<?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-2924503915759092948</id><updated>2012-02-12T15:17:32.440-02:00</updated><category term='início'/><title type='text'>Ao Avesso!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michelly de Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068181515507447873</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/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLF9WFTqXjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro-GL6ljA3w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924503915759092948.post-4625516652437552643</id><published>2009-05-21T12:38:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T12:43:38.034-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O vento é o mesmo, mas a sua resposta é diferente em cada folha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/ShV16hlAbgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/00rPRiwSTN8/s1600-h/dentro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338302581624040962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/ShV16hlAbgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/00rPRiwSTN8/s320/dentro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eu sou feita de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sonhos interrompidos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;detalhes despercebidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sou feita de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Choros sem ter razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pessoas no coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;atos por impulsão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sinto falta de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lugares que não conheci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;experiências que não vivi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;momentos que já esqueci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eu sou Amor e carinho constante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Já tive noites mal dormidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;perdi pessoas muito queridas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cumpri coisas não-prometidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Muitas vezes eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Desisti sem mesmo tentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sorri para não chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eu sinto pelas coisas que não mudei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;amizades que não cultivei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;aqueles que eu julguei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;coisas que eu falei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tenho saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;De pessoas que fui conhecendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lembranças que fui esquecendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;amigos que acabei perdendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mas continuo vivendo e aprendendo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924503915759092948-4625516652437552643?l=michellydepaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/4625516652437552643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/4625516652437552643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-vento-e-o-mesmo-mas-sua-resposta-e.html' title='O vento é o mesmo, mas a sua resposta é diferente em cada folha.'/><author><name>Michelly de Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068181515507447873</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/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLF9WFTqXjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro-GL6ljA3w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/ShV16hlAbgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/00rPRiwSTN8/s72-c/dentro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924503915759092948.post-6013843238377231932</id><published>2009-05-14T22:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:29:03.252-03:00</updated><title type='text'>5 coisas que eu aprendi com o lápis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SgzEuAw-m3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/mJH7X9E7owo/s1600-h/sixth-sense3.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335855953285651314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SgzEuAw-m3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/mJH7X9E7owo/s320/sixth-sense3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;° : Você pode fazer grandes coisas, mas não deve esquecer nunca que existe uma mão que guia seus passos. Esta mão nós chamamos de Deus, e Ele deve sempre conduzi-lo em direção à Sua vontade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2° : De vez em quando eu preciso parar o que estou escrevendo e usar o apontador. Isso faz com que o lápis sofra um pouco, mas no final, ele está mais afiado. Portanto, saiba suportar algumas dores, porque elas o farão ser uma pessoa melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3° : O lápis sempre permite que usemos uma borracha para apagar aquilo que estava errado. Entenda que corrigir uma coisa que fizemos não é necessariamente algo mau, mas algo importante para nos manter no caminho da justiça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4° : O que realmente importa no lápis não é a madeira ou sua forma exterior, mas o grafite que está dentro. Portanto, sempre cuide daquilo que acontece dentro de você!E Finalmente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5° : O Lápis sempre deixa uma marca. Da mesma maneira, saiba que tudo que você fizer na vida, irá deixar traços...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924503915759092948-6013843238377231932?l=michellydepaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/6013843238377231932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/6013843238377231932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-coisas-que-eu-aprendi-com-o-lapis.html' title='5 coisas que eu aprendi com o lápis!'/><author><name>Michelly de Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068181515507447873</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/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLF9WFTqXjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro-GL6ljA3w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SgzEuAw-m3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/mJH7X9E7owo/s72-c/sixth-sense3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924503915759092948.post-1588041698359861619</id><published>2009-05-07T22:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:23:45.314-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nossa força cresce da nossa fraqueza.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SgOJJIrTFNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/92SyKvbXcUs/s1600-h/tir4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333257173777716434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 67px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SgOJJIrTFNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/92SyKvbXcUs/s320/tir4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Não importa onde voce parou...Em que momento da vida você cansou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;O que importa é que sempre é possível e necessário "recomeçar",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Recomeçar é dar uma nova chance a si mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;É renovar as esperanças em si mesmo e, o mais importante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Acreditar em você de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sofreu muito nesse período? Foi aprendizado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Chorou muito?Foi limpeza da alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ficou com raiva das pessoas?  Foi para perdoá-las um dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sentiu-se só por diversas vezes?É porque fechastes a porta até para os anjos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Acreditou em tudo que estava perdido?Era o início de tua melhora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Onde você quer chegar?Ir alto?Sonhe alto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Queira o melhor do melhor...Se pensarmos pequeno...Coisas pequenas teremos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Mas se desejarmos fortemente o melhor e Principalmente lutarmos pelo melhor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;O melhor vai se instalar em nossa vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Porque sou do tamanho daquilo que vejo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;e não do tamanho da minha altura." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924503915759092948-1588041698359861619?l=michellydepaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/1588041698359861619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/1588041698359861619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/2009/05/nossa-forca-cresce-da-nossa-fraqueza.html' title='Nossa força cresce da nossa fraqueza.'/><author><name>Michelly de Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068181515507447873</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/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLF9WFTqXjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro-GL6ljA3w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SgOJJIrTFNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/92SyKvbXcUs/s72-c/tir4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924503915759092948.post-1409711277324821083</id><published>2009-03-24T22:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:47:15.199-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/ScmLX11YXQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/I7Y-0tOMWRI/s1600-h/arte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316934076791807234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/ScmLX11YXQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/I7Y-0tOMWRI/s320/arte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Provavelmente você está lendo a coluna sozinho. É difícil ler com alguém ao nosso lado, não é mesmo? Às vezes, ficar sozinho é bom. Dessa maneira, somos nós mesmos; não é preciso provar ou ensinar algo às pessoas. É possível rever quem somos de verdade. Isto acontece geralmente no período de férias. Portanto, aproveite para encontrar sua verdadeira identidade. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lute por si mesmo; não espere por heróis. Ninguém, ninguém mesmo, pode mudar seu mundo. Desapegue-se de conceitos como "tentar enganar alguém para se dar bem na vida" ou algo parecido. Não é assim que as coisas funcionam; não é manipulando as pessoas que se vence. Não fique pedindo à vida, passe a dar algo para receber em troca. Diga "sim" a todas as possibilidades, sejam elas pequenas ou grandes. Não fique procurando a solução nas outras pessoas, mas em você mesmo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O bem tem que triunfar, esta é a verdade. O mal por si mesmo se destrói. Se você está desanimado porque as coisas estão difíceis, tenho certeza que isto acontece porque está mentindo para si mesmo. Por isso, reveja o que anda fazendo da sua vida; isto faz a diferença; assim, ela deixará de ser dor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confie na sua verdade (ou intuição se desejar). Não existe mentira sem mágoa, sempre alguém sai perdendo. Seja verdadeiro no seu relacionamento, com sua família, com seus AMIGOS e no trabalho. Tenha plena convicção de que vencerá. Assuma o controle e a responsabilidade da sua vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ouse! Os resultados são ótimos quando ousamos. Portanto, lute pelo que deseja, respeitando a si mesmo e os outros. Deixe as armas de lado, brigar o tempo inteiro cansa muito.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Problemas existem não só na sua vida, mas na vida de todos. Você nasceu só, vive da mesma maneira e morrerá sozinho. Não existe ninguém que possa entrar dentro de você para acompanhá-lo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toda pessoa deve empreender sua jornada pessoal e provavelmente ficará aterrorizada pelo sentimento de abandono e solidão, mas a recompensa é o verdadeiro sentido da comunhão com nós mesmos e com os outros, iguais ou diferentes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Errar ou acertar, isto é o que menos importa. O melhor nesta trajetória é estar inteiro e verdadeiro, com um leque muito maior de escolhas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924503915759092948-1409711277324821083?l=michellydepaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/1409711277324821083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/1409711277324821083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/2009/03/provavelmente-voce-esta-lendo-coluna.