<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215</id><updated>2011-12-02T15:32:23.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem Rótulos</title><subtitle type='html'>Simplesmente únicos...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-991075047250290026</id><published>2011-12-02T15:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T15:32:23.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Não é uma pintura, é o retrato da realidade em perfeitas pinceladas de tintas</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 50px; margin-right: 50px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quem foi&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 50px; margin-right: 50px;"&gt;Edgar Hilaire Germain de Gas, popularmente conhecido apenas por Edgar Degas, foi um importante pintor, escultor e gravurista francês. Nasceu em 19 de julho de 1834 em Paris e faleceu, na mesma cidade, em 27 de setembro de 1917. Fez parte do movimento artístico conhecido como impressionismo, embora suas obras possuíssem fortes elementos do&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.suapesquisa.com/realismo/"&gt;Realismo&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;e do&lt;a href="http://www.suapesquisa.com/renascimento/"&gt;Renascimento&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;italiano. Suas obras, sobretudo da última fase, apresentam elementos do Modernismo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 50px; margin-right: 50px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.suapesquisa.com/biografias/edgar_degas.htm"&gt;http://www.suapesquisa.com/biografias/edgar_degas.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 50px; margin-right: 50px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tj6dK-mR0tw/TtlaCJbVxfI/AAAAAAAAAyA/p29GqKx4JNk/s1600/degas_escola.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tj6dK-mR0tw/TtlaCJbVxfI/AAAAAAAAAyA/p29GqKx4JNk/s320/degas_escola.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;De todos os impressionistas, Degas foi, tecnicamente falando, o que melhor se utilizou da fotografia. Também se interessou vivamente pelos quadros de Ukiyo-e japoneses, fato que se reflete ainda mais em suas últimas obras, quando, quase cego, só podia pintar com pastel. Suas obras se encontram nos museus mais importantes do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com.br/search?um=1&amp;amp;hl=pt-BR&amp;amp;sout=0&amp;amp;biw=1280&amp;amp;bih=699&amp;amp;q=pinturas%20bailarina&amp;amp;gs_sm=e&amp;amp;gs_upl=24949l28848l0l29855l10l9l0l0l0l0l796l1565l6-2l2l0&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;sa=N&amp;amp;tab=iw&amp;amp;ei=XVbZTt_ZGIecgQer5MD7Dg#pq=d%C3%A9ga&amp;amp;hl=pt-BR&amp;amp;cp=7&amp;amp;gs_id=12&amp;amp;xhr=t&amp;amp;q=Edgar+Degas&amp;amp;pf=p&amp;amp;sclient=psy-ab&amp;amp;sout=0&amp;amp;source=hp&amp;amp;pbx=1&amp;amp;oq=Edgar+D&amp;amp;aq=0&amp;amp;aqi=g4&amp;amp;aql=&amp;amp;gs_sm=&amp;amp;gs_upl=&amp;amp;bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_cp.,cf.osb&amp;amp;fp=9a6d4b235a01f0fb&amp;amp;biw=1280&amp;amp;bih=656"&gt;FONTE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n0KZ04aTl4s/TtldPEReJ3I/AAAAAAAAAyI/03nA5p-WeZ0/s1600/tumblr_ljwxyneJXt1qfsefeo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n0KZ04aTl4s/TtldPEReJ3I/AAAAAAAAAyI/03nA5p-WeZ0/s320/tumblr_ljwxyneJXt1qfsefeo1_500.jpg" width="297" /&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/-C5YYtg7hvf0/TtldguLUKCI/AAAAAAAAAyY/vA03ESB6fbI/s1600/cgfa_degas48.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C5YYtg7hvf0/TtldguLUKCI/AAAAAAAAAyY/vA03ESB6fbI/s320/cgfa_degas48.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: center;"&gt;Ao meu ponto de vista:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Degas não fazia pintura, ao meu ponto de vista todo artista com tamanho porte, não faz apenas um rostinho bonito ou uma paisagem em uma tela em branco, ele mostra o mundo com outros olhos. "Aos olhos de quem desenha tudo tem defeito, aos olhos de quem vê, tudo é perfeito" Christiane A. S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Para mim uma pintura como a de Degas e de Claude Monet , criam movimento, pureza e ousadia tudo ao mesmo tempo, é só manter a mente aberta e olhos atentos, assim podemos ver a&amp;nbsp;magia&amp;nbsp;de verdade acontecer. Ao se ver um quadro, pare, respire, olhe uma vez, feche os olhos, olhe novamente, mas do jeito que o artista viu, e você voltará no tempo em qual a verdadeira beleza era feita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aproveite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mJL-EuwExeQ/Ttldqz1C8tI/AAAAAAAAAyg/z-rHsJi_Wg4/s1600/pinturas-de-bailarina-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mJL-EuwExeQ/Ttldqz1C8tI/AAAAAAAAAyg/z-rHsJi_Wg4/s320/pinturas-de-bailarina-5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 50px; margin-right: 50px;"&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/7366539189209233215-991075047250290026?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/991075047250290026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/12/nao-e-uma-pintura-e-o-retrato-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/991075047250290026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/991075047250290026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/12/nao-e-uma-pintura-e-o-retrato-da.html' title='Não é uma pintura, é o retrato da realidade em perfeitas pinceladas de tintas'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tj6dK-mR0tw/TtlaCJbVxfI/AAAAAAAAAyA/p29GqKx4JNk/s72-c/degas_escola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-1523648359658259281</id><published>2011-11-30T14:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T05:43:06.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nutrição - Curiosidades...</title><content type='html'>Como alguns leitores sabem, faço nutrição na Universidade Federal da Grande Dourados,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hR3e23UU0tE/Tta0PpVcSII/AAAAAAAAAxo/N3vcrTMGyrI/s1600/223334_1656385810275_1255980533_1350814_4610466_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hR3e23UU0tE/Tta0PpVcSII/AAAAAAAAAxo/N3vcrTMGyrI/s1600/223334_1656385810275_1255980533_1350814_4610466_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;E como toda universitária que cursa integral, somos obrigados a procurar fontes de energia, a mais comum é o café, e a outra, poucos sabem é a cerveja. Neste post eu vou colocar umas curiosidades dos dois, &amp;nbsp;se gostarem e quererem mais dicas, e curiosidades da parte nutricional, comente, ou deixem uma mensagem no meu facebook:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/christiane.arzamendia" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;https://www.facebook.com/christiane.arzamendia&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: center;"&gt;OBS: NÃO ESTOU FALANDO PARA TODOS TOMAREM MUITA CERVEJA ANTES DE IR PARA FACULDADE OU IREM PARA O TRABALHO, ISTO É APENAS UMA CURIOSIDADE! SE BEBER NÃO DIRIJA! RESPEITE O PRÓXIMO, OBRIGADA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Café&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-76US6UFdKuc/Tta2R5N6OiI/AAAAAAAAAxw/ynAUWUVUOyU/s1600/cafe-21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-76US6UFdKuc/Tta2R5N6OiI/AAAAAAAAAxw/ynAUWUVUOyU/s320/cafe-21.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Composição&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Asplantas do café provem da África e existem agora duas espécies de arbustos quedominam a produção de café. O café original no estilo arábico provém da &lt;i&gt;Coffea arábica&lt;/i&gt;, mais suave cresce maisfacilmente e frutifica mais rapidamente. A maioria dos cafés no comércio sãomisturas de diferentes variedades de várias regiões.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Acomposição do café é complexa com uma vasta série de composto incluindoflavonóides, ácido clorogênicos, ácidos nicotínicos e, naturalmente, cafeína. Acomposição final é influenciada pela variedade dos grãos de café, pelascondições de cultivo, pela fermentação e torrefação.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Nutrição&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-left: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;O café tem sidoescrutinado várias vezes como um possível perigo para a saúde:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Comoo chá, o café contém cafeína com todos seus efeitos concomitantes sobre o organismo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Cerveja&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m1btKgE3WV0/Tta2ciX8o9I/AAAAAAAAAx4/lbvnN1WhmL8/s1600/cerveja.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m1btKgE3WV0/Tta2ciX8o9I/AAAAAAAAAx4/lbvnN1WhmL8/s320/cerveja.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Composição&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Emboraexista similaridade entre o vinho e a cerveja, esta ultima é feita a partir degrãos, particularmente da cevada. Primeiro deve-se germinar a cevada mediante oprocesso de maltagem de forma que a amilase possa decompor parte dos amidos emmaltose. É esta maltose que é fermentada pelo levedo, ao passo que, no vinho osaçucares para a fermentação já estão disponíveis na uva.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Emboraa cerveja tenha sido fabricada durante centenas de anos, na Idade Médiaocorreram duas inovações que afetaram sensivelmente os processos:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-left: 53.25pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;(a)&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Foi industrializado o lúpulo paraconservar a cerveja e dar-lhe o sabor amargo com as &lt;i&gt;humulinas &lt;/i&gt;que ele contém.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-left: 53.25pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;(b)&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Por volta deste período, depois dadescoberta de levedos com fermentação no fundo contrastando com o levedo dascervejas tradicionais com fermentação no alto, foi produzida a cerveja lager.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 35.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Desenvolvimentosposteriores incluíram o uso de grãos de trigo e grãos torrados além do maltepara dar corpo e cor à cerveja. Também a espuma da cerveja tem sidoestabilizada já faz muitos anos pela adição de uma pequena quantidade deestrato de castanha-da-india.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 35.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Nutrição&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Acerveja é uma boa fonte de energia, é rica em minerais e algumas vitaminas dogrupo B produzidas pela fermentação.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- Dados retirados de livros de estudos das aulas. São apenas curiosidades. Todos os dados podem ser encontrados na internet ou livros de nutrição ou alimentação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366539189209233215-1523648359658259281?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/1523648359658259281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/11/nutricao-curiosidades.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/1523648359658259281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/1523648359658259281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/11/nutricao-curiosidades.html' title='Nutrição - Curiosidades...'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hR3e23UU0tE/Tta0PpVcSII/AAAAAAAAAxo/N3vcrTMGyrI/s72-c/223334_1656385810275_1255980533_1350814_4610466_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-5616792940777061564</id><published>2011-11-28T11:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T11:34:31.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns.. atrasado -.-'</title><content type='html'>CARACAS... meu blog fez 1 ano dia 15 de novembro e eu não lembrei... A todos os que lêem, muito obrigada. Por vocês continuo escrevendo até hoje!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366539189209233215-5616792940777061564?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/5616792940777061564/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/11/parabens-atrasado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/5616792940777061564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/5616792940777061564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/11/parabens-atrasado.html' title='Parabéns.. atrasado -.-&apos;'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-5329794991081830270</id><published>2011-11-28T08:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T09:06:21.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando a dúvida fala mais alto</title><content type='html'>Porque quando surge certas propostas como:&lt;br /&gt;Namora comigo? (depois de ter se conhecido a uma semana, ficado na segunda e na terceira já o pedido);&lt;br /&gt;ou ao estilo: estou na faculdade, estudando integral e pagando as DPressões da vida anoite, o telefone toca: Estamos interessados se você estiver interessada no trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;É nessas horas que eu falo: PORQUE NADA ACONTECE NO TEMPO CERTO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seria tudo mais fácil se fosse ao tempo certo, no limite certo, no amor certo...&lt;br /&gt;Queria que fosse mais fácil, queria que tudo isso não fosse tão complicadamente vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E8lQziUFr64/TtO-7KPXDFI/AAAAAAAAAxg/sTNRQPvSlYk/s1600/vida1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E8lQziUFr64/TtO-7KPXDFI/AAAAAAAAAxg/sTNRQPvSlYk/s320/vida1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7366539189209233215-5329794991081830270?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/5329794991081830270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/11/quando-duvida-fala-mais-alto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/5329794991081830270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/5329794991081830270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/11/quando-duvida-fala-mais-alto.html' title='Quando a dúvida fala mais alto'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E8lQziUFr64/TtO-7KPXDFI/AAAAAAAAAxg/sTNRQPvSlYk/s72-c/vida1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-2954241964436436680</id><published>2011-11-27T05:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T05:22:24.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make life Beautiful...</title><content type='html'>Para as garotas que não sabem que estilo de penteados vocês podem fazer, unhas, roupas e dicas de cuidados da pele e de cabelos. Aqui vai uma dica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Esq63OSci7k/TtI3gGg2rnI/AAAAAAAAAxI/TBq8VBxYrw4/s1600/spotlight-on-bubzbeauty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Esq63OSci7k/TtI3gGg2rnI/AAAAAAAAAxI/TBq8VBxYrw4/s1600/spotlight-on-bubzbeauty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;O site é completamente em inglês, mas se você colocar para a tradução de página você pode entender do que a garota está passando para vocês. Os vídeos do youtube são os que me chamam sempre atenção. Ensina maquiagens para todos os momentos, unhas decoradas, cabelos super fáceis de se preparar (tem dicas de até 2 min para arrumar o cabelo). As garotas que são super desesperadas ao se arrumarem:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.bubzbeauty.com/bubbi-likes/98-pretty-spring-half-do.html" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;http://www.bubzbeauty.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K8ydu1qKif4/TtI4qvUUlyI/AAAAAAAAAxY/m-1HtW8CXo0/s1600/hpdhtrung1920734.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K8ydu1qKif4/TtI4qvUUlyI/AAAAAAAAAxY/m-1HtW8CXo0/s320/hpdhtrung1920734.jpg" width="213" /&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: center;"&gt;Mesmo para aquelas que não entendem muito inglês, tirem o&amp;nbsp;áudio&amp;nbsp;e assistam, passo a passo e fácil para todas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h1AYxEeUht8/TtI4fqbRNLI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/waKCAx5j_34/s1600/bubz1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h1AYxEeUht8/TtI4fqbRNLI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/waKCAx5j_34/s320/bubz1.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;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366539189209233215-2954241964436436680?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/2954241964436436680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/11/make-life-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/2954241964436436680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/2954241964436436680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/11/make-life-beautiful.html' title='Make life Beautiful...'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Esq63OSci7k/TtI3gGg2rnI/AAAAAAAAAxI/TBq8VBxYrw4/s72-c/spotlight-on-bubzbeauty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-373629384852779208</id><published>2011-11-26T15:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T15:31:19.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indiretas...</title><content type='html'>Realmente, eu não entendo o mundo de hoje, muitos falam tudo tão na cara, tão explicito: FAÇA SEXO, BEIJE, ME AME... ai vem aqueles e dão as indiretas do tipo:&lt;br /&gt;- Então.. eu e você... (olha para a cama, ou apartamento) topa? ;D&lt;br /&gt;FALE NA CERTEZA GENTE!&lt;br /&gt;Se você esta afim de alguém, chegue e fala: nossa, gosto de você..&lt;br /&gt;Dê o flerte mas não dê indireta.. tenha atitude e mostre o que você é capaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Q5upFLMMdk/TtF2uHZQbDI/AAAAAAAAAxA/5OlvQ4uI14Q/s1600/c65f973a0c511539e18e00534b2d2d280bb843b4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Q5upFLMMdk/TtF2uHZQbDI/AAAAAAAAAxA/5OlvQ4uI14Q/s320/c65f973a0c511539e18e00534b2d2d280bb843b4.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7366539189209233215-373629384852779208?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/373629384852779208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/11/indiretas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/373629384852779208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/373629384852779208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/11/indiretas.html' title='Indiretas...'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Q5upFLMMdk/TtF2uHZQbDI/AAAAAAAAAxA/5OlvQ4uI14Q/s72-c/c65f973a0c511539e18e00534b2d2d280bb843b4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-9107141703748795768</id><published>2011-11-26T15:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T15:13:32.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pense e fale..</title><content type='html'>Pensar, e não falar.. é tão perigoso quanto deixar uma arma carregada nas mãos de uma criança.&lt;br /&gt;Porém, falar e não pensar, é a maior certeza de burrice que uma pessoa poderia fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bOPrJzkBLaw/TtFydf5Hf9I/AAAAAAAAAw4/FqI8WNDKF9A/s1600/felicidade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bOPrJzkBLaw/TtFydf5Hf9I/AAAAAAAAAw4/FqI8WNDKF9A/s320/felicidade.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7366539189209233215-9107141703748795768?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/9107141703748795768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/11/pense-e-fale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/9107141703748795768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/9107141703748795768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/11/pense-e-fale.html' title='Pense e fale..'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bOPrJzkBLaw/TtFydf5Hf9I/AAAAAAAAAw4/FqI8WNDKF9A/s72-c/felicidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-1365115761773436253</id><published>2011-11-26T14:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T14:46:19.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor..</title><content type='html'>Achei um amor, quase perfeito, quase certo...&lt;br /&gt;Eu o achei na escola, eu o achei e ele me encontrou..&lt;br /&gt;Brigamos, discutimos e nos apaixonamos novamente..