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelly de Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068181515507447873</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/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLF9WFTqXjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro-GL6ljA3w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/ScmLX11YXQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/I7Y-0tOMWRI/s72-c/arte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924503915759092948.post-6965531553447278385</id><published>2009-03-14T13:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T13:07:57.622-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SbvVWDmAzkI/AAAAAAAAAF0/TQjcrKWC4xg/s1600-h/TheTrickyHeart2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313074760312213058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SbvVWDmAzkI/AAAAAAAAAF0/TQjcrKWC4xg/s320/TheTrickyHeart2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;NINGUÉM É DONO DA SUA FELICIDADE, POR ISSO NÃO ENTREGUE A SUA ALEGRIA, A SUA PAZ, A SUA VIDA NAS MÃOS DE NINGUÉM, ABSOLUTAMENTE NINGUÉM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;SOMOS LIVRES, NÃO PERTENCEMOS A NINGUÉM E NÃO PODEMOS QUERER SER DONOS DOS DESEJOS, DA VONTADE OU DOS SONHOS DE QUEM QUER QUE SEJA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A RAZÃO DE SER DA SUA VIDA É VOCÊ MESMO. A SUA PAZ INTERIOR DEVE SER A SUA META DE VIDA... PARE DE PROCURAR A SUA FELICIDADE CADA DIA MAIS LONGE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;NÃO TENHA OBJETIVOS LONGE DEMAIS DAS SUAS MÃOS, ABRACE AQUELES QUE ESTÃO AO SEU ALCANCE HOJE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;SE ESTÁ DESESPERADO DEVIDO A PROBLEMAS FINANCEIROS, AMOROSOS OU DE RELACIONAMENTOS FAMILIARES, BUSQUE NO SEU INTERIOR A RESPOSTA PARA SE ACALMAR, VOCÊ É REFLEXO DO QUE PENSA DIARIAMENTE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;PARE DE PENSAR MAL DE SI MESMO, E SEJA O SEU PRÓPRIO MELHOR AMIGO, SEMPRE... ABRA UM SORRISO PARA O MUNDO, QUE TEM O MELHOR PARA LHE OFERECER. COM UM SORRISO VOCÊ ABRE PORTAS E SE AFIRMA... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;TRABALHE, TRABALHE MUITO A SEU FAVOR. PARE DE ESPERAR QUE A FELICIDADE CHEGUE SEM TRABALHO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;PARE DE EXIGIR DAS PESSOAS AQUILO QUE NEM VOCÊ CONQUISTOU AINDA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;AGRADEÇA TUDO QUE ESTÁ NA SUA VIDA, NESTE MOMENTO, INCLUINDO A DOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A NOSSA COMPREENSÃO DO UNIVERSO AINDA É MUITO PEQUENA, PARA JULGAR O QUE QUER QUE SEJA NA NOSSA VIDA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ninguém é dono da sua felicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Roberto Gaefke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924503915759092948-6965531553447278385?l=michellydepaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/feeds/6965531553447278385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924503915759092948&amp;postID=6965531553447278385' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/6965531553447278385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/6965531553447278385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/2009/03/ninguem-e-dono-da-sua-felicidade-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelly de Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068181515507447873</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/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLF9WFTqXjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro-GL6ljA3w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SbvVWDmAzkI/AAAAAAAAAF0/TQjcrKWC4xg/s72-c/TheTrickyHeart2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924503915759092948.post-1250853330397854052</id><published>2009-02-18T22:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:05:17.300-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SZy9arwMBkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2SutNn748H0/s1600-h/borboletas+no+estomago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304322727254689346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SZy9arwMBkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2SutNn748H0/s320/borboletas+no+estomago.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que Deus não permita que eu perca o ROMANTISMO, mesmo eu sabendo que as rosas não falam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que eu não perca o OTIMISMO, mesmo sabendo que o futuro que nos espera não é assim tão alegre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que eu não perca a vontade de VIVER, mesmo sabendo que a vida é, em muitos momentos, dolorosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que eu não perca a vontade de ter grandes AMIGOS, mesmo sabendo que, com as voltas do mundo, eles acabam indo embora de nossas vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que eu não perca a vontade de AJUDAR as pessoas, mesmo sabendo que muitas delas são incapazes de ver, reconhecer e retribuir esta ajuda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que eu não perca o EQUILÍBRIO, mesmo sabendo que inúmeras forças querem que eu caia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que eu não perca a VONTADE de amar, mesmo sabendo que a pessoa que eu mais amo, pode não sentir o mesmo sentimento por mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que eu não perca a LUZ e o BRILHO no olhar, mesmo sabendo que muitas coisas que verei no mundo, escurecerão meus olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que eu não perca a GARRA, mesmo sabendo que a derrota e a perda são dois adversários extremamente perigosos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que eu não perca a RAZÃO, mesmo sabendo que as tentações da vida são inúmeras e deliciosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que eu não perca o sentimento de JUSTIÇA, mesmo sabendo que o prejudicado possa ser eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que eu não perca o meu forte ABRAÇO, mesmo sabendo que um dia meus braços estarão fracos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que eu não perca a BELEZA e a ALEGRIA de ver, mesmo sabendo que muitas lágrimas brotarão dos meus olhos e escorrerão por minha alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que eu não perca o AMOR por minha família, mesmo sabendo que ela muitas vezes me exigiria esforços incríveis para manter a sua harmonia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que eu não perca a vontade de doar este enorme AMOR que existe em meu coração, mesmo sabendo que muitas vezes ele será submetido e até rejeitado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que eu não perca a vontade de ser GRANDE, mesmo sabendo que o mundo é pequeno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; E acima de tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que eu jamais me esqueça que Deus me ama infinitamente, que um pequeno grão de alegria e esperança dentro de cada um é capaz de mudar e transformar qualquer coisa, pois a vida é construída nos sonhos e concretizada no amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;CHICO XAVIER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924503915759092948-1250853330397854052?l=michellydepaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/feeds/1250853330397854052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924503915759092948&amp;postID=1250853330397854052' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/1250853330397854052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/1250853330397854052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/2009/02/que-deus-nao-permita-que-eu-perca-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelly de Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068181515507447873</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/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLF9WFTqXjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro-GL6ljA3w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SZy9arwMBkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2SutNn748H0/s72-c/borboletas+no+estomago.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924503915759092948.post-6184114572085719045</id><published>2009-02-09T12:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:31:36.655-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SZBLj1L3RtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/aDzmuWlARO0/s1600-h/S3020155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300819840359417554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SZBLj1L3RtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/aDzmuWlARO0/s320/S3020155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SENTIR-SE AMADO&lt;br /&gt;Martha Medeiros &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O cara diz que te ama, então tá. Ele te ama. Sua mulher diz que te ama, então assunto encerrado. Você sabe que é amado porque lhe disseram isso, as três palavrinhas mágicas. Mas saber-se amado é uma coisa, sentir-se amado é outra, uma diferença de milhas, um espaço enorme para a angústia instalar-se. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A demonstração de amor requer mais do que beijos, sexo e verbalização, apesar de não sonharmos com outra coisa: se o cara beija, transa e diz que me ama, tenha a santa paciência, vou querer que ele faça pacto de sangue também? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pactos. Acho que é isso. Não de sangue nem de nada que se possa ver e tocar. É um pacto silencioso que tem a força de manter as coisas enraizadas, um pacto de eternidade, mesmo que o destino um dia venha a dividir o caminho dos dois. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentir-se amado é sentir que a pessoa tem interesse real na sua vida, que zela pela sua felicidade, que se preocupa quando as coisas não estão dando certo, que sugere caminhos para melhorar, que coloca-se a postos para ouvir suas dúvidas e que dá uma sacudida em você, caso você esteja delirando. "Não seja tão severa consigo mesma, relaxe um pouco. Vou te trazer um cálice de vinho." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentir-se amado é ver que ela lembra de coisas que você contou dois anos atrás, é vê-la tentar reconciliar você com seu pai, é ver como ela fica triste quando você está triste e como sorri com delicadeza quando diz que você está fazendo uma tempestade em copo d’água. "Lembra que quando eu passei por isso você disse que eu estava dramatizando?" Então, chegou sua vez de simplificar as coisas. "Vem aqui, tira esse sapato."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentem-se amados aqueles que perdoam um ao outro e que não transformam a mágoa em munição na hora da discussão. Sente-se amado aquele que se sente aceito, que se sente bem-vindo, que se sente inteiro. Sente-se amado aquele que tem sua solidão respeitada, aquele que sabe que não existe assunto proibido, que tudo pode ser dito e compreendido. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sente-se amado quem se sente seguro para ser exatamente como é, sem inventar um personagem para a relação, pois personagem nenhum se sustenta muito tempo. Sente-se amado quem não ofega, mas suspira; quem não levanta a voz, mas fala; quem não concorda, mas escuta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora sente-se e escute: eu te amo não diz tudo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924503915759092948-6184114572085719045?l=michellydepaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/feeds/6184114572085719045/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924503915759092948&amp;postID=6184114572085719045' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/6184114572085719045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/6184114572085719045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/2009/02/sentir-se-amado-martha-medeiros-o-cara.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelly de Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068181515507447873</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/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLF9WFTqXjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro-GL6ljA3w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SZBLj1L3RtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/aDzmuWlARO0/s72-c/S3020155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924503915759092948.post-6362047045192396883</id><published>2009-02-03T20:32:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:52:15.011-03:00</updated><title type='text'>2000 e 9!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SYjUsrleIYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/al11NzbjEKk/s1600-h/S3020168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298718825680609666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SYjUsrleIYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/al11NzbjEKk/s320/S3020168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PARA QUE SERVE UMA RELAÇÃO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Drauzio Varella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Uma relação tem que servir para você se sentir 100% à vontade com outra pessoa, à vontade para concordar com ela e discordar dela, para ter sexo sem não-me-toques ou para cair no sono logo após o jantar, pregado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Uma relação tem que servir para você ter com quem ir ao cinema de mãos dadas, para ter alguém que instale o som novo enquanto você prepara uma omelete, para ter alguém com quem viajar para um país distante, para ter alguém com quem ficar em silêncio sem que nenhum dos dois se incomode com isso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Uma relação tem que servir para, às vezes, estimular você a se produzir, e, quase sempre, estimular você a ser do jeito que é, de cara lavada e bonita a seu modo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Uma relação tem que servir para um e outro se sentirem amparados nas suas inquietações, para ensinar a confiar, a respeitar as diferenças que há entre as pessoas, e deve servir para fazer os dois se divertirem demais, mesmo em casa, principalmente em casa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Uma relação tem que servir para cobrir as despesas um do outro num momento de aperto, e cobrir as dores um do outro num momento de melancolia, e cobrirem o corpo um do outro quando o cobertor cair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Uma relação tem que servir para um acompanhar o outro no médico, para um perdoar as fraquezas do outro, para um abrir a garrafa de vinho e para o outro abrir o jogo, e para os dois abrirem-se para o mundo, cientes de que o mundo não se resume aos dois!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924503915759092948-6362047045192396883?l=michellydepaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/feeds/6362047045192396883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924503915759092948&amp;postID=6362047045192396883' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/6362047045192396883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/6362047045192396883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/2009/02/2000-e-9.html' title='2000 e 9!'/><author><name>Michelly de Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068181515507447873</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/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLF9WFTqXjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro-GL6ljA3w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SYjUsrleIYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/al11NzbjEKk/s72-c/S3020168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924503915759092948.post-8162665484868508323</id><published>2008-12-29T20:13:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:53:37.207-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SVlaRk1Sn5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/uGgjBYN2ShE/s1600-h/melU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285354895687458706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SVlaRk1Sn5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/uGgjBYN2ShE/s320/melU.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A mais bela borboleta: black-eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E nada de música, texto ou crônica, apenas uma frase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Na verdade todos irão te machucar, você só tem que decidir por quem vale a pena sofrer!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Feliz 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&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/2924503915759092948-8162665484868508323?l=michellydepaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/feeds/8162665484868508323/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924503915759092948&amp;postID=8162665484868508323' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/8162665484868508323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/8162665484868508323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/2008/12/e-para-fechar-o-ano-mais-bela-borboleta.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelly de Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068181515507447873</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/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLF9WFTqXjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro-GL6ljA3w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SVlaRk1Sn5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/uGgjBYN2ShE/s72-c/melU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924503915759092948.post-3075216770025400775</id><published>2008-12-21T12:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T12:32:53.515-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Translate me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SU5guiG1JgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/BiPiN3ESfes/s1600-h/butter+no+estomago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282265765497873922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SU5guiG1JgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/BiPiN3ESfes/s320/butter+no+estomago.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Eu apenas queria que você soubesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Gonzaguinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Eu apenas queria que você soubesse&lt;br /&gt;Que aquela alegria ainda está comigo&lt;br /&gt;E que a minha ternura não ficou na estrada&lt;br /&gt;Não ficou no tempo presa na poeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Eu apenas queria que você soubesse&lt;br /&gt;Que esta menina hoje é uma mulher&lt;br /&gt;E que esta mulher é uma menina&lt;br /&gt;Que colheu seu fruto flor do seu carinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Eu apenas queria dizer a todo mundo que me gosta&lt;br /&gt;Que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;hoje eu me gosto muito mais&lt;br /&gt;Porque me entendo muito mais também&lt;br /&gt;E que a atitude de recomeçar é todo dia toda hora&lt;br /&gt;É se respeitar na sua força e fé&lt;br /&gt;E se olhar bem fundo até o dedão do pé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Eu apenas queira que você soubesse&lt;br /&gt;Que essa criança brinca nesta roda&lt;br /&gt;E não teme o corte de novas feridas&lt;br /&gt;Pois tem a saúde que aprendeu com a vida...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924503915759092948-3075216770025400775?l=michellydepaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/feeds/3075216770025400775/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924503915759092948&amp;postID=3075216770025400775' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/3075216770025400775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/3075216770025400775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/2008/12/translate-me.html' title='Translate me!'/><author><name>Michelly de Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068181515507447873</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/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLF9WFTqXjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro-GL6ljA3w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SU5guiG1JgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/BiPiN3ESfes/s72-c/butter+no+estomago.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924503915759092948.post-1153060272085169063</id><published>2008-12-05T11:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:03:53.366-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/STlCjKP-7kI/AAAAAAAAAEc/fh82gf0Q8Cg/s1600-h/Borboletas+na+barriga+[1]....jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276321610255494722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/STlCjKP-7kI/AAAAAAAAAEc/fh82gf0Q8Cg/s320/Borboletas%2Bna%2Bbarriga%2B%5B1%5D....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;NO RECREIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Cassia Eller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Quer saber quando te olhei na piscina&lt;br /&gt;Se apoiando com as mãos na borda&lt;br /&gt;Fervendo a água que não era tão fria&lt;br /&gt;E o azulejo se partiu porque a porta&lt;br /&gt;Do nosso amor estava se abrindo&lt;br /&gt;E os pés que irão por esse caminho&lt;br /&gt;Vão terminar no altar, eu só queria me casar&lt;br /&gt;Com alguém igual a você&lt;br /&gt;E alguém igual não há de ter&lt;br /&gt;Então quero mudar de lugar, eu quero estar no lugar&lt;br /&gt;Da sala pra te receber&lt;br /&gt;Na cor do esmalte que você vai escolher&lt;br /&gt;Só para as unhas pintar&lt;br /&gt;Quando é que você vai sacar&lt;br /&gt;Que o vão que fazem suas mãos&lt;br /&gt;É só porque você não está comigo&lt;br /&gt;Só é possível te amar...&lt;br /&gt;Seus pés se espalham em fivela e sandália&lt;br /&gt;E o chão se abre por dois sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;Virão guiando o seu corpo que é praia&lt;br /&gt;De um escândalo charme macio&lt;br /&gt;Que cor terá se derreter?&lt;br /&gt;Que som os lábios vão morder?&lt;br /&gt;Vem me ensinar a falar&lt;br /&gt;Vem me ensinar ter você&lt;br /&gt;Na minha boca agora mora o teu nome&lt;br /&gt;É a vista que os meus olhos querem ter&lt;br /&gt;Sem precisar procurar&lt;br /&gt;Nem descansar e adormecer&lt;br /&gt;Não quero acreditar que vou gastar desse modo a vida&lt;br /&gt;Olhar pro sol só ver janela e cortina&lt;br /&gt;No meu coração fiz um lar&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração é o teu lar&lt;br /&gt;E de que me adianta tanta mobília&lt;br /&gt;Se você não está comigo&lt;br /&gt;Só é possível te amar&lt;br /&gt;Ouve os sinos, amor&lt;br /&gt;Só é possível te amar&lt;br /&gt;Escorre aos litros, o amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924503915759092948-1153060272085169063?l=michellydepaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/feeds/1153060272085169063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924503915759092948&amp;postID=1153060272085169063' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/1153060272085169063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/1153060272085169063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-recreio-cassia-eller-quer-saber.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelly de Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068181515507447873</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/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLF9WFTqXjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro-GL6ljA3w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/STlCjKP-7kI/AAAAAAAAAEc/fh82gf0Q8Cg/s72-c/Borboletas%2Bna%2Bbarriga%2B%5B1%5D....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924503915759092948.post-8208850450994055531</id><published>2008-11-27T20:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T20:30:25.046-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SS8tTLhUcaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xxvpT9-J85Y/s1600-h/borboleta13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273483496207446434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SS8tTLhUcaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xxvpT9-J85Y/s320/borboleta13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;One Drop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(Bob Marley)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Feel it in the one drop;&lt;br /&gt;And well still find time to rap;&lt;br /&gt;Were makin the one stop,&lt;br /&gt;The generation gap;&lt;br /&gt;Now feel this drumbeat&lt;br /&gt;As it beats within,&lt;br /&gt;Playin a riddim,&lt;br /&gt;Resisting against the system, ooh-wee!&lt;br /&gt;I know jahs never let us down;&lt;br /&gt;Pull your rights from wrong&lt;br /&gt;(I know jah would never let us down)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no! oh, no! oh, no!&lt;br /&gt;They made their world so hard (so hard):&lt;br /&gt;Every day we got to keep on fighting (fighting);&lt;br /&gt;They made their world so hard (so hard):&lt;br /&gt;Every day the people are dyin (dying), yeah!&lt;br /&gt;(it dread, dread) for hunger (dread, dread) and starvation&lt;br /&gt;(dread, dread, dread, dread),&lt;br /&gt;Lamentation (dread dread),&lt;br /&gt;But read it in revelation (dread, dread, dread, dread):&lt;br /&gt;Youll find your redemption&lt;br /&gt;And then you give us the teachings of his majesty,&lt;br /&gt;For we no want no devil philosophy;&lt;br /&gt;A you fe give us the teachings of his majesty,&lt;br /&gt;A we no want no devil philosophy:&lt;br /&gt;Feel it in the one drop;&lt;br /&gt;And we still find time to rap;&lt;br /&gt;Were making the one stop,&lt;br /&gt;And we filling the gap:&lt;br /&gt;So feel this drumbeat&lt;br /&gt;As it beats within&lt;br /&gt;Playing a riddim, uh!&lt;br /&gt;Fighting against ism and skism,&lt;br /&gt;Singing: I know jahs never let us down;&lt;br /&gt;Pull your rights from wrong:&lt;br /&gt;I know jahs never let us down.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no! oh, no! oh, no!&lt;br /&gt;They made their world so hard&lt;br /&gt;Every day (we got to keep on fighting), every day;&lt;br /&gt;They made their world so hard&lt;br /&gt;Every day (the people are dying), eh!&lt;br /&gt;(dread, dread, it dread, dread) oh, whoa! make dem a-go on so:&lt;br /&gt;(dread, dread, it dread on dread) ah, whoa!&lt;br /&gt;(dread, dread) Ill walk (it dread, dread)&lt;br /&gt;Ah, whoa! frighten dem, ah whoa!&lt;br /&gt;(dread, dread) ah, whoa! frighten dem, eh!&lt;br /&gt;Give us the teachings of his majesty - with a stick-up!&lt;br /&gt;We no want no devil philosophy. can you hear?&lt;br /&gt;Give us the teachings of his majesty,&lt;br /&gt;For we no want no devil philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;We feel it in the one drop; youre lucky!&lt;br /&gt;For we still got time to rap,&lt;br /&gt;And were making the one stop&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell ya: this generation gap.&lt;br /&gt;So feel this drumbeat;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you what: its beating within&lt;br /&gt;Feel you heart playing a riddim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924503915759092948-8208850450994055531?l=michellydepaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/feeds/8208850450994055531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924503915759092948&amp;postID=8208850450994055531' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/8208850450994055531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/8208850450994055531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-drop-bob-marley-feel-it-in-one-drop.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelly de Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068181515507447873</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/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLF9WFTqXjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro-GL6ljA3w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SS8tTLhUcaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xxvpT9-J85Y/s72-c/borboleta13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924503915759092948.post-7158574429608429515</id><published>2008-11-23T17:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T17:15:00.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SSm4qSG6dkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/VTiKeEocBjY/s1600-h/borboleta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271947875368728130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SSm4qSG6dkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/VTiKeEocBjY/s320/borboleta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;O velho Mestre pediu a um jovem triste que colocasse uma mão cheia de sal em um copo d'água e bebesse.