&lt;br /&gt;Achei um amor, quase perfeito,&lt;br /&gt;Só não é perfeito porque ninguém pode ser perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;Achei um amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m8309UK59zU/TtFsJV_BwsI/AAAAAAAAAww/M_-LN4x1rhE/s1600/levar-o-amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m8309UK59zU/TtFsJV_BwsI/AAAAAAAAAww/M_-LN4x1rhE/s320/levar-o-amor.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7366539189209233215-1365115761773436253?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/1365115761773436253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/11/amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/1365115761773436253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/1365115761773436253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/11/amor.html' title='Amor..'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m8309UK59zU/TtFsJV_BwsI/AAAAAAAAAww/M_-LN4x1rhE/s72-c/levar-o-amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-3013604112911355245</id><published>2011-11-26T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T14:35:26.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida..</title><content type='html'>Nos altos e baixos de toda minha vida, não sei como pude fazer o pior erro de todos...&lt;br /&gt;Fiz besteira quando eu mais amei.. os lábios de um estranho são estranhos, mas o sentimento de culpa por ter sentido ocupa muito a nossa mente, ainda mais quando temos um outro a sua espera, sorrindo e pensando em um futuro contigo. Nos altos e baixos dessa minha vida, recorri ao meu mais baixo, deixei acontecer.. Acontecendo que se percebe o que se tem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SUa9-uM-rLY/TtFpobdakjI/AAAAAAAAAwo/h_N2_mXgI1E/s1600/historia+de+menina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SUa9-uM-rLY/TtFpobdakjI/AAAAAAAAAwo/h_N2_mXgI1E/s320/historia+de+menina.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/7366539189209233215-3013604112911355245?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/3013604112911355245/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/11/vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/3013604112911355245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/3013604112911355245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/11/vida.html' title='Vida..'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SUa9-uM-rLY/TtFpobdakjI/AAAAAAAAAwo/h_N2_mXgI1E/s72-c/historia+de+menina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-2259078045608817220</id><published>2011-09-05T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T17:39:21.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PhWwrB_GY98/TmVrsnmpZpI/AAAAAAAAAv8/XtJIOWk7iyQ/s1600/5497070572_3e54d60fce_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PhWwrB_GY98/TmVrsnmpZpI/AAAAAAAAAv8/XtJIOWk7iyQ/s1600/5497070572_3e54d60fce_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Seguirei meu caminho com a cabeça erguida, farei o q tenho obrigação e dever de realizar: meus sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Se caso alguém me abalar novamente, olharei para meu passado e darei um passo para o lado, pq ser o q um dia ja fui, não está programado em meus sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia me disseram: deixe as coisas e as pessoas que amam livres, se um dia voltarem é pq vc as realmente conquistou, se caso não.. é pq nunca foram realmente suas para você ter amado-as.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366539189209233215-2259078045608817220?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/2259078045608817220/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/09/seguirei-meu-caminho-com-cabeca-erguida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/2259078045608817220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/2259078045608817220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/09/seguirei-meu-caminho-com-cabeca-erguida.html' title=''/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PhWwrB_GY98/TmVrsnmpZpI/AAAAAAAAAv8/XtJIOWk7iyQ/s72-c/5497070572_3e54d60fce_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-8073105579254949601</id><published>2011-08-31T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T09:04:24.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser discreta....</title><content type='html'>Ser discreta é uma coisa tão incoerente, tão não eu... A vida nos ensina que aqueles com a voz baixa, será mais rebaixados, aqueles "atirados" serão os exibidos, mas aqueles que não são nada discretos são aqueles que mais se divertem. Amo ser a não discreta pois só assim podem ver o que eu realmente penso e como o mundo seria se não fosse com timidez e escondendo do que realmente sente ou vê as coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos atrevidos ao pensar de certa forma porém discretos ao falar. Que animo de viver seria assim pelo resto da vida? Quero a loucura, quero o atrevimento, desisto do ser discreto para ser a indiscreta com a liberdade e o sorriso no rosto ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MnJKDzdYh_w/Tl5besTo6AI/AAAAAAAAAv0/ioTAz7kf-a8/s1600/308371_255566774466371_255059327850449_839129_4971232_n+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MnJKDzdYh_w/Tl5besTo6AI/AAAAAAAAAv0/ioTAz7kf-a8/s320/308371_255566774466371_255059327850449_839129_4971232_n+%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7366539189209233215-8073105579254949601?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/8073105579254949601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/08/ser-discreta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/8073105579254949601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/8073105579254949601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/08/ser-discreta.html' title='Ser discreta....'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MnJKDzdYh_w/Tl5besTo6AI/AAAAAAAAAv0/ioTAz7kf-a8/s72-c/308371_255566774466371_255059327850449_839129_4971232_n+%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-1772007005536870553</id><published>2011-08-06T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T14:43:34.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tati Bernardi um dia me ensinou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C4GHymy_unE/Tj21eonTcFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/Ejc_6RWLKd8/s1600/5842625261_ca1601dd9b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C4GHymy_unE/Tj21eonTcFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/Ejc_6RWLKd8/s320/5842625261_ca1601dd9b.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: tahoma; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A pessoa inteligente estuda a vida inteira para descobrir que não tem nada melhor do que dar uma de burro.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366539189209233215-1772007005536870553?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/1772007005536870553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/08/tati-bernardi-um-dia-me-ensinou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/1772007005536870553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/1772007005536870553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/08/tati-bernardi-um-dia-me-ensinou.html' title='Tati Bernardi um dia me ensinou...'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C4GHymy_unE/Tj21eonTcFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/Ejc_6RWLKd8/s72-c/5842625261_ca1601dd9b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-6171941745187532526</id><published>2011-08-06T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T14:37:13.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Com o tempo você aprende....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zJsJxlauzdY/Tj2z_3aNNeI/AAAAAAAAAvo/6B1grzixkPc/s1600/3857828923_868502c750.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zJsJxlauzdY/Tj2z_3aNNeI/AAAAAAAAAvo/6B1grzixkPc/s320/3857828923_868502c750.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A diferença, a sutil diferença, entre dar a mão e acorrentar uma alma. E você aprende que amar não significa apoiar-se, e que companhia nem sempre significa segurança. E começa a aprender que beijos não são contratos e presentes não são promessas. E começa a aceitar suas derrotas com a cabeça erguida e olhos adiante, com a graça de um adulto e não com a tristeza de uma criança.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366539189209233215-6171941745187532526?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/6171941745187532526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/08/com-o-tempo-voce-aprende.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/6171941745187532526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/6171941745187532526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/08/com-o-tempo-voce-aprende.html' title='Com o tempo você aprende....'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zJsJxlauzdY/Tj2z_3aNNeI/AAAAAAAAAvo/6B1grzixkPc/s72-c/3857828923_868502c750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-6256747839465321009</id><published>2011-08-06T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T14:35:20.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lovHMRK0-UQ/Tj2ze8aX_yI/AAAAAAAAAvk/LETyfgXWTEQ/s1600/5266762823_8ab86d10a4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lovHMRK0-UQ/Tj2ze8aX_yI/AAAAAAAAAvk/LETyfgXWTEQ/s320/5266762823_8ab86d10a4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Lembra-te sempre: Cada dia nasce de novo amanhecer"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Chico, Xavier)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366539189209233215-6256747839465321009?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/6256747839465321009/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/08/lembra-te-sempre-cada-dia-nasce-de-novo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/6256747839465321009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/6256747839465321009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/08/lembra-te-sempre-cada-dia-nasce-de-novo.html' title=''/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lovHMRK0-UQ/Tj2ze8aX_yI/AAAAAAAAAvk/LETyfgXWTEQ/s72-c/5266762823_8ab86d10a4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-5508044669815873101</id><published>2011-08-06T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T14:33:42.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Assim como...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CIuMONHHRps/Tj2zJtTveTI/AAAAAAAAAvg/pPeuBzWlvzU/s1600/4610916296_348ef29f0d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CIuMONHHRps/Tj2zJtTveTI/AAAAAAAAAvg/pPeuBzWlvzU/s320/4610916296_348ef29f0d.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Assim como a mão tem o poder de esconder o sol, a mediocridade tem o poder de esconder a luz interior. Não culpe os outros por sua própria incompetência.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366539189209233215-5508044669815873101?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/5508044669815873101/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/08/assim-como.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/5508044669815873101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/5508044669815873101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/08/assim-como.html' title='Assim como...'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CIuMONHHRps/Tj2zJtTveTI/AAAAAAAAAvg/pPeuBzWlvzU/s72-c/4610916296_348ef29f0d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-6750761127979161911</id><published>2011-08-01T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T15:35:59.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou bem assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dyPHUsxIXLA/TjcqGXH47_I/AAAAAAAAAvc/jCMM5i3WYEU/s1600/5445100574_3d003a5e71.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dyPHUsxIXLA/TjcqGXH47_I/AAAAAAAAAvc/jCMM5i3WYEU/s320/5445100574_3d003a5e71.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sou como você me vê. Posso ser leve como uma brisa ou forte como uma ventania, depende de quando e como você me vê passar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Clarisse Lispector)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366539189209233215-6750761127979161911?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/6750761127979161911/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/08/sou-bem-assim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/6750761127979161911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/6750761127979161911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/08/sou-bem-assim.html' title='Sou bem assim...'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dyPHUsxIXLA/TjcqGXH47_I/AAAAAAAAAvc/jCMM5i3WYEU/s72-c/5445100574_3d003a5e71.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-4583394833441825753</id><published>2011-07-23T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T16:59:28.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou delicada no meu jeito de ser, mas perigosa no meu querer de ser...</title><content type='html'>Já tiveram o dia chamado: "Dia para mim"? Hoje eu tive esse dia... Livre de namorado, pai, mãe, irmão, cachorro, amigos.. de tudo! E foi simplesmente o dia que eu fiquei em paz comigo e com o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Pintei as unhas, fiz o cabelo e maquiagem apenas para ficar em casa. Tirei fotos fazendo poses bobas e nunca fiquei tão feliz com elas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6gMCiOvehUs/TitgVBRMiFI/AAAAAAAAAvY/qO9orgT8FaY/s1600/PQAAAB8zB2Ma7tAusmB7fFhkKml1mw_G509dv2S-RmGPrRHPiFZTmxPa7Vl8iIy8nO-CBxY2h4WFECVs4tL3oskZnDsAm1T1UGyTtVhJCIJyp-PN1WHUDOhScwws.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6gMCiOvehUs/TitgVBRMiFI/AAAAAAAAAvY/qO9orgT8FaY/s320/PQAAAB8zB2Ma7tAusmB7fFhkKml1mw_G509dv2S-RmGPrRHPiFZTmxPa7Vl8iIy8nO-CBxY2h4WFECVs4tL3oskZnDsAm1T1UGyTtVhJCIJyp-PN1WHUDOhScwws.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou aquela que para uns sou terrivelmente devassa de um modo confortavelmente gracioso e promiscua ao mesmo tempo. Porém para outros, tenho um jeito delicado e conservadora até no meu falar e andar. Sou todos os jeitos.. Sou unicamente estranha de um jeito perfeito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366539189209233215-4583394833441825753?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/4583394833441825753/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/07/sou-delicada-no-meu-jeito-de-ser-mas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/4583394833441825753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/4583394833441825753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/07/sou-delicada-no-meu-jeito-de-ser-mas.html' title='Sou delicada no meu jeito de ser, mas perigosa no meu querer de ser...'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6gMCiOvehUs/TitgVBRMiFI/AAAAAAAAAvY/qO9orgT8FaY/s72-c/PQAAAB8zB2Ma7tAusmB7fFhkKml1mw_G509dv2S-RmGPrRHPiFZTmxPa7Vl8iIy8nO-CBxY2h4WFECVs4tL3oskZnDsAm1T1UGyTtVhJCIJyp-PN1WHUDOhScwws.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-6896048770549675575</id><published>2011-07-05T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T15:11:36.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foi quase...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Quase me entreguei ao modismo.. Quase me entreguei ao dia a dia... Quase...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Demorei para postar novamente algo, pois a monotonia do momento estava me puxando cada vez mais para perto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Não quero ser aquela que parada apenas pensa, e vivendo, nada reage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Sou aquela que salta. Sim, sou uma saltadora, pois não se deve temer a queda, e sim o que fazer após a queda. Uma dica: Levante-se e salte de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;A felicidade não é o destino, e sim a viagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FX_pFA1PG-0/ThOL8x-SSaI/AAAAAAAAAvE/FoPChPjJzbg/s1600/saltar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FX_pFA1PG-0/ThOL8x-SSaI/AAAAAAAAAvE/FoPChPjJzbg/s320/saltar.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/7366539189209233215-6896048770549675575?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/6896048770549675575/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/07/foi-quase.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/6896048770549675575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/6896048770549675575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/07/foi-quase.html' title='Foi quase...'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FX_pFA1PG-0/ThOL8x-SSaI/AAAAAAAAAvE/FoPChPjJzbg/s72-c/saltar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-136374511302977283</id><published>2011-05-29T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T07:56:24.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aos amantes de arte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rVCuy0tUUFc/TeJYEYMiAfI/AAAAAAAAAsM/CDJsQlXag8o/s1600/mulher-com-sombrinha-claude-monet11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rVCuy0tUUFc/TeJYEYMiAfI/AAAAAAAAAsM/CDJsQlXag8o/s320/mulher-com-sombrinha-claude-monet11.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Claude Monet, pintor francês, pintou até ficar cego e após disto também, brilhante com sua perspectiva de pintura e com sua idealização de vida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Teve duas esposas e 8 filhos.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PcwA5XiryNk/TeJdrLdYHgI/AAAAAAAAAso/8pGLUBR3aQA/s1600/MONE1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PcwA5XiryNk/TeJdrLdYHgI/AAAAAAAAAso/8pGLUBR3aQA/s320/MONE1.jpg" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hma8jrVPvhY/TeJYJhrWC6I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/Op3oB1TH4pA/s1600/429190703_3dfe8e558c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hma8jrVPvhY/TeJYJhrWC6I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/Op3oB1TH4pA/s320/429190703_3dfe8e558c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Breve passagem do livro: " Linéia no jardim de Monet- Christina Bjõrk, Lena Anderson"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RiFuk6zT360/TeJcpN08eDI/AAAAAAAAAsg/tOcN9oV9RTY/s1600/8528100340.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RiFuk6zT360/TeJcpN08eDI/AAAAAAAAAsg/tOcN9oV9RTY/s1600/8528100340.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Quando Monet Ficou Velho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oMGsJGnOWEA/TeJYKU1WkMI/AAAAAAAAAsU/4BNd4mMZsiA/s1600/Claude+Monet+la+pie+1868.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oMGsJGnOWEA/TeJYKU1WkMI/AAAAAAAAAsU/4BNd4mMZsiA/s320/Claude+Monet+la+pie+1868.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Debaixo de um arco de rosas trepadeiras, encontramos um banco onde Monet costumava se sentar e olhar para o lago das ninféias. Naturalmente, fomos lá e nos sentamos como ele costumava fazer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Me conte como era Monet quando ele ficou velho - pedi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;- Ah, na velhice é que ele teve sua grande idéia - afirmou seu Silvestre. - Começou a trabalhar no maior quadro que já tinha pintado, cobrindo todas as paredes de um salão redondo enorme. Ou melhor, de dois salões. Para ter espaço, mandou construir um estúdio novo. Ficou dez anos pintando e trabalhando nesse projeto, os últimos dez anos da vida dele.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mX4mIxyLyrk/TeJYLC1z-2I/AAAAAAAAAsY/_fTv1_8RgIA/s1600/Imagem4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="167" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mX4mIxyLyrk/TeJYLC1z-2I/AAAAAAAAAsY/_fTv1_8RgIA/s320/Imagem4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Ug-sjf6s2E/TeJYMAfwW7I/AAAAAAAAAsc/48z8SuhNXXA/s1600/monet_seerosenteich_dia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Ug-sjf6s2E/TeJYMAfwW7I/AAAAAAAAAsc/48z8SuhNXXA/s320/monet_seerosenteich_dia.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quando os painéis já estavam cobertos de tinta, ele começou a pintar por cima dos quadros e fazer mudanças. Como sempre, não estava satisfeito. Finalmente seu melhor amigo lhe disse que tinha que parar antes de destruir os quadros que, naquele momento, eram obras-primas. Monet acordava, mas parou de mexer na pintura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YnLS57fWTvI/TeJcqx04_BI/AAAAAAAAAsk/xmI2hQXgjbE/s1600/IMG_1766.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YnLS57fWTvI/TeJcqx04_BI/AAAAAAAAAsk/xmI2hQXgjbE/s320/IMG_1766.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;-E essas obras-primas ainda existem? - perguntei. - A gente pode ver?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;- Os Salões das Ninféias ficam na Orangeri, em Paris. Antigamente, essas construções era a estufa de plantas do rei, mas agora é um museu. Só que os salões estão fechados para restauração, há alguns anos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;- Tomara que tenham aberto de novo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Joh7KfxLP4/TeJdtnesQAI/AAAAAAAAAss/Sfh6xHJ-vxQ/s1600/0%252C%252C21406598%252C00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Joh7KfxLP4/TeJdtnesQAI/AAAAAAAAAss/Sfh6xHJ-vxQ/s1600/0%252C%252C21406598%252C00.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Esses retrato de Monet sentado no banco foi tirado no último verão da vida dele. A essa altura, os quadros já estavam prontos, mas ele não morreu, com 86 anos, as obras ainda estavam penduradas em seu estúdio. [...]"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/7366539189209233215-136374511302977283?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/136374511302977283/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/05/aos-amantes-de-arte.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/136374511302977283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/136374511302977283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/05/aos-amantes-de-arte.html' title='Aos amantes de arte'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rVCuy0tUUFc/TeJYEYMiAfI/AAAAAAAAAsM/CDJsQlXag8o/s72-c/mulher-com-sombrinha-claude-monet11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-5971218173714843513</id><published>2011-05-29T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T07:23:10.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desenhando e vivendo no mundo de Alice....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;6 Coisas impossíveis de me acontecer hoje:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RO7Ly1Iowkk/TeJU_CAKYwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/Udhzc7eiRWs/s1600/OgAAACDKzv9CRXdMCCx9vH_tOhRqSzLjBN11KTyxn0mzlOqbbRuqS-YrBzFRNu_oZURz7SnAo5C8LGIcwUNKkatRkMMAm1T1UK5mc8Uw1czVMixo83369eukLqb8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RO7Ly1Iowkk/TeJU_CAKYwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/Udhzc7eiRWs/s320/OgAAACDKzv9CRXdMCCx9vH_tOhRqSzLjBN11KTyxn0mzlOqbbRuqS-YrBzFRNu_oZURz7SnAo5C8LGIcwUNKkatRkMMAm1T1UK5mc8Uw1czVMixo83369eukLqb8.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1- eu ganhar na loteria;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2- ver uma estrela cadente;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3- ganhar um prêmio por idéias loucas;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CTNuBGXtrWE/TeJVE3ZTOcI/AAAAAAAAAsE/NC3ay2YWpWU/s1600/OgAAACYFH1hFtFSS4dGHU6kv8nnpLjfLLIL8cpG-T5RzO_8fUKqAhTEtE55wO8S4T4f3SeyaAX_6lOj1uv2Dl0vv1KAAm1T1UFnJj_M4cacATOeLxCIBqqZx6sRW.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CTNuBGXtrWE/TeJVE3ZTOcI/AAAAAAAAAsE/NC3ay2YWpWU/s320/OgAAACYFH1hFtFSS4dGHU6kv8nnpLjfLLIL8cpG-T5RzO_8fUKqAhTEtE55wO8S4T4f3SeyaAX_6lOj1uv2Dl0vv1KAAm1T1UFnJj_M4cacATOeLxCIBqqZx6sRW.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;4- Saber a resposta de: "Porque um corvo se parece com uma escrivaninha";&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;5- estudar anatomia humana ainda hoje;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;6- Fazer acrobacias sem ficar mal ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SErwY2BfldE/TeJVF2UmLAI/AAAAAAAAAsI/CgvuFzB1Po4/s1600/OgAAADnvrH_b10ujLDtoICnB5fqQyNdux1NDq7A0-zTn3AhC2_PYPd-g3YW-XLcZt5JktQFjNjYIv-5DvBTbJBq5LDIAm1T1UPCN7rhLmEo5QgY79ysbwwywbYgw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SErwY2BfldE/TeJVF2UmLAI/AAAAAAAAAsI/CgvuFzB1Po4/s320/OgAAADnvrH_b10ujLDtoICnB5fqQyNdux1NDq7A0-zTn3AhC2_PYPd-g3YW-XLcZt5JktQFjNjYIv-5DvBTbJBq5LDIAm1T1UPCN7rhLmEo5QgY79ysbwwywbYgw.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/7366539189209233215-5971218173714843513?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/5971218173714843513/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/05/desenhando-e-vivendo-no-mundo-de-alice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/5971218173714843513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/5971218173714843513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/05/desenhando-e-vivendo-no-mundo-de-alice.html' title='Desenhando e vivendo no mundo de Alice....'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RO7Ly1Iowkk/TeJU_CAKYwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/Udhzc7eiRWs/s72-c/OgAAACDKzv9CRXdMCCx9vH_tOhRqSzLjBN11KTyxn0mzlOqbbRuqS-YrBzFRNu_oZURz7SnAo5C8LGIcwUNKkatRkMMAm1T1UK5mc8Uw1czVMixo83369eukLqb8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-2709374300228558126</id><published>2011-05-20T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T07:56:41.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganhei indicação para selinho! uhulll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gente!! Fui indicada por uma grande amiga, Vivian C. do blog &lt;a href="http://sonhosvoadores.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sonhos Voadores&lt;/a&gt;, quem já é&amp;nbsp;freqüente&amp;nbsp;em meu blog sabe q eu também fiz uma homenagem assim por dizer para essa grande sonhadora.. Agora ela me indica como blog Versatile!! uhull lol...&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: center;"&gt;verry happy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Brigada Vivi!&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r2H0hiP1yN0/TdcvcTHtXUI/AAAAAAAAAr4/dvK6gZAjKVU/s1600/VersatileBloggerAward.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r2H0hiP1yN0/TdcvcTHtXUI/AAAAAAAAAr4/dvK6gZAjKVU/s1600/VersatileBloggerAward.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Este prêmio é distribuído ao "blogueiro versátil",&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15.75pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;aquele que transpõe sua idiossincrasia, dando forma, sabor,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15.75pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;experiência a um eu-lírico que clama por novos horizontes e desafios metamórficos."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15.75pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 21px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;As regras desse selo são:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 15.75pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;1#.Agradecer e linkar de volta o blogueiro que te enviou o prêmio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;2#.Divida 7 coisas sobre você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;3#.Premiar outros 5 a 15 blogueiros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 15.75pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;4#.Entre em contato com esses blogueiros para avisar sobre os prêmios e para que eles levem o selo da versatilidade para seu blog e distribua a outros colegas blogueiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 15.75pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 15.75pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Hum.. 7 coisas sobre mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 15.75pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15.75pt;"&gt;1- Muitas das vezes vivo no mundo de Alice, e penso em 5 coisas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;impossíveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15.75pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;de me acontecer no dia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15.75pt;"&gt;2- Sou a garota mais&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;dramática&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15.75pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;e apaixonada que eu ja encontrei nessa vida o;O...;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15.75pt;"&gt;3- Amo desenhar.. lol... quem me conhece sabe q eu não dispenso um&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;lápis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15.75pt;"&gt;, borracha e um papel em branco com muita imaginação;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15.75pt;"&gt;4- Sou amante de arte.. e amo as pinturas do Claude Monet;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15.75pt;"&gt;5- Leio e choro quando é um livro que realmente me faz impacto;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15.75pt;"&gt;6- Eu choro ainda quando assisto: Sempre ao seu lado e Marley e Eu;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15.75pt;"&gt;7- Pinto as unhas de preto para provocar espanto nas patricinhas rosas de plantão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15.75pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15.75pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 15.75pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15.75pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Repassando o selo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 15.75pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15.75pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sonhosvoadores.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sonhos Voadores&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 15.75pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15.75pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://insidemyconfusedmind.blogspot.com/"&gt;Inside my Mind&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 15.75pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15.75pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://agarotadosoculosvermelhos.blogspot.com/"&gt;A garota dos óculos vermelhos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 15.75pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15.75pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://confissoesdanessah.blogspot.com/"&gt;Confissões da Nessah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 15.75pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15.75pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogandocomnicole.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blogando com a Nicole&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 15.75pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15.75pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://b-glad.blogspot.com/"&gt;Be glad of life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 15.75pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15.75pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 15.75pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7366539189209233215-2709374300228558126?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/2709374300228558126/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/05/ganhei-indicacao-para-selinho-uhulll.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/2709374300228558126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/2709374300228558126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/05/ganhei-indicacao-para-selinho-uhulll.html' title='Ganhei indicação para selinho! uhulll'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r2H0hiP1yN0/TdcvcTHtXUI/AAAAAAAAAr4/dvK6gZAjKVU/s72-c/VersatileBloggerAward.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-6014836771461018704</id><published>2011-05-14T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T16:33:52.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida sem rótulos, comentários sem rótulos, tudo sem rótulos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i1fsSapJKNI/Tc8PMPksL5I/AAAAAAAAAr0/TQfasDdMuhY/s1600/3190763974_41dfaf3035_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i1fsSapJKNI/Tc8PMPksL5I/AAAAAAAAAr0/TQfasDdMuhY/s320/3190763974_41dfaf3035_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Quando eu vi esta imagem eu me identifiquei na hora. OMG! Quer algo mais sem rótulo do que isto? Somos animais&amp;nbsp;Sociáveis, eu disse isso uma vez, e ainda repito... esta seria a melhor representação do que eu venho dizendo, porém, há um outro olhar sobre esta imagem.. reparem... somos&amp;nbsp;leoninas em busca de uma vida sem rótulos pela sociedade, fazemos tudo que seria possivel e bonito para nos deixarmos diferentes de tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você se identifica assim também.. comente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366539189209233215-6014836771461018704?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/6014836771461018704/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/05/vida-sem-rotulos-comentarios-sem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/6014836771461018704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/6014836771461018704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/05/vida-sem-rotulos-comentarios-sem.html' title='Vida sem rótulos, comentários sem rótulos, tudo sem rótulos!'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i1fsSapJKNI/Tc8PMPksL5I/AAAAAAAAAr0/TQfasDdMuhY/s72-c/3190763974_41dfaf3035_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-1515437541016451064</id><published>2011-05-06T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T17:59:56.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E o que vc deseja de mim hj querido?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iiQpm-6jId0/TcSZSS6pslI/AAAAAAAAArw/kJi_7lEklqU/s1600/normal_pretty-little-liars-promos-07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iiQpm-6jId0/TcSZSS6pslI/AAAAAAAAArw/kJi_7lEklqU/s320/normal_pretty-little-liars-promos-07.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Com as unhas pintadas de preto com vermelho rubi por cima (só para dar um outro tipo de preto),&lt;br /&gt;escutando a última de Britney Spears,&lt;br /&gt;Olhando as novidades dos meus amigos no meu face e no orkut..&lt;br /&gt;E desejando loucamente por uma loucura entre o céu e o meu&amp;nbsp;inferno...&lt;br /&gt;Nessas horas quero ser como a Jolie em "O Turista"..&lt;br /&gt;Nessas horas queria estar reagindo não parada, queria vc aqui, mas tb queria estar em qualquer outro lugar sem vc por perto.&lt;br /&gt;Quero seu melhor junto com o meu pior.. só para sentir o gosto de insanidade ao extremo...&lt;br /&gt;E vc? O que deseja de mim hj meu querido?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366539189209233215-1515437541016451064?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/1515437541016451064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/05/com-as-unhas-pintadas-de-preto-com.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/1515437541016451064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/1515437541016451064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/05/com-as-unhas-pintadas-de-preto-com.html' title='E o que vc deseja de mim hj querido?'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iiQpm-6jId0/TcSZSS6pslI/AAAAAAAAArw/kJi_7lEklqU/s72-c/normal_pretty-little-liars-promos-07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-7537622464417598538</id><published>2011-04-27T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:08:09.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm your hell, I'm your dream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n0Pd3YxZBBo/Tbi9RvrKTDI/AAAAAAAAAro/b1HsVmI_GnI/s1600/angelina-jolie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n0Pd3YxZBBo/Tbi9RvrKTDI/AAAAAAAAAro/b1HsVmI_GnI/s320/angelina-jolie.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #686868; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Sou uma puta, Sou uma amante,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #686868; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou uma criança, Sou uma mãe,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #686868; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou uma pecadora, Sou uma santa,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #686868; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não realmente não me sinto envergonhada.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #686868; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou seu inferno, Sou seu sonho,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #686868; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não sou meio termo,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #686868; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você sabe que não gostaria que fosse de qualquer outro jeito."(8)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;h1 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 17.5pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 26px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 17.5pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 26px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: right; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/meredith-brooks/5958/" style="font-size: 17.5pt; font-style: italic; line-height: 26px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; text-transform: none;"&gt;Bitch&lt;/a&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline !important; font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/meredith-brooks/" id="identificador_artista" style="font-size: 13.5pt; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; text-transform: none;"&gt;Meredith Brooks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ps: Você sabe que você não gostaria que fosse de outro jeito.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #686868; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&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/7366539189209233215-7537622464417598538?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/7537622464417598538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-your-hell-im-your-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/7537622464417598538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/7537622464417598538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-your-hell-im-your-dream.html' title='I&apos;m your hell, I&apos;m your dream...'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n0Pd3YxZBBo/Tbi9RvrKTDI/AAAAAAAAAro/b1HsVmI_GnI/s72-c/angelina-jolie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-7270554500886331156</id><published>2011-04-21T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T19:26:30.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Se você querer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Se você querer partes de mim, você terá algo sem valor e sem sentido, se querer loucura e insanidade por inteira.. me acompanhe por favor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Christiane A. S.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vR7xfrRuSvs/TbDnTBhncDI/AAAAAAAAArk/uE8Obxi0Ui8/s1600/21-04-11_2053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vR7xfrRuSvs/TbDnTBhncDI/AAAAAAAAArk/uE8Obxi0Ui8/s320/21-04-11_2053.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366539189209233215-7270554500886331156?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/7270554500886331156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/04/se-voce-querer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/7270554500886331156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/7270554500886331156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/04/se-voce-querer.html' title='Se você querer...'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vR7xfrRuSvs/TbDnTBhncDI/AAAAAAAAArk/uE8Obxi0Ui8/s72-c/21-04-11_2053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-1204229628929477459</id><published>2011-04-15T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T17:36:51.