&lt;br /&gt;-'Qual é o gosto?' - perguntou o Mestre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;-'Ruim' - disse o aprendiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;O Mestre sorriu e pediu ao jovem que pegasse outra mão cheia de sal e levasse a um lago. Os dois caminharam em silêncio e o jovem jogou o sal no lago. Então o velho disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;-'Beba um pouco dessa água'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Enquanto a água escorria do queixo do jovem o Mestre perguntou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;-'Qual é o gosto?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;-'Bom!' disse o rapaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;-'Você sente o gosto do sal?' perguntou o Mestre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;-'Não' disse o jovem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;O Mestre então, sentou ao lado do jovem, pegou em suas mãos e disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;'A dor na vida de uma pessoa não muda. Mas o sabor da dor depende&lt;br /&gt;de onde a colocamos. Quando você sentir dor, a única coisa que você deve fazer é aumentar o sentido de tudo o que está a sua volta. É dar mais valor ao que você tem do que ao que você perdeu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Em outras palavras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;É deixar de ser copo para tornar-se um Lago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não há ensinamento mais sábio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924503915759092948-7158574429608429515?l=michellydepaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/feeds/7158574429608429515/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924503915759092948&amp;postID=7158574429608429515' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/7158574429608429515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/7158574429608429515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-velho-mestre-pediu-um-jovem-triste.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelly de Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068181515507447873</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/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLF9WFTqXjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro-GL6ljA3w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SSm4qSG6dkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/VTiKeEocBjY/s72-c/borboleta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924503915759092948.post-1654628478426891825</id><published>2008-11-19T20:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:59:42.638-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SSSnHrSqL2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/VlkhPTtxUhk/s1600-h/borboleta2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270521214252232546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SSSnHrSqL2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/VlkhPTtxUhk/s320/borboleta2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Olha lá quem vem do lado oposto&lt;br /&gt;e vem sem gosto de viver&lt;br /&gt;Olha lá que os bravos são escravos&lt;br /&gt;sãos e salvos de sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Olha lá quem acha que perder&lt;br /&gt;é ser menor na vida&lt;br /&gt;Olha lá quem sempre quer vitória&lt;br /&gt;e perde a glória de chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu que já não quero mais ser um vencedor,&lt;br /&gt;levo a vida devagar pra não faltar amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Olha você e diz que não&lt;br /&gt;vive a esconder o coração&lt;br /&gt;Não faz isso, amigo&lt;br /&gt;Já se sabe que você&lt;br /&gt;só procura abrigo,&lt;br /&gt;mas não deixa ninguém ver&lt;br /&gt;Por que será ?&lt;br /&gt;Eu que á não sou assim&lt;br /&gt;muito de ganhar,&lt;br /&gt;junto às mãos ao meu redor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faço o melhor que sou capaz&lt;br /&gt;só pra viver em paz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;O vencedor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(Los Hermanos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Inspiração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&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/2924503915759092948-1654628478426891825?l=michellydepaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/feeds/1654628478426891825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924503915759092948&amp;postID=1654628478426891825' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/1654628478426891825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/1654628478426891825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/2008/11/olha-l-quem-vem-do-lado-oposto-e-vem.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelly de Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068181515507447873</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/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLF9WFTqXjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro-GL6ljA3w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SSSnHrSqL2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/VlkhPTtxUhk/s72-c/borboleta2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924503915759092948.post-8526235929311724458</id><published>2008-11-15T17:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:58:08.526-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SR8ymOVTalI/AAAAAAAAAD8/RJ4Iu3j4bNo/s1600-h/azuul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268985721310636626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SR8ymOVTalI/AAAAAAAAAD8/RJ4Iu3j4bNo/s320/azuul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eu não vou me adaptar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Nando Reis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eu não caibo mais nas roupas que eu cabia,&lt;br /&gt;Eu não encho mais a casa de alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Os anos se passaram enquanto eu dormia,&lt;br /&gt;E quem eu queria bem me esquecia.&lt;br /&gt;Será que eu falei o que ninguém ouvia?&lt;br /&gt;Será que eu escutei o que ninguém dizia?&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou me adaptar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho mais a cara que eu tinha,&lt;br /&gt;No espelho essa cara já não é minha.&lt;br /&gt;Mas é que quando eu me toquei, achei tão estranho,&lt;br /&gt;A minha barba estava desse tamanho.&lt;br /&gt;Será que eu falei o que ninguém ouvia?&lt;br /&gt;Será que eu escutei o que ninguém dizia?&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou me adaptar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have a nice weekend&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/2924503915759092948-8526235929311724458?l=michellydepaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/feeds/8526235929311724458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924503915759092948&amp;postID=8526235929311724458' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/8526235929311724458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/8526235929311724458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/2008/11/eu-no-vou-me-adaptar-nando-reis-eu-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelly de Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068181515507447873</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/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLF9WFTqXjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro-GL6ljA3w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SR8ymOVTalI/AAAAAAAAAD8/RJ4Iu3j4bNo/s72-c/azuul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924503915759092948.post-7546796175356071601</id><published>2008-11-13T21:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:10:30.808-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SRzBO20VtjI/AAAAAAAAAD0/L92CLYJfudU/s1600-h/bo+r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268298125094008370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SRzBO20VtjI/AAAAAAAAAD0/L92CLYJfudU/s320/bo+r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;O mundo sem as mulheres! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;(Arnaldo Jabor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;O cara faz um esforço danado para ficar rico pra quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;O sujeito quer ficar famoso pra quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;O indivíduo malha, faz exercícios pra quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;A verdade é que é a mulher o objetivo do homem. Tudo que eu quis dizer é que o homem vive em função da mulher. Vivem e pensam em mulher o dia inteiro, a vida inteira. Se a mulher não existisse, o mundo não teria ido pra frente. Homem algum iria fazer alguma coisa na vida para impressionar outro homem, para conquistar sujeito igual a ele, de bigode e tudo. Um mundo só de homens seria o grande erro da criação. Já dizia a velha frase que 'atrás de todo homem bem-sucedido existe uma grande mulher'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;O dito está envelhecido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Hoje eu diria que 'na frente de todo&lt;br /&gt;homem bem-sucedido existe uma grande mulher'.&lt;br /&gt;É você, mulher, quem impulsiona o mundo. É você quem tem o poder, e não o homem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;É você quem decide a compra do apartamento, a cor do carro, o filme a ser visto, o local das férias. Bendita a hora em que você saiu da cozinha (não que isso não seja importante, por que é) e, bem-sucedida, ficou na frente de todos os homens.&lt;br /&gt;E, se você que está lendo isto aqui for um homem, tente imaginar a sua vida sem nenhuma mulher. Aí na sua casa, onde você trabalha, na rua. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Só homens. Já pensou? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Um casamento sem noiva? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Um mundo sem sogras? Enfim, um mundo sem metas.&lt;br /&gt;ALGUNS MOTIVOS PELOS QUAIS OS HOMENS GOSTAM TANTO DE MULHERES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;1- O cheirinho delas é sempre gostoso, mesmo que seja só xampu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;2- O jeitinho que elas têm de sempre encontrar o lugarzinho certo em nosso ombro, nosso peito. 3- A facilidade com a qual cabem em nossos braços. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;4- O jeito que tem de nos beijar e, de repente, fazer o mundo ficar perfeito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;5- Como são encantadoras quando comem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;6- Elas levam horas para se vestir, mas no final vale a pena. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;7- Porque estão sempre quentinhas, mesmo que esteja fazendo trinta graus abaixo de zero lá fora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;8- Como sempre ficam bonitas, mesmo de jeans com camiseta e rabo-de-cavalo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;9- Aquele jeitinho sutil de pedir um elogio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;10- O modo que tem de sempre encontrar a nossa mão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;11- O brilho nos olhos quando sorriem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;12- O jeito que tem de dizer 'Não vamos brigar mais, não..' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;13- A ternura com que nos beijam quando lhes fazemos uma delicadeza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;14- O modo de nos beijarem quando dizemos 'eu te amo'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;15- Pensando bem, só o modo de nos beijarem já basta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;16- O modo que têm de se atirar em nossos braços quando choram. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;17- O fato de nos darem um tapa achando que vai doer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;18- O jeitinho de dizerem 'estou com saudades'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;19- As saudades que sentimos delas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;20- A maneira que suas lágrimas tem de nos fazer querer mudar o mundo para que mais nada lhes cause dor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem precisa acrescentar mais nada...&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/2924503915759092948-7546796175356071601?l=michellydepaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/feeds/7546796175356071601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924503915759092948&amp;postID=7546796175356071601' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/7546796175356071601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/7546796175356071601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-mundo-sem-as-mulheres-arnaldo-jabor-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelly de Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068181515507447873</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/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLF9WFTqXjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro-GL6ljA3w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SRzBO20VtjI/AAAAAAAAAD0/L92CLYJfudU/s72-c/bo+r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924503915759092948.post-7629590811939724990</id><published>2008-10-29T20:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:12:27.463-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SQj5Z0SE-pI/AAAAAAAAADs/bgsQRHUs8wQ/s1600-h/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262730386508937874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SQj5Z0SE-pI/AAAAAAAAADs/bgsQRHUs8wQ/s320/007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Better Together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jack Johnson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no combination of words &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could put on the back of a postcard&lt;br /&gt;No song that I could sing but  I can try for your heart&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams and they are made out of real things&lt;br /&gt;Like a shoebox of photographs with sepia-toned loving&lt;br /&gt;Love is the answer at least for most of the questions in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Why are we here? And where do we go? And how come it's so hard?&lt;br /&gt;It's not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;It's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we'll look at the stars when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Well it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!! it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;And all of these moments just might find their way into my dreams tonight&lt;br /&gt;But I know that they'll be gone when the morning light sings&lt;br /&gt;Or brings new things for tomorrow night you see&lt;br /&gt;That they'll be gone too, too many things I have to do&lt;br /&gt;But if all of these dreams might find their way into my day to day scene&lt;br /&gt;I'd be under the impression I was somewhere in between&lt;br /&gt;With only two, just me and you, not so many things we got to do&lt;br /&gt;Or places we got to be we'll sit beneath the mango tree now&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;We're somewhere in between together&lt;br /&gt;Well it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;I believe in memories they look so pretty when I sleep&lt;br /&gt;And when I wake up you look so pretty sleeping next to me&lt;br /&gt;But there is not enough time&lt;br /&gt;And there is no song I could sing&lt;br /&gt;And there is no combination of words I could say&lt;br /&gt;But I will still tell you one thing&lt;br /&gt;We're better together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924503915759092948-7629590811939724990?l=michellydepaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLF9WFTqXjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro-GL6ljA3w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SQj5Z0SE-pI/AAAAAAAAADs/bgsQRHUs8wQ/s72-c/007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924503915759092948.post-25681853844781034</id><published>2008-10-16T20:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:04:20.965-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SPfIKYsDJaI/AAAAAAAAADk/XJnSWlE1gZ4/s1600-h/2733787374_9ff8d554c5_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257891170729797026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SPfIKYsDJaI/AAAAAAAAADk/XJnSWlE1gZ4/s320/2733787374_9ff8d554c5_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu tô perdido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem pai nem mãe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem na porta da tua casa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu tô pedindo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A tua mão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E um pouquinho do braço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Migalhas dormidas do teu pão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raspas e restos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me interessam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pequenas poções de ilusão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mentiras sinceras me interessam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me interessam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu tô pedindo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A tua mão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me leve para qualquer lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só um pouquinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De proteção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ao maior abandonado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teu corpo com amor ou não&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raspas e restos me interessam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me ame como a um irmão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mentiras sinceras me interessam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me interessam&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/2924503915759092948-25681853844781034?l=michellydepaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/feeds/25681853844781034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924503915759092948&amp;postID=25681853844781034' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/25681853844781034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/25681853844781034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/2008/10/eu-t-perdido-sem-pai-nem-me-bem-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelly de Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068181515507447873</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/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLF9WFTqXjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro-GL6ljA3w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SPfIKYsDJaI/AAAAAAAAADk/XJnSWlE1gZ4/s72-c/2733787374_9ff8d554c5_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924503915759092948.post-5561178584281811226</id><published>2008-10-06T21:32:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:58:58.581-03:00</updated><title type='text'>06/10/2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SOqued5XNCI/AAAAAAAAADc/bhW62kNtOio/s1600-h/bor+casal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254203753725637666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SOqued5XNCI/AAAAAAAAADc/bhW62kNtOio/s320/bor+casal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Se eu fosse algum rei, fosse o teu Senhor&lt;br /&gt;Eu proclamava a tua boca, um reinado meu&lt;br /&gt;O teu corpo nú, meu santuário...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse algum rei, teu Imperador&lt;br /&gt;Eu ordenava, teu coração a gostar do meu&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia teu, meu calendário...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inventava canções de rei,&lt;br /&gt;Conquistava o teu amor,&lt;br /&gt;Desobedeceria a lei,&lt;br /&gt;Revelava quem eu sou&lt;br /&gt;Te mostrava que só eu sei,&lt;br /&gt;Onde tudo começou&lt;br /&gt;Inventando canções de rei&lt;br /&gt;Pra enfeitar o nosso amor..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(Canções de rei - Max Viana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;GUMI'S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924503915759092948-5561178584281811226?l=michellydepaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/feeds/5561178584281811226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924503915759092948&amp;postID=5561178584281811226' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/5561178584281811226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SOVU9hHeWMI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ylp6FhWtv9s/s1600-h/boo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252697956236024002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SOVU9hHeWMI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ylp6FhWtv9s/s320/boo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; ROSA-DOS-VENTOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Chico Buarque &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E do amor gritou-se o escândalo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Do medo criou-se o trágico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;No rosto pintou-se o pálido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E não rolou uma lágrima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nem uma lástima para socorrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E na gente deu o hábito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;De caminhar pelas trevas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;De murmurar entre as pregas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;De tirar leite das pedras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;De ver o tempo correr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mas sob o sono dos séculos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Amanheceu o espetáculo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Como uma chuva de pétalas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Como se o céu vendo as penas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Morresse de pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E chovesse o perdão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E a prudência dos sábios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nem ousou conter nos lábios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O sorriso e a paixão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pois transbordando de flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A calma dos lagos zangou-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A rosa-dos-ventos danou-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O leito do rio fartou-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E inundou de água doce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A amargura do mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Numa enchente amazônica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Numa explosão atlântica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E a multidão vendo em pânico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E a multidão vendo atônita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ainda que tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O seu despertar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924503915759092948-8386758037982871153?l=michellydepaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/feeds/8386758037982871153/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924503915759092948&amp;postID=8386758037982871153' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/8386758037982871153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/8386758037982871153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/2008/10/rosa-dos-ventos-chico-buarque-e-do-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelly de Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068181515507447873</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/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLF9WFTqXjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro-GL6ljA3w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SOVU9hHeWMI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ylp6FhWtv9s/s72-c/boo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924503915759092948.post-2269702997857749711</id><published>2008-09-27T17:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T17:46:08.292-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SN6aulufeQI/AAAAAAAAADM/FksOx7763_U/s1600-h/009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250804340752349442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SN6aulufeQI/AAAAAAAAADM/FksOx7763_U/s320/009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dez Coisas que Levei Anos Para Aprender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. Uma pessoa que é boa com você, mas grosseira com o garçom, não pode ser uma boa pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2. As pessoas que querem compartilhar as visões religiosas delas com você, quase nunca querem que você compartilhe as suas com elas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. Ninguém liga se você não sabe dançar. Levante e dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4. A força mais destrutiva do universo é a fofoca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5. Não confunda nunca sua carreira com sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;6. Jamais, sob quaisquer circunstâncias, tome um remédio para dormir e um laxante na mesma noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;7. Se você tivesse que identificar, em uma palavra, a razão pela qual a raça humana ainda não atingiu (e nunca atingirá) todo o seu potencial, essa palavra seria "reuniões".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;8. Há uma linha muito tênue entre "hobby" e "doença mental".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;9. Seus amigos de verdade amam você de qualquer jeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;10. Nunca tenha medo de tentar algo novo. Lembre-se de que um amador solitário construiu a Arca. Um grande grupo de profissionais construiu o Titanic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quero, um dia, poder dizer às pessoas que nada foi em vão... que o AMOR existe, que vale a pena se doar às amizades a às pessoas, que a vida é bela sim, e que eu sempre dei o melhor de mim... e que valeu a pena!