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cansada..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pXFxzt8PsPg/TajklbT50uI/AAAAAAAAArg/SNoJU2uqMGo/s1600/hot-cold-contrast-2-floriana-barbu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pXFxzt8PsPg/TajklbT50uI/AAAAAAAAArg/SNoJU2uqMGo/s320/hot-cold-contrast-2-floriana-barbu.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: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cansada de ser aquela que tem a carinha bonitinha...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cansei de ser a segunda opção.. Querido, me acostumei sendo a primeira e quero ser a primeira ainda...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cansei de sentir pena, não sou nenhuma galinha e estou longe der ser um anjo..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cansei de te ouvir,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cansei de falar..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cansei de ti..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cansei de mim..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quero mais é que vc não se canse de mim.. pois o cansaço um dia acaba, e vc continua sendo meu...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ainda bem que as atitudes provadas um dia nunca se acaba depois de um tempo..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;(6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366539189209233215-1204229628929477459?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/1204229628929477459/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/04/cansada.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/1204229628929477459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/1204229628929477459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/04/cansada.html' title='Cansada..'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pXFxzt8PsPg/TajklbT50uI/AAAAAAAAArg/SNoJU2uqMGo/s72-c/hot-cold-contrast-2-floriana-barbu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-1015783875508813618</id><published>2011-04-15T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T17:25:46.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E.N.L.O.U.Q.U.E.Ç.A!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Icp2S2-lOto/TajgkRxbT7I/AAAAAAAAArY/qG5KGGOv0CE/s1600/miley-cyrus-glamour-magazine-may-2009-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Icp2S2-lOto/TajgkRxbT7I/AAAAAAAAArY/qG5KGGOv0CE/s320/miley-cyrus-glamour-magazine-may-2009-01.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Enlouqueça! Brilhe! Pense! Aja! Mas seja "A"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;trevida,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; Romântica,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; LOUCA!,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; Sexy,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; sensual,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; garota,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; mulher,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Aquela que ele NUNCA vai esquecer! ;D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366539189209233215-1015783875508813618?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/1015783875508813618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/04/enlouqueca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/1015783875508813618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/1015783875508813618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/04/enlouqueca.html' title='E.N.L.O.U.Q.U.E.Ç.A!'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Icp2S2-lOto/TajgkRxbT7I/AAAAAAAAArY/qG5KGGOv0CE/s72-c/miley-cyrus-glamour-magazine-may-2009-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-8824635437948853267</id><published>2011-04-11T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T15:33:31.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperança é a última que morre..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Porém, a de muitos morreu junto com aquelas crianças nesta quinta feira (07/04/2011).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6fIG88ss78/TaOBkqU6mLI/AAAAAAAAArM/nf-JT4NHCwI/s1600/Apresenta%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="137" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6fIG88ss78/TaOBkqU6mLI/AAAAAAAAArM/nf-JT4NHCwI/s320/Apresenta%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Crescemos, pensamos, erramos, brigamos, rimos e continuamos a vida... Muitos dizem que a pessoa criada para ser tal pessoa com tal carater vai te-lo. Wellington Menezes de Oliveira de 24 anos, nos mostrou mais uma vez que não é bem assim. Dizem que ele tinha problemas mentais, mas não foi bem comprovado com aquela carta que ele fez. Dizem que ele era excluído, mas a família sempre foi atenciosa e amorosa, dizem que ele ficou violento com jogos, GENTE! tds crianças jogam, jogaram esses joguinhos! Ninguém saiu ai matando todo mundo pq um dia ja foi falado mal dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2wLl5K4Sk6g/TaOBncmuC8I/AAAAAAAAArU/I_5pU0IQsjg/s1600/luto1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2wLl5K4Sk6g/TaOBncmuC8I/AAAAAAAAArU/I_5pU0IQsjg/s1600/luto1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;No meu ensino fundamental e até um pouco do médio eu era super esculaxada pelos que diziam "populares", eu era sempre a amiga, nunca a aquela que poderia ter namorado. Mas nem por isso eu vou sair para atirar em todos e dpois me matar. Eu teria pelomenos a decência de poupar vidas que não tem nada a vê com o que me ocorreu. O problema era o que eu achava que os outros pensavam.. cara, então vou procurar&amp;nbsp;psicólogo, tarja preta! elaia em mundo! AONDE VC FOI PARAR! SOMOS ANIMAIS SOCIÁVEIS EM UM MUNDO NADA SOCIÁVEL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFzwb61IQ2I/TaOBm0POCJI/AAAAAAAAArQ/JNs2WsgPmVY/s1600/luto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFzwb61IQ2I/TaOBm0POCJI/AAAAAAAAArQ/JNs2WsgPmVY/s320/luto.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366539189209233215-8824635437948853267?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/8824635437948853267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/04/esperanca-e-ultima-que-morre.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/8824635437948853267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/8824635437948853267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/04/esperanca-e-ultima-que-morre.html' title='Esperança é a última que morre..'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6fIG88ss78/TaOBkqU6mLI/AAAAAAAAArM/nf-JT4NHCwI/s72-c/Apresenta%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-4673312335375392700</id><published>2011-03-27T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T17:02:21.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu quero..</title><content type='html'>Hoje eu acordei querendo sair para viajar..&lt;br /&gt;Quero sair pelada na rua e ao mesmo tempo estar completamente vestida..&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser&amp;nbsp;solteira&amp;nbsp;e ter meu namorado ao meu lado ao mesmo tempo..&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser a pecadora e a santa no meio da chuva, no meio do nada.. no meio de tudo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NF3cIZNn6ho/TY_PzDtDVhI/AAAAAAAAArI/J2ZLYfdReY0/s1600/megan-fox5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NF3cIZNn6ho/TY_PzDtDVhI/AAAAAAAAArI/J2ZLYfdReY0/s320/megan-fox5.jpg" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero sonhar e sair do chão, quero ir e vir em um piscar de olhos, quero ficar só e no meio da multidão!&lt;br /&gt;É querer demais querer tudo e nada? Querer você e ninguém? Querer um abrigo seguro e um mini "inferninho" cheio de sem&amp;nbsp;preocupações?? É querer demais??!!É querer pouco?! Eu apenas quero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MWnHoUYQW30?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366539189209233215-4673312335375392700?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/4673312335375392700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-quero.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/4673312335375392700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/4673312335375392700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-quero.html' title='Eu quero..'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NF3cIZNn6ho/TY_PzDtDVhI/AAAAAAAAArI/J2ZLYfdReY0/s72-c/megan-fox5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-7552752866779518363</id><published>2011-03-22T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T18:47:31.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Animais Sociáveis..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Somos animais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Sociáveis&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;em um mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;sociável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Somos arrogantes, companheiros, falsos e compreensivos assim que nos dêem algo para nos fazermos ficar assim.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oOCuSzwLfGY/TYlPppQsKOI/AAAAAAAAAq4/9DYHGcIqvys/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oOCuSzwLfGY/TYlPppQsKOI/AAAAAAAAAq4/9DYHGcIqvys/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sociedade de hoje é aquela que manda e desmanda e como forma de agradecimento: um agrado como um elogio, um doce ou um carinho de afeto.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sociável não quer dizer que sabe ser "legal e comunicativo". Sociável é ser animais comportados nesta selva de concretos e suas regras sem noção!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wzIL3dlyIN0/TYlQGMjoGAI/AAAAAAAAAq8/rtgGf-kCoPM/s1600/filme_eu_sou_a_lenda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wzIL3dlyIN0/TYlQGMjoGAI/AAAAAAAAAq8/rtgGf-kCoPM/s320/filme_eu_sou_a_lenda.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366539189209233215-7552752866779518363?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/7552752866779518363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/03/animais-sociaveis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/7552752866779518363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/7552752866779518363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/03/animais-sociaveis.html' title='Animais Sociáveis..'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oOCuSzwLfGY/TYlPppQsKOI/AAAAAAAAAq4/9DYHGcIqvys/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-3622412458496898132</id><published>2011-03-22T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T18:28:37.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuidado aonde você pisa, pois estará pisando em meus sonhos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z-fs3GjlLcQ/TYlL2jZ7noI/AAAAAAAAAq0/wrTa7VNiWgw/s1600/mulheres.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z-fs3GjlLcQ/TYlL2jZ7noI/AAAAAAAAAq0/wrTa7VNiWgw/s320/mulheres.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Hoje é um dia como qualquer outro..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Vejo as mesmas pessoas.. beijo sempre a mesma boca ( a 8 meses e sim é do meu namorado - Rodrigo R.)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;E passeio pelo campos da faculdade e vejo aqueles que conseguem realizar os meus sonhos, falarem o que&amp;nbsp;quiser&amp;nbsp;deles e não dar o menor valor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Em minha mente eu digo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cuidado aonde você pisa, pois você esta pisando em meus sonhos que o destino os colocou para você e que um dia será meus novamente, onde cuidarei dos estragos que você deixará...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Não deixem pisarem em seus sonhos.. eles são mais preciosos do que você possa imaginar,e um dia eles virarão ouros.. ouros em seu bolso e coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366539189209233215-3622412458496898132?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/3622412458496898132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/03/cuidado-aonde-voce-pisa-pois-estara.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/3622412458496898132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/3622412458496898132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/03/cuidado-aonde-voce-pisa-pois-estara.html' title='Cuidado aonde você pisa, pois estará pisando em meus sonhos...'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z-fs3GjlLcQ/TYlL2jZ7noI/AAAAAAAAAq0/wrTa7VNiWgw/s72-c/mulheres.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-2384641042747702971</id><published>2011-03-13T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T19:02:17.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hZzSovUCuog/TX13ItBUTkI/AAAAAAAAAqw/R9RrJslCQP0/s1600/beijo-com-atitude-conquista-qualquer-mulher.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hZzSovUCuog/TX13ItBUTkI/AAAAAAAAAqw/R9RrJslCQP0/s1600/beijo-com-atitude-conquista-qualquer-mulher.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Perigo só se tem se você tiver medo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se você tiver medo de mim..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Estará em perigo constantemente!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou a &lt;u&gt;ATACANTE&lt;/u&gt; e não aquela que senta, vê e espera.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/7366539189209233215-2384641042747702971?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/2384641042747702971/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Diga que ainda me ama..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;que não vai embora..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;que tudo que agente passou não foi em vão...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;e que todas as&amp;nbsp;discussões&amp;nbsp;e brigas foram um mal entendido e que nunca aconteceu realmente..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;me diga?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-WOSY_EpKT8c/TX11w1YX8YI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ReqieSwrqnI/s72-c/saudade_by_Romeo_Tango.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-3952263724572111543</id><published>2011-03-13T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T18:25:21.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY!</title><content type='html'>GENTE!!!!!!!!! sabe aquele texto que eu fiz chamado "&lt;a href="http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/01/efemera-opiniao.html"&gt;Efemera Opinião&lt;/a&gt;"?! então.. ele é um texto que eu fiz para um vestibular federal aqui na minha city (Dourados, MS).. a nota vale de zero a cinco.. minha nota foi de 4,75! mto contente pq na época de escola e cursinho, eu zerava redação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dêem uma olhada no meu texto xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/01/efemera-opiniao.html"&gt;http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/01/efemera-opiniao.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366539189209233215-3952263724572111543?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/3952263724572111543/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/3952263724572111543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/3952263724572111543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy.html' title='HAPPY!'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-5698739262422097310</id><published>2011-03-05T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T15:43:16.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olivia Bee.. Fantastic and brilliant photographer</title><content type='html'>Alguém já ouviu falar de Olivia Bee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-JMPnt8rjIOU/TXLJyKszGhI/AAAAAAAAAqA/afZk1OyGgAI/s1600/olivia1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-JMPnt8rjIOU/TXLJyKszGhI/AAAAAAAAAqA/afZk1OyGgAI/s320/olivia1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conheçam a garota de 15 anos, ruiva natural e de Portland, Olivia Grace Bolles ( ou Olivia Bee assim como gosta de ser chamada) começou a fotografar em sua escola, muita das fotos tiradas por ela são de seus amigo, sua vida e de seus amores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Wh8jSAuDw30/TXLJ1iF3E9I/AAAAAAAAAqI/u-6f6m-fVgA/s1600/Imagem11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Wh8jSAuDw30/TXLJ1iF3E9I/AAAAAAAAAqI/u-6f6m-fVgA/s320/Imagem11.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suas fotos já foram publicadas nas revistas:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seventeen.com/" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #407f94; font-size: 13px; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Seventeen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.frankie.com.au/" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #407f94; font-size: 13px; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;Frankie&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;e American Photo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-X9_kPa3rE44/TXLJ2-sebUI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Ol5aXNdD5_c/s1600/Imagem11111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-X9_kPa3rE44/TXLJ2-sebUI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Ol5aXNdD5_c/s320/Imagem11111.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Suas fotografias mostram o mundo da forma que ela vê pelas lentes de uma câmera. Mostrando atitude, criatividade e imaginação total em cada click.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_eVgOXyUlnY/TXLJ4bQFPdI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/N2Q4uLaRDx8/s1600/Imagem11111112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_eVgOXyUlnY/TXLJ4bQFPdI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/N2Q4uLaRDx8/s320/Imagem11111112.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="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MKFqLevfegs/TXLJ5vm1FFI/AAAAAAAAAqU/ti6Kkjtuz90/s1600/Imagem1111111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="119" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MKFqLevfegs/TXLJ5vm1FFI/AAAAAAAAAqU/ti6Kkjtuz90/s320/Imagem1111111.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="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HNdozfjDVe8/TXLKLLKLLsI/AAAAAAAAAqY/9TP49O3vJ1s/s1600/Olivia+Bee%2527s_flickr+via+Design+Crush.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HNdozfjDVe8/TXLKLLKLLsI/AAAAAAAAAqY/9TP49O3vJ1s/s320/Olivia+Bee%2527s_flickr+via+Design+Crush.png" 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="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ep0arINXNso/TXLKMgtvt5I/AAAAAAAAAqc/Aw-PTooHM_A/s1600/Olivia_Bolles_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ep0arINXNso/TXLKMgtvt5I/AAAAAAAAAqc/Aw-PTooHM_A/s320/Olivia_Bolles_3.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="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-efxUYXWvXvY/TXLKNsGPG3I/AAAAAAAAAqg/iAYgPV2u5v8/s1600/olivia-bee-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-efxUYXWvXvY/TXLKNsGPG3I/AAAAAAAAAqg/iAYgPV2u5v8/s320/olivia-bee-2.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="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7mdBC47-UM0/TXLKOhRZvMI/AAAAAAAAAqk/GwpuEtBT8Nc/s1600/Olivia_Bolles_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7mdBC47-UM0/TXLKOhRZvMI/AAAAAAAAAqk/GwpuEtBT8Nc/s320/Olivia_Bolles_2.jpg" width="309" /&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: center;"&gt;Site de Olivia Bee:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.oliviabee.com/"&gt;http://www.oliviabee.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Flickr de Olvia Bee:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/-oliviabee-"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/-oliviabee-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7366539189209233215-5698739262422097310?