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Luís Fernando Veríssimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924503915759092948-2269702997857749711?l=michellydepaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLF9WFTqXjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro-GL6ljA3w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SN6aulufeQI/AAAAAAAAADM/FksOx7763_U/s72-c/009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924503915759092948.post-7686340744256258008</id><published>2008-09-22T22:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:16:45.684-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SNhB7Z2Zk3I/AAAAAAAAADE/th-nnCL_HaI/s1600-h/0103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249017854507455346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SNhB7Z2Zk3I/AAAAAAAAADE/th-nnCL_HaI/s320/0103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Pode invadir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ou chegar com delicadeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mas não tão devagar que me faça dormir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Não grite comigo, tenho o péssimo hábito de revidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Acordo pela manhã com ótimo humor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mas ... permita que eu escove os dentes primeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Toque muito em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Principalmente nos cabelos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E minta sobre minha nocauteante beleza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tenho vida própria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Me faça sentir saudades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Conte algumas coisas que me façam rir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Viaje antes de me conhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sofra antes de mim para reconhecer-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Acredite nas verdades que digo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E também nas mentiras, elas serão raras e sempre por uma boa causa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Respeite meu choro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Me deixe sozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Só volte quando eu chamar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E não me obedeça sempre que eu também gosto de ser contrariada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Então fique comigo quando eu chorar, combinado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Seja mais forte que eu e menos altruísta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Não se vista tão bem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Gosto de camisa para fora da calça,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Gosto de braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Gosto de pernas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E muito de pescoço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Reverenciarei tudo em você que estiver a meu gosto: boca, cabelos, cheiros, olhos, mãos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Leia, escolha seus próprios livros, releia-os.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Odeie a vida doméstica e os agitos noturnos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Seja um pouco caseiro e um pouco da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Não goste tanto de boate que isto é coisa de gente triste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Não seja escravo da televisão, nem xiita contra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nem escravo meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nem filho meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nem meu pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Escolha um papel para você que ainda não tenha sido preenchido e o invente muitas vezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Me enlouqueça uma vez por mês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mas me faça uma louca boa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Uma louca que ache graça em tudo que rime com louca: loba, boba, rouca, boca ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Goste de música e de sexo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Goste de um esporte não muito banal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Não invente de querer muitos filhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Me carregar pra a missa, apresentar sua família... isso a gente vê depois ... se calhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Deixa eu dirigir o seu carro, que você adora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Quero ver você nervoso,inquieto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Olhe para outras mulheres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tenha amigos que se tornem meus amigos e digam muitas bobagens juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Me conte seus segredos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Me faça massagem nas costas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Não fume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Beba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Chore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Eleja algumas contravenções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Me rapte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Se nada disso funcionar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Experimente me amar!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Marta Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2924503915759092948-7686340744256258008?l=michellydepaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/feeds/7686340744256258008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924503915759092948&amp;postID=7686340744256258008' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/7686340744256258008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/7686340744256258008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/2008/09/pode-invadir-ou-chegar-com-delicadeza.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelly de Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068181515507447873</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/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLF9WFTqXjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro-GL6ljA3w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SNhB7Z2Zk3I/AAAAAAAAADE/th-nnCL_HaI/s72-c/0103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924503915759092948.post-2539155081136468519</id><published>2008-09-21T11:15:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T11:26:23.919-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SNZZK7QKFzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/oEWNOAMa1Jg/s1600-h/0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248480459985917746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SNZZK7QKFzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/oEWNOAMa1Jg/s320/0101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;CONFISSÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Que esta minha paz e este meu amado silêncio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Não iludam a ninguém,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Não é a paz de uma cidade bombardeada e deserta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Nem tampouco a paz compulsória dos cemitérios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Acho-me relativamente feliz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Porque nada de exterior me acontece... Mas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Em mim, na minha alma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Pressinto que vou ter um terremoto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Mário Quintana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924503915759092948-2539155081136468519?l=michellydepaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/feeds/2539155081136468519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924503915759092948&amp;postID=2539155081136468519' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/2539155081136468519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/2539155081136468519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/2008/09/confisso-que-esta-minha-paz-e-este-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelly de Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068181515507447873</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/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLF9WFTqXjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro-GL6ljA3w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SNZZK7QKFzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/oEWNOAMa1Jg/s72-c/0101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924503915759092948.post-5662767638683185397</id><published>2008-09-19T18:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T18:57:04.798-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SNQf7ryQLNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/JgRj7EHIr4I/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247854576019713234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SNQf7ryQLNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/JgRj7EHIr4I/s320/001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Satisfaz minha alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Tribo de Jah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ô não diga que tudo acabou&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu não acredito eu digo que não&lt;br /&gt;O não diga que tudo acabou&lt;br /&gt;O que eu não acredito eu digo que não, não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu digo que oh... uuu...&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto, gosto de você assim&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe que oh... uuu...&lt;br /&gt;O quanto eu gosto&lt;br /&gt;O quanto eu sou afim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você satisfaz minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Satifaz minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Você satisfaz minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Satisfaz minha alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada leve toque&lt;br /&gt;Provoca em mim um choque&lt;br /&gt;Você não vê o bem que pode me fazer&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico feliz por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Todo, todo o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Quando a gente anda juntinho&lt;br /&gt;Me sinto como um rei orgulhoso nos seus domínios&lt;br /&gt;Quando a gente dobra a esquina&lt;br /&gt;Junto com você todo meu ser se ilumina&lt;br /&gt;Você não vê mas devia crer&lt;br /&gt;Que eu te amo, amo&lt;br /&gt;Que eu te amo, amo&lt;br /&gt;Eu te chamo, chamo&lt;br /&gt;Eu te chamo, chamo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a gente dobra a esquina&lt;br /&gt;Junto com você todo meu ser se ilumina&lt;br /&gt;Então eu te abraço forte&lt;br /&gt;Você toda minha sorte&lt;br /&gt;Eu me sinto tão bem&lt;br /&gt;Você faz eu ficar tão zen&lt;br /&gt;Eu tento dizer&lt;br /&gt;Te peço tanto&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe eu sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Só longe do teu encanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924503915759092948-5662767638683185397?l=michellydepaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/feeds/5662767638683185397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924503915759092948&amp;postID=5662767638683185397' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/5662767638683185397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/5662767638683185397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/2008/09/satisfaz-minha-alma-tribo-de-jah-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelly de Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068181515507447873</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/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLF9WFTqXjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro-GL6ljA3w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SNQf7ryQLNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/JgRj7EHIr4I/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924503915759092948.post-2859702217380437563</id><published>2008-09-16T20:29:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T20:35:45.266-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SNBBeXR8VjI/AAAAAAAAACs/TN_5_cnzCx4/s1600-h/borboleta1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246765555787781682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SNBBeXR8VjI/AAAAAAAAACs/TN_5_cnzCx4/s320/borboleta1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AMOR É SÍNTESE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por favor, não me analise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não fique procurando cada ponto fraco meu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se ninguém resiste a uma análise profunda,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quanto mais eu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ciumento, exigente, inseguro, carente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todo cheio de marcas que a vida deixou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vejo em cada grito de exigência&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um pedido de carência, um pedido de amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amor é síntese&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É uma integração de dados&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não há que tirar nem pôr&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não me corte em fatias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ninguém consegue abraçar um pedaço&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me envolva todo em seus braços&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E eu serei o perfeito amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mario de Andrade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924503915759092948-2859702217380437563?l=michellydepaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/feeds/2859702217380437563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924503915759092948&amp;postID=2859702217380437563' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/2859702217380437563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/2859702217380437563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/2008/09/amor-sntese-por-favor-no-me-analise-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelly de Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068181515507447873</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/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLF9WFTqXjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro-GL6ljA3w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SNBBeXR8VjI/AAAAAAAAACs/TN_5_cnzCx4/s72-c/borboleta1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924503915759092948.post-6058243886353839752</id><published>2008-09-09T18:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:05:55.820-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SMbkosAOK7I/AAAAAAAAACk/GawH-OGWbK8/s1600-h/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244130203777510322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SMbkosAOK7I/AAAAAAAAACk/GawH-OGWbK8/s320/010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;O Guardião do mosteiro&lt;br /&gt;Certo dia, num mosteiro, com a morte do guardião, foi preciso encontrar um substituto. O grande mestre convocou, então, todos os discípulos pra descobrir quem seria o novo sentinela. O mestre, com muita tranqüilidade, falou:&lt;br /&gt;- Assumirá o posto de monge que conseguir resolver primeiro o problema que eu vou apresentar...