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/5698739262422097310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/03/olivia-bee-fantastic-and-brilliant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/5698739262422097310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/5698739262422097310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/03/olivia-bee-fantastic-and-brilliant.html' title='Olivia Bee.. Fantastic and brilliant photographer'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-JMPnt8rjIOU/TXLJyKszGhI/AAAAAAAAAqA/afZk1OyGgAI/s72-c/olivia1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-706008056309681270</id><published>2011-03-05T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T06:35:01.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anjos a beira do Precipício</title><content type='html'>Olhamos para as pessoas na rua, cumprimentamos mesmo aqueles que não conhecemos, olhamos para aqueles que andam na sombra, mas não são aqueles os que mais nós&amp;nbsp;deveríamos&amp;nbsp;nos preocupar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QMaIM794iAI/TXJGHzGaAuI/AAAAAAAAApw/uD52WqsMVlw/s1600/Sem+t%25C3%25ADtulo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QMaIM794iAI/TXJGHzGaAuI/AAAAAAAAApw/uD52WqsMVlw/s320/Sem+t%25C3%25ADtulo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Assistimos todos os dias casos de pedofilia..Mas não vemos o que realmente acontece.. A mídia explora o pior do ser humano, sua emoção. E a inocência desses pequenos anjos é jogada pelo maior precipício: A televisão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-tl1RIXQjyac/TXJI-VBXp_I/AAAAAAAAAp8/Im2BgQT4PXU/s1600/precipicio.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-tl1RIXQjyac/TXJI-VBXp_I/AAAAAAAAAp8/Im2BgQT4PXU/s1600/precipicio.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entendo que a telecomunicação é importante para avisar os próximos para prevenção, ajuda. Mas é correto filmar pais em extremo desespero, perguntas como: O que você esta sentindo neste momento?&lt;br /&gt;Caros jornalistas, perguntem de forma decente, coerente; se fossem seus filhos ou crianças que vocês dessem muita importância, o que vocês gostariam que fossem falado ou perguntado por vocês?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-01rGJwAs6DU/TXJI7m-cppI/AAAAAAAAAp0/rcxq9CdT8rE/s1600/crian%25C3%25A7as+na+tv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-01rGJwAs6DU/TXJI7m-cppI/AAAAAAAAAp0/rcxq9CdT8rE/s320/crian%25C3%25A7as+na+tv.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exploração infantil e&amp;nbsp;adolescência é um caso muito discutido&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;em todo mundo, pouco se é feito realmente pela lei (principalmente pela do Brasil cuja a maior pena é de 28 anos, com direito e possibilidade de sair depois de 15 anos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KohIkef4du0/TXJI9w_OoII/AAAAAAAAAp4/sDiN3nZt3jk/s1600/216_2658-crianca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KohIkef4du0/TXJI9w_OoII/AAAAAAAAAp4/sDiN3nZt3jk/s320/216_2658-crianca.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou a favor de pena de morte, mas a uma pena seja no mínimo 50 anos, sem requerer de recursos humanos para poder sair mais cedo, mas uma melhora para que não haja tanta violência na sua estadia na cadeia. Mas mais ainda não haja esses recursos humanos para os que tiram o recursos humanos de outros inocentes, pois eles não deram esta chance para eles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366539189209233215-706008056309681270?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/706008056309681270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/03/anjos-beira-do-precipicio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/706008056309681270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/706008056309681270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/03/anjos-beira-do-precipicio.html' title='Anjos a beira do Precipício'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QMaIM794iAI/TXJGHzGaAuI/AAAAAAAAApw/uD52WqsMVlw/s72-c/Sem+t%25C3%25ADtulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-2542075178677564614</id><published>2011-03-04T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T07:31:03.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Queria q esta imagem fosse meu template.. =/</title><content type='html'>Tentei.. tentei.. mas não deu... olha ai gente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-aoLEgK9RXZ4/TXEFpGIETCI/AAAAAAAAAps/UZLRokSe5VE/s1600/Untitled-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-aoLEgK9RXZ4/TXEFpGIETCI/AAAAAAAAAps/UZLRokSe5VE/s320/Untitled-3.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/7366539189209233215-2542075178677564614?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/2542075178677564614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/03/queria-q-esta-imagem-fosse-meu-template.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/2542075178677564614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/2542075178677564614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/03/queria-q-esta-imagem-fosse-meu-template.html' title='Queria q esta imagem fosse meu template.. =/'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-aoLEgK9RXZ4/TXEFpGIETCI/AAAAAAAAAps/UZLRokSe5VE/s72-c/Untitled-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-5065373562419256793</id><published>2011-03-03T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T09:27:45.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida é o show mais espetacular na Terra</title><content type='html'>Se alguém for assistir este filme.. ME CHAME! &amp;nbsp;*--* vendo o site da &lt;a href="http://www.capricho.com.br/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;capricho&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;me chamou a atenção sobre as novas fotos de Robert Pattison no filme Water for Elephants. É um filme que envolve um jovem estudante de veterinária que abandona os seus estudos depois que seus pais estão mortos e se junta a um circo itinerante como seu veterinário. Porém um acidente acontece no maior espetáculo.. De acordo com o site &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cineplayers.com/noticia.php?id=6037"&gt;cine player&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma; font-size: 24px;"&gt;'Water for Elephants' estreia no Brasil em 13 de maio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Assistam o trailer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Rmq0iIyvNeA" title="YouTube video player" width="540"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366539189209233215-5065373562419256793?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/5065373562419256793/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/03/vida-e-o-show-mais-espetacular-na-terra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/5065373562419256793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/5065373562419256793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/03/vida-e-o-show-mais-espetacular-na-terra.html' title='A vida é o show mais espetacular na Terra'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Rmq0iIyvNeA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-9073784937165621536</id><published>2011-03-02T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T12:41:50.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pesquisa: 60,5% dos baianos passa o carnaval em casa descansando. E depois não querem que a gente faça piada :)</title><content type='html'>Eu estava de boa no meu facebook ai eu vi as novidades do Marcelo Tas ( CQC- CUSTE O QUE CUSTAR)&lt;br /&gt;Marcelo Tas&lt;br /&gt;Pesquisa: 60,5% dos baianos passa o carnaval em casa descansando. E depois não querem que a gente faça piada :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7iU9ipaEsE0/TW6rKuDwdeI/AAAAAAAAAok/A9PRGp4t1WU/s1600/carnaval.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7iU9ipaEsE0/TW6rKuDwdeI/AAAAAAAAAok/A9PRGp4t1WU/s320/carnaval.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ser sinceros né gente... "-Ô mainha... quero fazer isso ki naum..." vozinha bem mancinha que dorme no meio da frase..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-b3VT_VPkoLM/TW6rQ4p9oaI/AAAAAAAAAoo/s2RdlmhvHBY/s1600/homer-tvv-300x295.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-b3VT_VPkoLM/TW6rQ4p9oaI/AAAAAAAAAoo/s2RdlmhvHBY/s1600/homer-tvv-300x295.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No site do "&lt;a href="http://www.atarde.com.br/noticia.jsf?id=5691124"&gt;A tarde&lt;/a&gt;" diz:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;O estudo revelou, também, que 42,6% dos soteropolitanos que não saem às ruas ouvem música e 30,3% acessam à internet.&amp;nbsp; É o caso do estudante de ciências da computação, Saulo Ribeiro,&amp;nbsp; 20 anos. Fã de rock’n roll, ele dispensa axé, samba-reggae e pagode, mas não abre mão da rede mundial de computadores nos seis dias de festejos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-SfaHrzSy2AY/TW6rS0DphSI/AAAAAAAAAos/N54DKLUxZos/s1600/Assistindo_TV_-_cor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-SfaHrzSy2AY/TW6rS0DphSI/AAAAAAAAAos/N54DKLUxZos/s320/Assistindo_TV_-_cor.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: left;"&gt;Gente, por favor! Não estou insinuando nada.. só é reportagem.. tds os sites estão ai.. não há preconceito... a fatos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366539189209233215-9073784937165621536?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/9073784937165621536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/03/pesquisa-605-dos-baianos-passa-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/9073784937165621536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/9073784937165621536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/03/pesquisa-605-dos-baianos-passa-o.html' title='Pesquisa: 60,5% dos baianos passa o carnaval em casa descansando. E depois não querem que a gente faça piada :)'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7iU9ipaEsE0/TW6rKuDwdeI/AAAAAAAAAok/A9PRGp4t1WU/s72-c/carnaval.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-3643270235986177456</id><published>2011-03-01T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T11:47:43.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No arms no legs-  sem braços, sem pernas</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/E-xZ6ULzJEk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assitam o vídeo e deixe seu comentário.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366539189209233215-3643270235986177456?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/3643270235986177456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-arms-no-legs-sem-bracos-sem-pernas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/3643270235986177456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/3643270235986177456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-arms-no-legs-sem-bracos-sem-pernas.html' title='No arms no legs-  sem braços, sem pernas'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/E-xZ6ULzJEk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-3431069432122270081</id><published>2011-02-28T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T15:41:02.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIA DE TROTE NOS CALOUROS!!!!!</title><content type='html'>1° dia de faculdade... o coração dispara.. você encontra amigos veteranos.. eles tentam te avisar com o olhar: O PERIGO ESTA CHEGANDO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você lá de boa assistindo a aula d um professor que só murmura em tons desconhecidos ainda por você e derrepente: tock tock.. professor? da licença? CALOUROS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uSJWBbAR7lk/TWwxXFGpy6I/AAAAAAAAAoU/Av1EFoolxGw/s1600/terminei-a-faculdade-e-agora-37-251.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uSJWBbAR7lk/TWwxXFGpy6I/AAAAAAAAAoU/Av1EFoolxGw/s320/terminei-a-faculdade-e-agora-37-251.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você já se sente um bicho jogado em uma selva de pessoas que você nunca viu na vida só te analisando.. você ja vira um objeto de estudo ao pisar na universidade, ainda vem um (a) louco (a) querendo pintar você, raspar sua cabeça, (e uma novidade para mim pelo menos - raspar a sobrancelha de todos até das garotas O_o' ), que isso?? Ainda dizem que quem vai para faculdade são adultos.. Vou chegar no meu trabalho e vou virar para estagiária e raspar a sobrancelha dela e colocar uma testeira com orelhas de burro nela também.. ninguém pode falar nada.. sou a veterana.. ela é a caloura..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Ey0WML0ba00/TWwxQpGGYdI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/gjAuUbpuiMA/s1600/alg_ashley_kirilow-split.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Ey0WML0ba00/TWwxQpGGYdI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/gjAuUbpuiMA/s320/alg_ashley_kirilow-split.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E outra.. não me importo de pegar dinheiro em sinaleiros para o pessoal POBRE dai não.. o trotezinho mais d boa.. e tem gente que reclama dele.. cara, é só se fingir de mendigo e vai pedir esmola para dar para os pobres veteranos... elaia em gente! O mundinho selvagem que agente vive..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rapFBQ0rruQ/TWwxHKcERDI/AAAAAAAAAoM/cqmXQFps99M/s1600/trote1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rapFBQ0rruQ/TWwxHKcERDI/AAAAAAAAAoM/cqmXQFps99M/s320/trote1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JIidbhFTvo8/TWwxcM_WsyI/AAAAAAAAAoY/h5KfFiqRflM/s1600/trote.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JIidbhFTvo8/TWwxcM_WsyI/AAAAAAAAAoY/h5KfFiqRflM/s320/trote.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&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/7366539189209233215-3431069432122270081?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/3431069432122270081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/02/dia-de-trote-nos-calouros.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/3431069432122270081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/3431069432122270081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/02/dia-de-trote-nos-calouros.html' title='DIA DE TROTE NOS CALOUROS!!!!!'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uSJWBbAR7lk/TWwxXFGpy6I/AAAAAAAAAoU/Av1EFoolxGw/s72-c/terminei-a-faculdade-e-agora-37-251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-6405967848581665231</id><published>2011-02-27T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T17:52:29.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isso faz sentido??</title><content type='html'>Ok.. ok.. eu sei que faz uma era que não escrevo...e não.. isso não é sobre o Felipe Neto (para quem não sabe, veja no youtube -não faz sentido, felipe neto) mas será que faz sentido uma garota que trabalha no ramo da moda dizer que certo modelo, como rômantica assim por dizer.. não é cool.. in.. mas sim monótono?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, eu já ouvi isso.. mas hello?! sou estilo love assim por dizer.. mas nem é por isso que vou evitar meu visual comportada, branquinho básico para evitar o olhares de outras para dizerem que estão cansadas de ver o mesmo look..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-wFCKesenmoQ/TWr-iKWwaWI/AAAAAAAAAnU/YMZP04MgdNQ/s1600/18165lis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-wFCKesenmoQ/TWr-iKWwaWI/AAAAAAAAAnU/YMZP04MgdNQ/s320/18165lis.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concordo que todo palidozinho é meio.. hum.. não sei o que dizer.. Mas faz sentido alguém entendido de moda ver fotos de famosos usando o look nude que é de certa forma romantica e dizer que não é legal, bonito?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-lhWs6bl5aDY/TWr_APAd1aI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Gwd2_X7WzY0/s1600/02pennparan9vecannes19052009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-lhWs6bl5aDY/TWr_APAd1aI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Gwd2_X7WzY0/s320/02pennparan9vecannes19052009.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver chegar na estilista desse pessoal e falar a mesma coisa.. rsrs.. mas sério.. se gosta da roupa, use-a! Sem preconceito de ser feliz.. Seje restart, romantica, gótica, váriado.. BE YOUR SELF! AND BE HAPPY! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-XzoAnoVS118/TWr_GmJ6RAI/AAAAAAAAAnc/HeaEJjrJctM/s1600/dopping6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-XzoAnoVS118/TWr_GmJ6RAI/AAAAAAAAAnc/HeaEJjrJctM/s320/dopping6.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ej5e28bzhl4/TWr_IbM5JjI/AAAAAAAAAng/JffSaBieTeA/s1600/moda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ej5e28bzhl4/TWr_IbM5JjI/AAAAAAAAAng/JffSaBieTeA/s320/moda.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="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZNBnUzgcQko/TWr_KJMJJVI/AAAAAAAAAnk/PSg9_GAetW0/s1600/uyiiu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZNBnUzgcQko/TWr_KJMJJVI/AAAAAAAAAnk/PSg9_GAetW0/s320/uyiiu.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="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-DcANdazuMCc/TWr_tmKsJYI/AAAAAAAAAno/uylOUFcS80M/s1600/famosas-nude342.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-DcANdazuMCc/TWr_tmKsJYI/AAAAAAAAAno/uylOUFcS80M/s320/famosas-nude342.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/7366539189209233215-6405967848581665231?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/6405967848581665231/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/02/isso-faz-sentido.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/6405967848581665231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/6405967848581665231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/02/isso-faz-sentido.html' title='Isso faz sentido??'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-wFCKesenmoQ/TWr-iKWwaWI/AAAAAAAAAnU/YMZP04MgdNQ/s72-c/18165lis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-6894687853568128797</id><published>2011-01-27T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T11:58:27.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nós nunca seremos nada além de barulhentos</title><content type='html'>Alguém poderá discutir sobre a frase "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nós nunca seremos nada além de barulhentos&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #686868; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;."?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Ai vem aqueles que falam coisas do tipo, "Não, poderemos ser a voz do povo, vamos revolucionar a cidade, município, o País!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;No final, só vamos fazer muito barulho. Ao nascermos fazemos barulho, ao morrermos deixamos muito barulho para trás.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HcmfHZuJe0E?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Vivemos de uma forma tão séria que não percebemos a beleza do nosso barulho. Já teve aquele alguém especial deitado em seu peito escutando seu coração? E ele ou ela disse: seu coração esta batendo rápido, ou, ele é lindo de se escutar? Aprecie estes sons, até fizeram um estudo do som do silêncio. Sim, silêncio tem um som, não sei qual é... Mas se for o silêncio que a natureza traz quando simplesmente paramos para escutar, acredite então, é lindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/s4Rax2PXiWA?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about this! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366539189209233215-6894687853568128797?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/6894687853568128797/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/01/nos-nunca-seremos-nada-alem-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/6894687853568128797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/6894687853568128797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/01/nos-nunca-seremos-nada-alem-de.html' title='Nós nunca seremos nada além de barulhentos'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/HcmfHZuJe0E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-40747330637601447</id><published>2011-01-16T12:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T12:43:10.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Efêmera Opinião</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;A sociedade atual anda conforme o ritmo da música, quando há eleições e um dos candidatos é uma mulher ou um palhaço, a música fica mais rápida, se é sobre jogos, fica mais lenta. Mas o ritmo disto tudo esta na imprensa e na sua voz; todavia, alguns cidadães se esquecem disto e prejudica a segunda voz do povo para o mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;Durante a ditadura militar no Brasil, a imprensa foi calada sobre o real acontecimento no país, deixando assim, muitos sem a noção dos acontecimentos, até que algumas pessoas a disseram de outras formas. Deixando a voz sair e a liberdade surgir, os editores de jornais, revistas e televisões tiveram seu lugar para dizer ao povo as opiniões e relatos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;Houve uma metamorfose na sociedade tanto brasileira quanto a do mundo para a utilização da mídia na transmisão da realidade, contudo muitos ainda vivem naquela velha opinião formada sobre tudo ser um escândalo ou imoral na frente da mídia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;Acidentes como o caso da princesa Diana, envolvendo a mídia foi um fato o qual poderia ter sido evitado, pois houve um descontrole na imprensa, porém não se devem comparar estes acidentes ao fato de publicar arquivos sobre o interior de uma guerra, conflitos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;Na atualidade está havendo no nosso país, desmoronamentos de terras e casas no Rio de Janeiro devido às chuvas. Se não houvesse ou se fosse censurado as redes de televisão e jornais, haveria muito mais mortes por aquela região, e não haveria pessoas o suficiente para ajudar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;A liberdade de imprensa é posta para além de desmascarar conflitos e eventos, mas para ajudar a quem precisa então, não julgue as opiniões dos outros, ou os relatos colocados em sua frente, pois um dia estes olhos para o mundo que a mídia trás serão fechados novamente, sua boca calada e oportunidades de ajuda serão perdidos.&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&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/7366539189209233215-40747330637601447?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/40747330637601447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/01/efemera-opiniao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/40747330637601447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/40747330637601447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/01/efemera-opiniao.html' title='Efêmera Opinião'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-1844556348952398267</id><published>2011-01-03T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T05:56:45.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquela velha opinião formada sobre tudo</title><content type='html'>Somos feitos de opiniões dos antigos. Algumas são boas, outras nem tanto. Mas uma opinião a qual "mudou" no &amp;nbsp; Brasil foi uma mulher presidente. Não votamos em uma mulher, votamos no homem no qual havia por traz da mulher. Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva dizia que se votassem na Dilma, era votar nele, mas como muitos puderam perceber que o governo Lula foi um dos melhores propostos até agora, então votar na Dilma não era a pior escolha. Porém não era a melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TSHVj0XGJqI/AAAAAAAAAnA/pWmD0xYIxSw/s1600/urna_eletronica_dedo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TSHVj0XGJqI/AAAAAAAAAnA/pWmD0xYIxSw/s320/urna_eletronica_dedo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas pessoas deste nosso Brasil fecharam os olhos e apenas ouviram a voz de Lula na hora de votar "vote em mim, vote na Dilma". Minha opinião sobre esse pensamento foi igual aquela música, "eu preciso ser, uma metamorfose ambulante, do que viver na aquela velha opinião formada sobre tudo...". Não votei na Dilma, esta foi minha opinião na hora de votar no nosso líder do nosso país. Na segunda seção, eu votei nulo. Esta foi minha opinião que foi contra a de muitos. Pelo menos hoje eu tenho a consciência limpa, não que outros não tenham, mas acredito no pensamento da velha opinião formada sobre tudo atingiu a cabeça de muitos na hora de votar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366539189209233215-1844556348952398267?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/1844556348952398267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/01/aquela-velha-opiniao-formada-sobre-tudo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/1844556348952398267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/1844556348952398267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2011/01/aquela-velha-opiniao-formada-sobre-tudo.html' title='Aquela velha opinião formada sobre tudo'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TSHVj0XGJqI/AAAAAAAAAnA/pWmD0xYIxSw/s72-c/urna_eletronica_dedo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-5594801884405646326</id><published>2010-12-21T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T11:17:24.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Firework</title><content type='html'>Muitos passam pelas ruas, passam por namorados(as), passam por cidades e de vidas. Mas acredito que poucos vêem a verdadeira essência de que um ser humano pode realizar.&lt;br /&gt;Outro dia, indo para casa do meu namorado, vi dois garotinhos na beira da rua brincando, em um sol alpino e descalços. O garotinho mais velho ao ver o outro indo próximo aos carros o puxou de volta para calçada. O gesto foi pequeno para algumas pessoas, porém muito grande para aqueles dois garotos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TRD8xgZ1QYI/AAAAAAAAAl8/fJvidLGoBQc/s1600/Meninos%2Bde%2Brua.jpg2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TRD8xgZ1QYI/AAAAAAAAAl8/fJvidLGoBQc/s320/Meninos%2Bde%2Brua.jpg2.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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TRD9DIXvSaI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/5ZcDYE_x2ps/s1600/rebeldia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TRD9DIXvSaI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/5ZcDYE_x2ps/s320/rebeldia.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu avô teve câncer (não me recordo aonde exatamente), mas ele sobreviveu, os olhos dele brilham mais do que a lua em noites limpas quando eu simplesmente apareço e dou um grande abraço nele. Pequeno gesto para quem vê, mas grande para ele e para mim. Como nossos corpos soltassem fogos de artifícios brincamos, contamos piadas e rimos, pois estes pequenos momentos são os que valem realmente apena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TRD86W9Vz6I/AAAAAAAAAmE/0SuLW4iZErU/s1600/cancer%25287%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TRD86W9Vz6I/AAAAAAAAAmE/0SuLW4iZErU/s320/cancer%25287%2529.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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TRD87mSwCUI/AAAAAAAAAmI/n-4echfTjOY/s1600/fogos3jpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TRD87mSwCUI/AAAAAAAAAmI/n-4echfTjOY/s1600/fogos3jpg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia eu fui até uma instituição de caridade entregar um bom-bom para uma criança, assim como os olhos de meu avô, ela também soltou fogos de artifício ao recebe-lo. &lt;br /&gt;Neste natal faça virar o dia de furacão em um arco-íris para alguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TRD8_4n1s9I/AAAAAAAAAmM/lPsW-YRYg8Q/s1600/feliz-natal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TRD8_4n1s9I/AAAAAAAAAmM/lPsW-YRYg8Q/s320/feliz-natal.jpg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boas festas a todos, e desejo toda a felicidade do mundo ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/QGJuMBdaqIw/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QGJuMBdaqIw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QGJuMBdaqIw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366539189209233215-5594801884405646326?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/5594801884405646326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2010/12/firework.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/5594801884405646326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/5594801884405646326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2010/12/firework.html' title='Firework'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TRD8xgZ1QYI/AAAAAAAAAl8/fJvidLGoBQc/s72-c/Meninos%2Bde%2Brua.jpg2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-3088389663539787927</id><published>2010-12-14T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T13:29:39.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEM RÓTULOS TAMBÉM DA DICAS!</title><content type='html'>Gente não deixem de seguir também &lt;a href="http://sem-rotulos-dicas.blogspot.com/"&gt;DICAS&lt;/a&gt;, Sem rótulos também da dicas.. Visitem ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366539189209233215-3088389663539787927?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/3088389663539787927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2010/12/sem-rotulos-tambem-da-dicas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/3088389663539787927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/3088389663539787927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2010/12/sem-rotulos-tambem-da-dicas.html' title='SEM RÓTULOS TAMBÉM DA DICAS!'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-6188804383156773470</id><published>2010-12-14T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T11:21:58.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas mais um sonho</title><content type='html'>Sentada no parapeito da janela do meu quarto, olhando a chuva molhar as plantas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQfDF8rw7_I/AAAAAAAAAks/e0tyTKmqVwo/s1600/chuva-na-janela.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQfDF8rw7_I/AAAAAAAAAks/e0tyTKmqVwo/s320/chuva-na-janela.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo parece ser tão calmo quando esta chovendo, o tempo em mim muda, o sentimento de me jogar nesta calmaria é maior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQfCwcchUUI/AAAAAAAAAkk/5QJV9enmgUE/s1600/MULHER_DA_CHUVA.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQfCwcchUUI/AAAAAAAAAkk/5QJV9enmgUE/s320/MULHER_DA_CHUVA.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O frio que esta chuva causa é um frio bom, gostoso de se sentir. Uma vez eu tentei explicar o porque dessa só brisa de vento, eu disse apenas o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É o suspiro de uma princesa apaixonada a espera de seu príncipe, e a chuva, são suas lágrimas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQfDnzcmCpI/AAAAAAAAAk4/P9uZ3mp0GX0/s1600/i191369.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQfDnzcmCpI/AAAAAAAAAk4/P9uZ3mp0GX0/s320/i191369.jpg" width="251" /&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei que isto é muita fantasia mas é como eu me sentia na época, para tentar desvendar o lógico de outra maneira. Então um dia sentada em uma cabana próxima a um lago, vendo a chuva molhar toda aquela paisagem, um garotinho sentou - se ao meu lado e disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tenho um sentimento de me jogar nesta calmaria, mas só se você se jogar comigo, pois meu coração bater rápido ou lento depende somente de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQfC4vUwaPI/AAAAAAAAAko/d7D_InKuXf0/s1600/amor+meu+grande+amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQfC4vUwaPI/AAAAAAAAAko/d7D_InKuXf0/s320/amor+meu+grande+amor.jpg" width="316" /&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366539189209233215-6188804383156773470?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/6188804383156773470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2010/12/dia-que-virou-noite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/6188804383156773470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/6188804383156773470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2010/12/dia-que-virou-noite.html' title='Apenas mais um sonho'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQfDF8rw7_I/AAAAAAAAAks/e0tyTKmqVwo/s72-c/chuva-na-janela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-976665785387008562</id><published>2010-12-12T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T13:05:28.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No que eu estava pensando?!</title><content type='html'>Fui rever uns post que havia postado antes, e eu estava fugindo do meu princípio: postar idéias e opiniões sobre acontecimentos que marcaram de alguma forma o Brasil ou o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQU4zz0bt9I/AAAAAAAAAkY/2bc2IeQH1h8/s1600/Violencia_no_Rio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQU4zz0bt9I/AAAAAAAAAkY/2bc2IeQH1h8/s320/Violencia_no_Rio.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O atentado de 11 de setembro de 2001 nas torres gêmeas de New York é um fato o qual ninguem esquece. Nos dias atuais, no nosso Brasil, temos um atentado tão importante o quanto, no Rio de Janeiro, no complexo do Alemão tem todos os dias um dos maiores troca de balas com policiais, traficantes e inocentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQU46uVujEI/AAAAAAAAAkc/m3kkSgZn6xk/s1600/imagens-gerais-da-favela-cidade-de-deus-na-zona-oeste-do-rio-de-janeiro-1291255400872_615x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="156" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQU46uVujEI/AAAAAAAAAkc/m3kkSgZn6xk/s320/imagens-gerais-da-favela-cidade-de-deus-na-zona-oeste-do-rio-de-janeiro-1291255400872_615x300.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aonde o mundo foi parar? Não temos mais privacidade nem ao sair de casa, imagina ao ser visinha de assaltantes, terroristas, ou ficar entre tiroteios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQU5DfJWCvI/AAAAAAAAAkg/HOl9-zlNcdA/s1600/_violencia_rio_de_janeiro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQU5DfJWCvI/AAAAAAAAAkg/HOl9-zlNcdA/s320/_violencia_rio_de_janeiro.jpg" width="279" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitos ao final disso tudo lhes perguntaram: &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;No que eu estava pensando?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366539189209233215-976665785387008562?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/976665785387008562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-que-eu-estava-pensando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/976665785387008562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/976665785387008562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-que-eu-estava-pensando.html' title='No que eu estava pensando?!'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQU4zz0bt9I/AAAAAAAAAkY/2bc2IeQH1h8/s72-c/Violencia_no_Rio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-4050082962161306603</id><published>2010-12-12T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T12:43:33.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Debaixo da maquiagem branca e a boca vermelha</title><content type='html'>Queria que tudo fosse diferente agora. As pessoas estão se tornando tão monótonas, tão iguais, falta paixão pelas coisas, falta algo único nelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQUyPNGSl9I/AAAAAAAAAkM/vOevt8kWG6A/s1600/sim-somos-todos-iguais.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQUyPNGSl9I/AAAAAAAAAkM/vOevt8kWG6A/s320/sim-somos-todos-iguais.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando por estas ruas e vejo todos iguais, todos os mesmos rostos. Vou para outras cidades, e lá estão os mesmos tipos de rostos. Podem se parecer diferente para outros olhos que não enchegar além do óbvio. Mas acredite, são os mesmos palhaços da sociedade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQUyWTopOZI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/PqANwZaQ42s/s1600/benetton03ww0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQUyWTopOZI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/PqANwZaQ42s/s320/benetton03ww0.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem descriminar, ou dizer que você também é um palhaço, porque eu sei que eu sou. E prefiro ser chamada de palhaça do que escrava, não concordam?&lt;br /&gt;Digo palhaça no modo como as pessoas conversam, se sentem "confortáveis" com suas roupas e com sua maquiagem. Mas somos o motivo de risada para aqueles que nos fizeram acreditar no estilo de vida certo, as roupas certas, a visão tampada da verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Então quando alguém diferente vai e faz algo único, alguns vão lá e o imita. O criador ri da sua cara, porque enquanto vc esta indo na onda, ele esta voltando.&lt;br /&gt;E ser diferente não muda o carater, eles apenas ensinam a não ser os palhaços, mas sim os ÚNICOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQUyeoaRM6I/AAAAAAAAAkU/0jPjn-UVVsM/s1600/MOII.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQUyeoaRM6I/AAAAAAAAAkU/0jPjn-UVVsM/s320/MOII.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/7366539189209233215-4050082962161306603?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/4050082962161306603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2010/12/queria-que-tudo-fosse-diferente-agora.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/4050082962161306603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/4050082962161306603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2010/12/queria-que-tudo-fosse-diferente-agora.html' title='Debaixo da maquiagem branca e a boca vermelha'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQUyPNGSl9I/AAAAAAAAAkM/vOevt8kWG6A/s72-c/sim-somos-todos-iguais.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-7057357724213391493</id><published>2010-12-10T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T10:02:07.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O RETRATO OVAL - Edgar Allan Poe</title><content type='html'>Tudo bem que o texto é meio comprido, por isso coloquei umas imagens no meio para não ficar tão cansativo, mas leiam.. é bem legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O RETRATO OVAL - Edgar Allan Poe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQJplDKBl1I/AAAAAAAAAj0/VWb510Q8_nI/s1600/retrato_oval_editada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQJplDKBl1I/AAAAAAAAAj0/VWb510Q8_nI/s320/retrato_oval_editada.jpg" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O castelo em que meu criado se aventurara a forçar entrada, em lugar de deixar-me passar uma noite ao&lt;br /&gt;relento, gravemente ferido como eu estava, era um daqueles edifícios mesclados de soturnidade e grandeza&lt;br /&gt;que por muito tempo carranquearam entre os Apeninos, tanto na realidade quanto na imaginação da Sra.&lt;br /&gt;Radcliffe. Ao que tudo indicava, fora abandonado havia pouco e temporariamente. Acomodamo-nos num dos quartos menores e menos suntuosamente mobiliados, que ficava num remoto torreão do edifício. Sua&lt;br /&gt;decoração era rica, porém esfarrapada e antiga. As paredes estavam forradas com tapeçarias e ornadas com&amp;nbsp;diversos e multiformes troféus heráldicos, juntamente com um número inusual de espirituosas pinturas&lt;br /&gt;modernas em molduras de ricos arabescos dourados. Por essas pinturas, que pendiam das paredes não só de&amp;nbsp;suas principais superfícies, mas de muitos recessos que a arquitetura bizarra do castelo fez necessários, por&amp;nbsp;essas pinturas meu delírio incipiente, talvez, fizera-me tomar interesse profundo; de modo que ordenei a Pedro&amp;nbsp;fechar os pesados postigos do quarto – visto que já era noite –, acender um alto candelabro que se encontrava&amp;nbsp;à cabeceira de minha cama e abrir amplamente as cortinas franjadas de veludo negro que a envolviam. Desejei&amp;nbsp;que tudo isso fosse feito para que pudesse abandonar-me, ao menos alternativamente, se não adormecesse, à&amp;nbsp;contemplação das pinturas e à leitura atenta de um pequeno volume encontrado sobre o travesseiro que se&amp;nbsp;propunha a criticá-las e descrevê-las.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQJpzwjQv6I/AAAAAAAAAj4/iB2p17pEqHo/s1600/reading_in_bed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQJpzwjQv6I/AAAAAAAAAj4/iB2p17pEqHo/s320/reading_in_bed.