&lt;br /&gt;Então, ele colocou uma mesinha magnífica, no centro da enorme sala em que estavam reunidos e, em cima dela, pos um vaso de porcelana muito raro, com uma rosa amarela de extraordinária beleza a enfeitá-lo. E disse apenas:&lt;br /&gt;- Aqui esta o problema!&lt;br /&gt;Todos ficaram olhando a cena. O vaso belíssimo, de valor inestimável. Com a maravilhosa flor ao centro! O que representaria? O que fazer? Qual o enigma? Nesse instante, um dos discípulos sacou a espada, olhou o mestre, os companheiros, dirigiu-se ao centro da sala e... Zapt!... Destruiu tudo, com um só golpe. Tão logo o discípulo retornou ao seu lugar, o mestre disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Você é o novo guardião. Não importa que o problema seja algo lindíssimo.&lt;br /&gt;Se for um problema, tem que ser eliminado.&lt;br /&gt;Um problema é um problema, mesmo que se trate de uma mulher sensacional, um homem maravilhoso ou um grande amor que se acabou.&lt;br /&gt;Por mais lindo que seja ou tenha sido, se não existir mais sentido para ele em sua vida, deve ser suprimido. Muitas pessoas carregam a vida inteira o peso de coisas que foram importantes no passado, mas que hoje somente ocupam espaço – um espaço indispensável para criar a vida.&lt;br /&gt;Os orientais dizem:&lt;br /&gt;- Para você beber vinho numa taça cheia de chá, é necessário primeiro jogar fora o chá, para então beber o vinho.&lt;br /&gt;Ou seja, para aprender o novo, é essencial desaprender o velho.&lt;br /&gt;Limpe sua vida, comece pelas gavetas, armários, ate chegar às pessoas do passado que não fazem mais sentido estar ocupando espaço em sua mente.&lt;br /&gt;Vai ficar mais fácil ser feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924503915759092948-6058243886353839752?l=michellydepaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/feeds/6058243886353839752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924503915759092948&amp;postID=6058243886353839752' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/6058243886353839752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/6058243886353839752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-guardio-do-mosteiro-certo-dia-num.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelly de Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068181515507447873</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/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLF9WFTqXjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro-GL6ljA3w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SMbkosAOK7I/AAAAAAAAACk/GawH-OGWbK8/s72-c/010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924503915759092948.post-5753612819882957520</id><published>2008-09-04T20:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T20:45:56.802-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SMBzHYThbfI/AAAAAAAAACc/zUqAuTX735o/s1600-h/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242316536879869426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SMBzHYThbfI/AAAAAAAAACc/zUqAuTX735o/s320/008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;As sem-razões do amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Eu te amo porque te amo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Não precisas ser amante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;e nem sempre sabes sê-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Eu te amo porque te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Amor é estado de graça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;e com amor não se paga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Amor é dado de graça,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;é semeado no vento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;na cachoeira, no eclipse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Amor foge a dicionários&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;e a regulamentos vários.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Eu te amo porque não amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bastante ou demais a mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Porque amor não se troca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;não se conjuga nem se ama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Porque amor é amor a nada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;feliz e forte em si mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Amor é primo da morte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;e da morte vencedor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;por mais que o matem (e matam)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a cada instante de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924503915759092948-5753612819882957520?l=michellydepaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/feeds/5753612819882957520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924503915759092948&amp;postID=5753612819882957520' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/5753612819882957520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/5753612819882957520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/2008/09/as-sem-razes-do-amor-eu-te-amo-porque.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelly de Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068181515507447873</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/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLF9WFTqXjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro-GL6ljA3w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SMBzHYThbfI/AAAAAAAAACc/zUqAuTX735o/s72-c/008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924503915759092948.post-406419989226222186</id><published>2008-09-01T12:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T12:17:08.048-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterflies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLwGdchJ6TI/AAAAAAAAACM/XHdvVa6uxww/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241071169293642034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLwGdchJ6TI/AAAAAAAAACM/XHdvVa6uxww/s320/002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;As circunstâncias entre as quais você vive determinam sua reputação. A verdade em que você acredita determina seu caráter. A reputação é o que acham que você é. O caráter é o que você realmente é... A reputação é o que você tem quando chega a uma comunidade nova. O caráter é o que você tem quando vai embora... A reputação é feita em um momento. O caráter é construído em uma vida inteira... A reputação torna você rico ou pobre. O caráter torna você feliz ou infeliz... A reputação é o que os homens dizem de você junto à sua sepultura. O caráter é o que os anjos dizem de você diante de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Arnaldo Jabor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924503915759092948-406419989226222186?l=michellydepaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/feeds/406419989226222186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924503915759092948&amp;postID=406419989226222186' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/406419989226222186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/406419989226222186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/2008/09/butterflies.html' title='Butterflies!'/><author><name>Michelly de Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068181515507447873</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/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLF9WFTqXjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro-GL6ljA3w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLwGdchJ6TI/AAAAAAAAACM/XHdvVa6uxww/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924503915759092948.post-9171548394992005602</id><published>2008-08-31T12:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T12:09:31.500-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Você!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLqzQIweMVI/AAAAAAAAACE/sJZethmeGFk/s1600-h/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240698206209061202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="292" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLqzQIweMVI/AAAAAAAAACE/sJZethmeGFk/s320/003.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Saaan eu queria fazer uma homenagenzinha pra você no meu blog, ou melhor, na minha caixinha de guardados, como você mesma batizou! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nada mais justo para homenagear uma borboleta do que borboletas, portanto, as imagens do meus posts serão sempre borboletas! Será um cantinho da minha caixinha guardado pra você!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brigada por tudo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Apenas os fortes escolhem amar! Não são os medos que mudam, mas as atitudes que cada um toma perante os medos. Novamente voltamos ao ponto: a vida é feita de escolhas. Todos nós podemos mentir, trair, enganar e ferir o outro. Mas também todos nós podemos não mentir, não trair, não enganar e não ferir o outro. Cada qual com o seu melhor, nas suas possibilidades e na sua maturidade,consciente ou não de seus objetivos, faz as suas próprias escolhas. E depois, arca com as inevitáveis conseqüências destas.Sugiro que você se empenhe em ser forte a fim de poder usufruir os ganhos do amor e, sobretudo, evitar as dolorosas perdas. Mas se perceber que ainda não está pronto, seja honesto, seja humilde e ao invés de deixar cair ou de jogar no chão um coração que está em suas mãos, apenas deixe-o, apenas admita que não está conseguindo carregá-lo... e então você, talvez, consiga compreender de fato a frase &lt;strong&gt;"Você se torna eternamente responsável por aquilo que cativa".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924503915759092948-9171548394992005602?l=michellydepaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/feeds/9171548394992005602/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924503915759092948&amp;postID=9171548394992005602' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/9171548394992005602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/9171548394992005602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/2008/08/para-voc.html' title='Para Você!'/><author><name>Michelly de Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068181515507447873</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/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLF9WFTqXjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro-GL6ljA3w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLqzQIweMVI/AAAAAAAAACE/sJZethmeGFk/s72-c/003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924503915759092948.post-5055991699354229235</id><published>2008-08-30T16:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T16:34:06.401-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLmgbaxvSKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/hcT6pfV57Rw/s1600-h/buterfly2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240396034327136418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 433px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="294" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLmgbaxvSKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/hcT6pfV57Rw/s320/buterfly2.jpg" width="393" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Morena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Los Hermanos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;É morena tá tudo bem&lt;br /&gt;Sereno é quem tem&lt;br /&gt;A paz de estar em par com Deus&lt;br /&gt;Pode rir agora&lt;br /&gt;Que o fio da maldade se enrola&lt;br /&gt;Pra nós todo o amor do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Pra eles o outro lado&lt;br /&gt;Eu digo mal me quer&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém escapa o peso de viver assim&lt;br /&gt;Ser assim, eu não&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro assim com você&lt;br /&gt;Juntinho sem caber de imaginar&lt;br /&gt;Até o fim raiar&lt;br /&gt;Pra nós todo o amor do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Pra eles o outro lado&lt;br /&gt;Eu digo mal me quer&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém escapa o peso de viver assim&lt;br /&gt;Ser assim, eu não&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro assim com você&lt;br /&gt;Juntinho sem caber de imaginar&lt;br /&gt;Até o fim raiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924503915759092948-5055991699354229235?l=michellydepaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/feeds/5055991699354229235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924503915759092948&amp;postID=5055991699354229235' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/5055991699354229235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/5055991699354229235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/2008/08/morena-los-hermanos-morena-t-tudo-bem.