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por longo, longo tempo li, e com devoção e dedicação contemplei-as. Rápidas e gloriosas, as horas&lt;br /&gt;voavam e a meia-noite profunda veio. A posição do candelabro desagradava-me, e estendendo a mão com&lt;br /&gt;dificuldade, em vez de perturbar meu criado adormecido, ajeitei-o a fim de lançar seus raios de luz mais em&lt;br /&gt;cheio sobre o livro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a ação produziu um efeito completamente imprevisto. Os raios das numerosas velas (pois eram&lt;br /&gt;muitas) agora caíam num nicho do quarto que até o momento estivera mergulhado em profunda sombra por&lt;br /&gt;uma das colunas da cama. Assim, vi sob a luz vívida um quadro não notado antes. Era o retrato de uma jovem,&amp;nbsp;quase mulher feita. Olhei a pintura apressadamente &amp;nbsp;e fechei os olhos. Não foi a princípio claro para minha&amp;nbsp;própria percepção por que fiz isso. Todavia, enquanto minhas pálpebras permaneciam dessa forma fechadas,&amp;nbsp;revi na mente a reação de fechá-las.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQJrFhuN_vI/AAAAAAAAAkI/CxWprCtrFjw/s1600/26_mvg_0_coracao_8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQJrFhuN_vI/AAAAAAAAAkI/CxWprCtrFjw/s320/26_mvg_0_coracao_8.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Foi um movimento impulsivo para ganhar tempo para pensar – para&amp;nbsp;certificar-me de que minha vista não me enganara –, para acalmar e dominar minha fantasia para uma&lt;br /&gt;observação mais calma e segura. Em poucos momentos, novamente olhei fixamente a pintura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQJqL-YtChI/AAAAAAAAAj8/oLZtkgFhLCY/s1600/retrato.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQJqL-YtChI/AAAAAAAAAj8/oLZtkgFhLCY/s320/retrato.gif" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que agora via, certamente não podia e não queria duvidar, pois o primeiro clarão das velas sobre a tela&lt;br /&gt;dissipara o estupor de sonho que me roubava os sentidos, despertando-me imediatamente à realidade.&lt;br /&gt;O retrato, já o disse, era o de uma jovem. Uma mera cabeça e ombros, feitos à maneira denominada&lt;br /&gt;tecnicamente de vinheta, muito ao estilo das cabeças favoritas de Sully. Os braços, o busto e as pontas dos&lt;br /&gt;radiantes cabelos dissolviam-se imperceptivelmente &amp;nbsp;na vaga mas profunda sombra que formava o fundo do&lt;br /&gt;conjunto. A moldura era oval, ricamente dourada e filigranada à mourisca. Como objeto artístico, nada poderia&amp;nbsp;ser mais admirável do que aquela pintura em si. Mas não seria a elaboração da obra nem a beleza imortal&amp;nbsp;daquela face o que tão repentinamente e com veemência comovera-me. Tampouco teria minha fantasia,&amp;nbsp;sacudida de seu meio-sono, tomado a cabeça pela de &amp;nbsp;uma pessoa viva. Vi logo que as peculiaridades do&amp;nbsp;desenho, do vinhetado e da moldura devem ter dissipado instantaneamente tal idéia – e até mesmo evitado sua&amp;nbsp;cogitação momentânea. Pensando seriamente acerca desses pontos, permaneci, talvez uma hora, meio&amp;nbsp;sentado, meio reclinado, com minha vista pregada ao retrato. Enfim, satisfeito com o verdadeiro segredo de seu&amp;nbsp;efeito, caí de costas na cama. Descobrira o feitiço do quadro numa absoluta naturalidade de expressão, a qual&amp;nbsp;primeiro espantou-me e por fim confundiu-me, dominou-me e aterrorizou-me. Com profundo e reverente temor,&amp;nbsp;recoloquei o candelabro em sua posição anterior. Sendo a causa de minha profunda agitação colocada assim&amp;nbsp;fora de vista, busquei avidamente o volume que tratava das pinturas e suas histórias. Dirigindo-me ao número&amp;nbsp;que designava o retrato oval, li as vagas e singulares palavras que se seguem:&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQJqay8jgVI/AAAAAAAAAkA/kli6XIsgw4M/s1600/open-book.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="204" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQJqay8jgVI/AAAAAAAAAkA/kli6XIsgw4M/s320/open-book.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Era uma donzela de raríssima beleza, não mais encantadora do que cheia de alegria. Má foi a hora em&lt;br /&gt;que viu, amou e desposou o pintor. Ele, apaixonado, estudioso, austero, e tendo já na sua Arte uma esposa; ela,&amp;nbsp;uma donzela de raríssima beleza, não mais encantadora do que cheia de alegria; toda luz e sorrisos, e travessa como uma corça nova; amando e acarinhando todas as coisas; odiando apenas a Arte, sua rival; temendo só a&amp;nbsp;paleta, os pincéis e outros desfavoráveis instrumentos que a privavam do rosto de seu amado. Era, portanto,&amp;nbsp;uma coisa terrível para essa dama ouvir o pintor falar de seu desejo de retratar justo sua jovem esposa. No&amp;nbsp;entanto, ela era humilde e obediente, e posou submissa por muitas semanas na escura e alta câmara do torreão,&amp;nbsp;onde a luz caía somente do teto sobre a pálida tela. Mas ele, o pintor, glorificava-se com sua obra, que&amp;nbsp;continuava de hora a hora, dia a dia. E era um homem apaixonado, impetuoso e taciturno, que se perdia em&amp;nbsp;devaneios; de maneira que não queria ver que a luz &amp;nbsp;espectral que caía naquele torreão isolado debilitava a&amp;nbsp;saúde e a vivacidade de sua esposa, que definhava visivelmente para todos, exceto para ele. Contudo, ela&amp;nbsp;continuava a sorrir imóvel, docilmente, porque viu que o pintor (que tinha grande renome) adquiriu um fervoroso&amp;nbsp;e ardente prazer em sua tarefa, e trabalhava dia e noite para pintar a que tanto o amava, aquela que a cada dia&amp;nbsp;ficava mais desalentada e fraca. E, em verdade, alguns que viam o retrato falavam, em voz baixa, de sua&amp;nbsp;semelhança como de uma poderosa maravilha, e uma prova não só da força do pintor como de seu profundo&amp;nbsp;amor pela qual ele pintava tão insuperavelmente bem. Finalmente, como o trabalho aproximava-se de sua&amp;nbsp;conclusão, ninguém mais foi admitido no torreão, pois o pintor enlouquecera com o ardor de sua obra, raramente&amp;nbsp;desviando os olhos da tela, mesmo para olhar o rosto de sua esposa. Não queria ver que as tintas que&amp;nbsp;espalhava na tela eram tiradas das faces da que posava junto a ele. E quando muitas semanas nocivas&amp;nbsp;passaram e pouco restava a fazer, salvo uma pincelada na boca e um tom nos olhos, o espírito da dama&amp;nbsp;novamente bruxuleou como a chama de uma lanterna. Então, a pincelada foi dada e o tom aplicado, e, por um&amp;nbsp;momento, o pintor deteve-se extasiado diante da obra em que trabalhara. Porém, em seguida, enquanto ainda&amp;nbsp;contemplava-a, ficou trêmulo, muito pálido e espantado, exclamando em voz alta: ‘Isto é de fato a própria Vida!’&lt;br /&gt;Voltou-se repentinamente para olhar sua amada: estava morta!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQJqkwGL9JI/AAAAAAAAAkE/4w_s5PfCzBw/s1600/lagrimas+de+sangue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQJqkwGL9JI/AAAAAAAAAkE/4w_s5PfCzBw/s320/lagrimas+de+sangue.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/7366539189209233215-7057357724213391493?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/7057357724213391493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-retrato-oval-edgar-allan-poe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/7057357724213391493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/7057357724213391493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-retrato-oval-edgar-allan-poe.html' title='O RETRATO OVAL - Edgar Allan Poe'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQJplDKBl1I/AAAAAAAAAj0/VWb510Q8_nI/s72-c/retrato_oval_editada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-4628136076116582317</id><published>2010-12-10T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T09:30:51.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets...</title><content type='html'>Todos tem um segredo.. De alguns é o medo ou fobia por certas coisas.. Outros segredos são aqueles que podem ser compartilhados. O meu segredo é: se eu disser não será mais segredo ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porém, tenho uma sugestão, que é quase um segredo para muitos. Quer conhecer alguém novo? Que realmente gostara de você pelo seu jeito de pensar e não por sua aparência?&lt;br /&gt;Faça um blog e click em seguir este blog. Escreva, se emocione, divirta-se, brigue, discuta contigo mesmo! Logo terá pessoas te seguindo e comentado sobre os seus pensamentos, e logo, você terá novos amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQJjpQ-VL3I/AAAAAAAAAjs/AZNeddL0ihs/s1600/escrever-homem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQJjpQ-VL3I/AAAAAAAAAjs/AZNeddL0ihs/s320/escrever-homem.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então.. já escreveu seu post hoje para aqueles amigos comentarem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divirta-se escrevendo, é assim que grandes histórias são feitas...E muitas amizades surgem ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQJjucLQBDI/AAAAAAAAAjw/NUxCu321guo/s1600/tamandua-escrevendo-no-livro-51e2f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQJjucLQBDI/AAAAAAAAAjw/NUxCu321guo/s320/tamandua-escrevendo-no-livro-51e2f.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/7366539189209233215-4628136076116582317?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/4628136076116582317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2010/12/secrets.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/4628136076116582317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/4628136076116582317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2010/12/secrets.html' title='Secrets...'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQJjpQ-VL3I/AAAAAAAAAjs/AZNeddL0ihs/s72-c/escrever-homem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-5434559398826984052</id><published>2010-12-10T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T09:08:38.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quer fazer as malas, pegue o que você precisa e vamos desaparecer...</title><content type='html'>Poderia ter dado um outro título para este post. 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letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 13px; text-transform: lowercase;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 13px; text-transform: lowercase;"&gt;aCREDITO QUE SÃO OS SONHOS, POIS FORAM COM ELES QUE SURGIRAM OS MEDOS, E OS MAIS LOUCOS TIVERAM ESTES QUE REVOLUCIONARAM A VIDA COMO NÓS VIVEMOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQJcbk004LI/AAAAAAAAAjk/YUuO1ohD-vU/s1600/OgAAAArBqVfUovPFjBNy2acx2GMj2p7WFQutpQ6-hxGdtRWesHPFZ1fUyFAvA6gyttCI7TlNxYYBJEOk8OOOacKMKNEAm1T1UBNRCnl8DKOGZrcMMC7n95cvbpS1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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line-height: 13px; text-transform: lowercase;"&gt;aGARRE-SE EM UM SONHO, VOE, AVENTURE-SE, DESCUBRA. pORQUE O MUNDO É REALMENTE UM LUGAR MARAVILHOSO, SÓ VOCÊ SONHAR DE OLHOS ABERTOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 13px; text-transform: lowercase;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQJei_i9WvI/AAAAAAAAAjo/B2R_UCggZ4Q/s1600/Sem+t%25C3%25ADtulo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQJei_i9WvI/AAAAAAAAAjo/B2R_UCggZ4Q/s400/Sem+t%25C3%25ADtulo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 13px; text-transform: lowercase;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7f4TItnxVOw?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; font-style: italic; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: inherit; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; font-style: italic; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: inherit; text-transform: none;"&gt;Voce e Eu&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Quer fazer as malas, pouca coisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Pega o que voce precisa e vamos desaparecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Sem deixar vestigios, nós sumiremos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;A lua e as estrelas seguirão nosso carro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;E quando chegarmos ao oceano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Pegaremos um barco até o extremo do mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;E quando as crianças forem grandes o bastante os ensinaremos a voar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Voce e eu juntos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Podemnos fazer qualquer coisa, meu Amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Voce e eu juntos sim, sim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Voce e eu juntos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Podemnos fazer qualquer coisa, meu Amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Voce e eu juntos sim, sim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Voce e eu não estamos amarrados ao chão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Sem cair, mas crescendo como rolar as voltas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Olhos fechados na laje&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Com os olhos fechados nós rodaremos entre as estrelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Nossos braços abertos como o céu, passearemos nesse azul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Até o extremo do mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;E quando as crianças forem grandes o bastante os ensinaremos a voar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Voce e eu juntos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Podemnos fazer qualquer coisa, meu Amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Voce e eu juntos sim, sim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Voce e eu juntos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Podemnos fazer qualquer coisa, meu Amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Voce e eu juntos sim, sim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Voce e eu juntos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Podemnos fazer qualquer coisa, meu Amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Voce e eu juntos sim, sim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Voce e eu juntos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Podemnos fazer qualquer coisa, meu Amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Voce e eu juntos sim, sim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;É tão pequeno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Até chegarmos ao extremo do mundo&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/7366539189209233215-5434559398826984052?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/5434559398826984052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2010/12/quer-fazer-as-malas-pegue-o-que-voce.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/5434559398826984052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/5434559398826984052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2010/12/quer-fazer-as-malas-pegue-o-que-voce.html' title='Quer fazer as malas, pegue o que você precisa e vamos desaparecer...'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TQJcWgE7IHI/AAAAAAAAAjg/M_MQxFYsal4/s72-c/OgAAACDKzv9CRXdMCCx9vH_tOhRqSzLjBN11KTyxn0mzlOqbbRuqS-YrBzFRNu_oZURz7SnAo5C8LGIcwUNKkatRkMMAm1T1UK5mc8Uw1czVMixo83369eukLqb8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-5128311392903534621</id><published>2010-12-06T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T15:29:35.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falando sobre livros...</title><content type='html'>Não há nada mais emocionante para seus pais do que ver seus filhos lendo realmente um livro, (os adolescentes de plantão devem estar rindo e concordando da afirmação ), mas eles sempre pedem para ler livros que a escola proporcionam. Um jeito de escapar de tal situação é ler um livro que é tanto didático, quanto lazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se quiser comprar um livro barato sem sair de casa, a minha dica é:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.estantevirtual.com.br/"&gt;http://www.estantevirtual.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque é horrível ler textos enormes e por vezes, cansativos na frente do computador.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para as aulas de história sobre a 2° guerra mundial, Hitler, e todo o apartheid (que para a maior parte dos americanos nunca existiu, o que é uma pena eles não assumirem o próprio erro), eu sugiro o livro "A menina que roubava livros-&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Markus Zusak&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TP1s-hqlNAI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/gCqjpx62e34/s1600/3007641971_557021378f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TP1s-hqlNAI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/gCqjpx62e34/s320/3007641971_557021378f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;É uma história sobre uma órfão chamada&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Liesel Meminger; porém, toda história é contada pela sua "amiga" invisível por muitos, mas sentida por todos em uma certa etapa da vida. Digo "amiga" porque em toda sua trajetória, ela está por perto, sempre cuidando, até se preocupando em alguns momentos com ela. Esta tal criatura é a morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TP1uu0iVXUI/AAAAAAAAAjU/rZ3t_KehnkY/s1600/4250207311_a7ba884811_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TP1uu0iVXUI/AAAAAAAAAjU/rZ3t_KehnkY/s1600/4250207311_a7ba884811_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Liesel Meminger, perde o irmão no trem o qual sua mãe os colocou para encontrar um lar em uma família alemã, encontra pela primeira vez a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;narradora, depois mais duas vezes entre os anos de 1939 e 1943.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;A história é tanto triste, quanto romântica e sempre tem um clima de suspense em torno de todo o livro, tanto no começo ao final da história. Conta história do império de Hitler e como os judeus eram tratados nesta época. Você ri, chora, se surpreende e se emociona junto com esta garotinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Um livro para se dar bem tanto nas aulas de filosofia, redação, mas também já na faculdade de direito é com o livro "O mundo de Sofia -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;ostein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Gaarder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TP1vzr4d3mI/AAAAAAAAAjY/TWDDUy9_-jg/s1600/livro-o-mundo-de-sofia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TP1vzr4d3mI/AAAAAAAAAjY/TWDDUy9_-jg/s320/livro-o-mundo-de-sofia.jpg" width="219" /&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: left;"&gt;Inclusive eu (que não sou a devoradora de livros) gostei desse, mesmo sendo meio longo (547 páginas). Conta a seguinte história: (retirados do site:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://figurado.wordpress.com/2009/12/11/o-mundo-de-sofia/"&gt;http://figurado.wordpress.com/2009/12/11/o-mundo-de-sofia/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eventos estranhos interligados ao aniversário próximo de 15 anos e ao aprendizado de Sofia são cenários para este romance didático da história da filosofia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sofia Amundsen recebeu uma estranha carta anônima com a seguinte mensagem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quem é você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ela estranha o fato e tenta responder a pergunta e questiona-se sobre a aparição da carta. No dia seguinte recebe uma segunda carta, escrito:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;De onde vem o mundo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sofia esforça-se para responder esta nova questão e, em paralelo, a anterior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Curiosa, no terceiro dia encontra um cartão-postal destinado a Hilde Knag, porém aos cuidados de Sofia que não conhece Hilde, esta que também fará 15 anos segundo o mesmo cartão-postal misterioso; a cisma de Sofia era que agora possuía 3 enigmas e aquela tal de Hilde que ela nem conhecia, ainda, o cartão-postal misterioso atribuiu a Sofia a tarefa de entregar o presente de aniversário daquela Hilde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quem é Hilde Knag e qual é a ligação com o aniversário de Sofia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;No dia seguinte, após o término da aula, Sofia apressa-se para chegar a casa, esperançada de encontrar mais uma carta. Ela encontra um envelope grande, escrito no verso:&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Curso de filosofia. Maneje com cuidado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O misterioso e didático professor explica em ordem cronológica, a história da filosofia ocidental, citando exemplos de coisas e situações atuais para explicar o pensamento dos filósofos da idade antiga, medieval, renascença, barroco, romantismo até o atual e sustentado pelas afirmações dos filósofos que viveram nesses períodos como: Sócrates, Aristóteles e Copérnico até os contemporâneos como: Marx, Darwin e Freud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O que cada filósofo afirmou e porque fizeram aquelas afirmações?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eventos estranhos e novos cartões-postais remetidos por um major da ONU acontecem nesse ínterim, aumentando o suspense a cada dia que se aproxima o aniversário de Sofia e Hilde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366539189209233215-5128311392903534621?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/5128311392903534621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2010/12/falando-sobre-livros.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/5128311392903534621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/5128311392903534621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2010/12/falando-sobre-livros.html' title='Falando sobre livros...'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TP1s-hqlNAI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/gCqjpx62e34/s72-c/3007641971_557021378f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-2366857893247137529</id><published>2010-12-04T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T15:21:33.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Life</title><content type='html'>Se você pudesse ter uma nova vida ( reencarnação) ao estilo do filme "O céu pode esperar", como você o viveria? Pense bem, você morreria, ai um anjo lhe fala que Deus quer te dar um nova oportunidade, de reviver no corpo de outra pessoa, se lembrando que você é apenas um espírito que encarnou em outra. Lembrando que eu não estou referindo a nenhuma crença ou religião, apenas uma idéia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TPrM1NXFLDI/AAAAAAAAAjI/aYiK7724Jos/s1600/qebt3shddd2223h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TPrM1NXFLDI/AAAAAAAAAjI/aYiK7724Jos/s1600/qebt3shddd2223h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você teria a oportunidade de fazer tudo de novo, porém na maneira certa. Reconquistar o garoto(a) que você não conseguiu antes. Transformar tardes desastrosas em quase um sonho.&lt;br /&gt;Mas será que isto valeria apena?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe o porque muitos anjos querem ser humanos?&lt;br /&gt;Porque nós podemos fazer loucuras, amar e sofrer, chorar e sorrir com o mesmo sentimento, saltar de um prédio para apenas salvar um gatinho, ou um bebê. Pense nisso. Você trocaria isto por um outra vida? que você nem saberá se vai ser melhor? Pode ser pior não?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TPrM9Gb2EpI/AAAAAAAAAjM/2pCZccLGdJg/s1600/Cidade_dos_Anjos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TPrM9Gb2EpI/AAAAAAAAAjM/2pCZccLGdJg/s320/Cidade_dos_Anjos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproveite esta vida ao máximo! Pois muitos gostariam de vive-la, e você esta deixando isto fácil para os parasitas de plantão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5pwEpLB5mYg?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366539189209233215-2366857893247137529?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/2366857893247137529/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2010/12/next-life.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/2366857893247137529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/2366857893247137529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2010/12/next-life.html' title='Next Life'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TPrM1NXFLDI/AAAAAAAAAjI/aYiK7724Jos/s72-c/qebt3shddd2223h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-3080210349815313423</id><published>2010-12-04T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T14:34:37.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma terapia gratuíta</title><content type='html'>Você já não sabe o que fazer? Quer ir para rua mas não tem a menor idéia de onde ir?&lt;br /&gt;Então siga os seguintes passos:&lt;br /&gt;1°- olhe em volta do seu quarto, encontrou aquele velho álbum de fotografias da época ou atual escola? ABRA! ELE NÃO SÓ SERVE PARA ENCOSTO DE PORTA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TPq_XgixhBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_GCQ0YI1RjY/s1600/collage6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TPq_XgixhBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_GCQ0YI1RjY/s320/collage6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2°- encontre um travesseiro bem confortável, e jogue no chão do quarto. Sério, é melhor canto depois de sua cama, porque se você for para cama, você dorme. Acredite! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TPq_lqOcDFI/AAAAAAAAAi0/jXtiZWGtQJY/s1600/IS716-023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TPq_lqOcDFI/AAAAAAAAAi0/jXtiZWGtQJY/s320/IS716-023.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3°- folhei, aprecie, reviva pelas fotos os momentos que você passou com seus amigos.&lt;br /&gt;4°- pegue sua agenda telefônica e seu telefone e ligue para eles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TPq_zi4nmXI/AAAAAAAAAi4/srpS76cwKxQ/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TPq_zi4nmXI/AAAAAAAAAi4/srpS76cwKxQ/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5°- combine de ir ao parque, depois vão ao shopping, balada, ou outro lugar, mas antes, não abra mão do tereé, porque é um reencontro de amigos, dos verdadeiros amigos, nada melhor do que jogar fora conversa primeiro e depois se divertir com eles ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TPrB4pf_GNI/AAAAAAAAAjE/fQvNuQVn-Mg/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TPrB4pf_GNI/AAAAAAAAAjE/fQvNuQVn-Mg/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" width="174" /&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;br /&gt;Seje feliz, não abandone os amigos, um dia você sentira falta deles, e eles são os primeiros a estarem a prontidão por ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TPq--Z8CbnI/AAAAAAAAAis/MBN2_DfDLIE/s1600/amigos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TPq--Z8CbnI/AAAAAAAAAis/MBN2_DfDLIE/s320/amigos.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/7366539189209233215-3080210349815313423?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/3080210349815313423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2010/12/uma-terapia-gratuita.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/3080210349815313423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/3080210349815313423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2010/12/uma-terapia-gratuita.html' title='Uma terapia gratuíta'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TPq_XgixhBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_GCQ0YI1RjY/s72-c/collage6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-5656305810924483468</id><published>2010-12-02T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T07:26:08.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Novo Começo</title><content type='html'>Os dias se passam, mas só os sinto pelo tom do clima e as luzes se acendendo e apagando. Me disseram que eu faço textos muito depressivos, mas um dia minha professora de redação disse que é mais fácil falar das coisas ruins do que das boas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TPe6SYY26CI/AAAAAAAAAio/atFZDHjMxaI/s1600/AA59B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TPe6SYY26CI/AAAAAAAAAio/atFZDHjMxaI/s320/AA59B.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minhas palavras em um texto pode até se repetir, mas daria tudo para repetir um dia o qual eu me senti segura, feliz, ou até mesmo &amp;nbsp;fazendo um simples desenho para presentear o namorado; mesmo ele não ligar mais para ele do mesmo modo do começo. Ao menos eu fiquei feliz e considero que a felicidade foi mútua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo estarei realizando um evento o qual eu provavelmente vou querer repeti-lo. Verei jogos de luzes e fumaças, fleches de câmeras, e todos comentando da roupa dos apresentados. Formandos são chamados, eu sou chamada, nervosismo aumenta, mas eu irei suportar, porque meu namorado, ali sentado diante a mim e os formandos, com nossos convidados me disse: Aguente firme, é apenas um novo começo e tudo ficara bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TPe6IWEpGOI/AAAAAAAAAik/RG8qAQ51DZ8/s1600/celebracao-formatura.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TPe6IWEpGOI/AAAAAAAAAik/RG8qAQ51DZ8/s320/celebracao-formatura.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/7366539189209233215-5656305810924483468?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/5656305810924483468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2010/12/novo-comeco.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/5656305810924483468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/5656305810924483468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2010/12/novo-comeco.html' title='Novo Começo'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TPe6SYY26CI/AAAAAAAAAio/atFZDHjMxaI/s72-c/AA59B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-1907797033627799666</id><published>2010-11-27T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T14:19:17.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhos Famintos</title><content type='html'>Não importa aonde você vá, olhe para o lado. Olhou? Agora olhe para baixo, estes olhos famintos pedem um pouco de caridade. Crianças são as mais prejudicadas pela falta de comida. Porque não vemos tanto adultos? Porque essas crianças não conceguiram crescer, não conceguiram ter uma vida. Os olhos do povo estão vendado, mas as dessas almas, só vêem um único pedido: Um pouco de comida senhor? Elas nem precisam falar, seus olhos falam por si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TPGDLlq2q0I/AAAAAAAAAiY/0ddf_Y8oFKU/s1600/cego+surdo+e+mudo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TPGDLlq2q0I/AAAAAAAAAiY/0ddf_Y8oFKU/s320/cego+surdo+e+mudo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou do tempo em que existia caridade sem maldade no olhar (observação importante: tenho 19 anos!!), fui ensinada a doar, ajudar ao próximo, PRINCIPALMENTE as crianças. Pois eu poderia ter sido como elas,&amp;nbsp; sem esperança para um outro dia, sem experança para um novo amanhã, desejando a morte do que ver o sofrimento e a fome em si e nos seus familiares próximos.&lt;br /&gt;Não preciso ir para a Costa do Marfim, Africa Central, Ruanda, Guiné entre outros, olho para os lados ao atravessar as ruas, e só vejo estes olhos famintos em minha volta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pense nisso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366539189209233215-1907797033627799666?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/1907797033627799666/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2010/11/olhos-famintos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/1907797033627799666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/1907797033627799666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2010/11/olhos-famintos.html' title='Olhos Famintos'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TPGDLlq2q0I/AAAAAAAAAiY/0ddf_Y8oFKU/s72-c/cego+surdo+e+mudo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-3843281491244348870</id><published>2010-11-16T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T07:46:39.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Palhaça também quer palco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Pessoas que gostam de fazer festas, se aparecer diante a mídia, fazem de tudo para conseguir seu espaço diante da televisão, outros que já tiveram seu espaço, tentam a política (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Francisco Everardo Oliveira Silva, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Tiririca"). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Alguns opitam por um jeito mais fácil, porém para muitos é o mais humilhante, como o caso de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Geisy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Arruda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TOLuWnjWZOI/AAAAAAAAAfA/R7EG4vpfXW8/s1600/palha%25C3%25A7o1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TOLuWnjWZOI/AAAAAAAAAfA/R7EG4vpfXW8/s320/palha%25C3%25A7o1.jpg" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Vivemos em uma sociedade onde se tem os seguintes fatos:&amp;nbsp;Igreja deve se vestir com roupas adequadas a aquela igreja; em casa com os pais e familiares, tem sua roupa adequada a situação; escola, dependendo das regras que em cada uma opõe, tem seu uniforme; faculdade, não importa a qual (a não ser aquelas para formar garotas em prostitutas), não deve ir de biquini, pijama, ou um vestido tão curto só para mostrar o que tem por baixo dele, ou o que não tem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Geisy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Arruda era uma estudante de turismo da&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Uniban, que apesar de todo seu choro perante toda faculdade e por todo o Brasil, ainda resolveu posar para playboy, só que sem seu mini vestido cor de rosa. O seu vestido não era tão polêmico, mas sim o fato de que ela poderia ter combinado com as amigas e outros para provocar tal tumulto, mas não esperava tanto, criando seu picadeiro diante todos na televisão. O que faltava mesmo era ela ter tirado a sandálias e feito malabarismo com elas, seu palco estava montado e sua reputação de palhaça só estava começando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TOLubDl18AI/AAAAAAAAAfE/0Njw1Gq90Ew/s1600/6047662c8faa2c3f258982400d4a48c1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TOLubDl18AI/AAAAAAAAAfE/0Njw1Gq90Ew/s320/6047662c8faa2c3f258982400d4a48c1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ela queria seus quinze minutos de fama, mas vamos falar a verdade; como alguém com juízo em querer ser uma profissional um dia vai querer seu sucesso usando um mini vestido para que os homens ficarem passando a mão, ou ficar falando como vulgar ela é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Acredito que um jovem o qual quer uma carreira de sucesso, com todo o respeito o qual merece, não iria para a faculdade, fazer um curso em um traje inadequado para a situação. Se tem dúvidas de como ser sexy, porém adequado a situação, procure assistir programas de moda como: Esquadrão da Moda, Temporada de moda - Capricho, leia revistas de moda. Não importa se é extrangeiro ou não, apenas não cometa essa gafe para depois ser considerada como apenas mais uma palhaça querendo montar seu circo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Christiane Arzamendia S.&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/7366539189209233215-3843281491244348870?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/3843281491244348870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2010/11/palhaca-tambem-quer-palco.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/3843281491244348870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/3843281491244348870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2010/11/palhaca-tambem-quer-palco.html' title='Palhaça também quer palco'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TOLuWnjWZOI/AAAAAAAAAfA/R7EG4vpfXW8/s72-c/palha%25C3%25A7o1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366539189209233215.post-865160943084270637</id><published>2010-11-15T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T10:18:36.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procura da Felicidade</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Muitas das vezes nos perguntamos o porque não podemos pular certas etapas da vida para chegarmos ao nosso verdadeiro interesse: dignidade perante a sociedade, todos os desejos realizados, chegando até o nirvana. Porém, para se obter tais fatos é necessário o chamado trabalhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TOE2ge3QGOI/AAAAAAAAAe0/BLpofdkVqo0/s1600/Menina-debrucada-escrevendo-num-caderno.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TOE2ge3QGOI/AAAAAAAAAe0/BLpofdkVqo0/s320/Menina-debrucada-escrevendo-num-caderno.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Após o nascimento, os pais querem o melhor para o futuro de seus filhos. Nesta selva de concreto, realizamos não apenas o sonho de nossos pais, mas também uma parte do nosso. Batemos de frente com pessoas as quais nos tratam como robôs, programados para muito trabalho e sem remuneração esperada. Nos tornando escravos da sociedade a procura do respeito e dignidade esperada por muitos.&lt;br /&gt;Cientistas alegam ter criado diversas formas para nos "livrarmos" da rigidez do trabalho, pois a preguiça é a mãe do desenvolvimento. Mas ao escolhermos o método mais fácil, fica difícil a sociedade entender que isto foi grandioso, perdendo assim, o respeito de muitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TOF5SOo3T2I/AAAAAAAAAe4/nHc0tctzE-E/s1600/barack-obama-21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TOF5SOo3T2I/AAAAAAAAAe4/nHc0tctzE-E/s320/barack-obama-21.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Procura da dignidade é igual a passar de ano escolar, seus pais o pressionam para estudar e obter boas notas no ENEM por exemplo, ou em uma prova escolar. Aqueles que optam por um jeito mais fácil, fazem um lembrete do conteúdo em suas carteiras, ao professor ver tal ato, ele perde respeito e a dignidade com ele.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A real forma de se obter o respeito de muitos é fazer por merecer. O presidente dos Estados Unidos, Barack Obama, conquistou não só o país, mas também o mundo, trabalhando em sua busca pela felicidade. Mesmo sendo negro, e com pessoas o julgando por isto, ele conseguiu construir seu império de poder com dignidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A busca pela felicidade é fácil de se encontrar; mas a do respeito e dignidade, é achada por olhos que enxergam &amp;nbsp;além do exposto a sua frente. Dignos são aqueles os quais não param de lutar pelo que desejam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Christiane Arzamendia S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366539189209233215-865160943084270637?l=sem-rotulos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/feeds/865160943084270637/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2010/11/procura-da-felicidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/865160943084270637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7366539189209233215/posts/default/865160943084270637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-rotulos.blogspot.com/2010/11/procura-da-felicidade.html' title='Procura da Felicidade'/><author><name>Christiane Arzamendia S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154883156582944953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TofMFvyceQ/TWsDeeLnj9I/AAAAAAAAAns/ukZwX4Rci0M/s220/179997_1541438216657_1255980533_1188730_695005_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bYL7OfggX74/TOE2ge3QGOI/AAAAAAAAAe0/BLpofdkVqo0/s72-c/Menina-debrucada-escrevendo-num-caderno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