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelly de Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068181515507447873</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/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLF9WFTqXjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro-GL6ljA3w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLmgbaxvSKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/hcT6pfV57Rw/s72-c/buterfly2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924503915759092948.post-5096989216536864312</id><published>2008-08-29T16:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T16:44:02.446-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Só não me obrigue a dizer nada do que penso tanto quando não choro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLhQx2MMo6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/UBTFkcWFcpo/s1600-h/moÃ§aa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240026983736058786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 398px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="363" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLhQx2MMo6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/UBTFkcWFcpo/s320/mo%C3%A7aa.JPG" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;"Amor não é se envolver com a pessoa perfeita,aquela dos nossos sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Não existem príncipes nem princesas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Encare a outra pessoa de forma sincera e real, exaltando suas qualidades, mas sabendo também de seus defeitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;O amor só é lindo, quando encontramos alguém que nos transforme no melhor que podemos ser."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Mário Quintana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924503915759092948-5096989216536864312?l=michellydepaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/feeds/5096989216536864312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924503915759092948&amp;postID=5096989216536864312' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/5096989216536864312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/5096989216536864312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/2008/08/s-no-me-obrigue-dizer-nada-do-que-penso.html' title='Só não me obrigue a dizer nada do que penso tanto quando não choro...'/><author><name>Michelly de Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068181515507447873</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/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLF9WFTqXjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro-GL6ljA3w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLhQx2MMo6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/UBTFkcWFcpo/s72-c/mo%C3%A7aa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924503915759092948.post-7999692626789981927</id><published>2008-08-27T22:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:31:25.198-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLX_1ET6t6I/AAAAAAAAABM/hdvRfuUehjU/s1600-h/2793024327_90d11e73e4_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239375028670871458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLX_1ET6t6I/AAAAAAAAABM/hdvRfuUehjU/s320/2793024327_90d11e73e4_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLX8LETibSI/AAAAAAAAABE/QfSYt9sUNno/s1600-h/dentro.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Paciência&lt;br /&gt;Lenine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Composição: Lenine e Dudu Falcão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Mesmo quando tudo pede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Um pouco mais de calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Até quando o corpo pede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Um pouco mais de alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;A vida não pára...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Enquanto o tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Acelera e pede pressa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Eu me recuso faço hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Vou na valsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;A vida é tão rara...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Enquanto todo mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Espera a cura do mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;E a loucura finge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Que isso tudo é normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Eu finjo ter paciência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;O mundo vai girando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Cada vez mais veloz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;A gente espera do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;E o mundo espera de nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Um pouco mais de paciência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Será que é tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Que lhe falta prá perceber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Será que temos esse tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Prá perder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;E quem quer saber?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;A vida é tão raraTão rara...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Mesmo quando tudo pede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Um pouco mais de calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Mesmo quando o corpo pede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Um pouco mais de alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Eu sei, a vida não pára&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;A vida não pára não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Será que é tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Que lhe falta prá perceber?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Será que temos esse tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Prá perder?E quem quer saber?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;A vida é tão rara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Tão rara...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Mesmo quando tudo pede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Um pouco mais de calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Até quando o corpo pede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Um pouco mais de alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Eu sei, a vida não pára&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;A vida não pára não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;A vida não pára!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;A vida é tão rara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2924503915759092948-7999692626789981927?l=michellydepaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/feeds/7999692626789981927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924503915759092948&amp;postID=7999692626789981927' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/7999692626789981927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/7999692626789981927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/2008/08/pacincia-lenine-composio-lenine-e-dudu.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelly de Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068181515507447873</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/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLF9WFTqXjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro-GL6ljA3w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLX_1ET6t6I/AAAAAAAAABM/hdvRfuUehjU/s72-c/2793024327_90d11e73e4_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924503915759092948.post-2828529023256403032</id><published>2008-08-27T12:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T12:23:24.338-03:00</updated><title type='text'>27/08/2008!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLVwc-Z0mPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wuqERA6g6gA/s1600-h/nino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239217384605391090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLVwc-Z0mPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wuqERA6g6gA/s320/nino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não quero alguém que morra de amor por mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Só preciso de alguém que viva por mim, que queira estar junto de mim, me abraçando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não exijo que esse alguém me ame como eu o amo, quero apenas que me ame, não me importando com que intensidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não tenho a pretensão de que todas as pessoas que gosto, gostem de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nem que eu faça a falta que elas me fazem, o importante pra mim é saber que eu, em algum momento, fui insubstituível...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E que esse momento será inesquecível..S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ó quero que meu sentimento seja valorizado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quero sempre poder ter um sorriso estampando em meu rosto, mesmo quando a situação não for muito alegre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E que esse meu sorriso consiga transmitir paz para os que estiverem ao meu redor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quero poder fechar meus olhos e imaginar alguém... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e poder ter a absoluta certeza de que esse alguém também pensa em mim quando fecha os olhos, que faço falta quando não estou por perto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Mário Quintana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924503915759092948-2828529023256403032?l=michellydepaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/feeds/2828529023256403032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924503915759092948&amp;postID=2828529023256403032' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/2828529023256403032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/2828529023256403032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/2008/08/27082008.html' title='27/08/2008!!!!'/><author><name>Michelly de Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068181515507447873</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/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLF9WFTqXjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro-GL6ljA3w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLVwc-Z0mPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wuqERA6g6gA/s72-c/nino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924503915759092948.post-512271534649712897</id><published>2008-08-26T12:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T12:14:13.407-03:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a beautiful day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLQc0dBvSYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YJoUmuKi4h8/s1600-h/4461303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238843954009426306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLQc0dBvSYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YJoUmuKi4h8/s320/4461303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Onde você vê um obstáculo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;alguém vê o término da viagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e o outro vê uma chance de crescer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Onde você vê um motivo pra se irritar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alguém vê a tragédia total&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E o outro vê uma prova para sua paciência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Onde você vê a morte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alguém vê o fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E o outro vê o começo de uma nova etapa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Onde você vê a fortuna,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alguém vê a riqueza material&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E o outro pode encontrar por trás de tudo, a dor e a miséria total.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Onde você vê a teimosia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alguém vê a ignorância,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Um outro compreende as limitações do companheiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;percebendo que cada qual caminha em seu próprio passo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E que é inútil querer apressar o passo do outro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a não ser que ele deseje isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cada qual vê o que quer, pode ou consegue enxergar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Porque eu sou do tamanho do que vejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E não do tamanho da minha altura."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(majestoso, Fernando Pessoa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924503915759092948-512271534649712897?l=michellydepaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/feeds/512271534649712897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924503915759092948&amp;postID=512271534649712897' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/512271534649712897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/512271534649712897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-beautiful-day.html' title='It&apos;s a beautiful day!'/><author><name>Michelly de Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068181515507447873</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/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLF9WFTqXjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro-GL6ljA3w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLQc0dBvSYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YJoUmuKi4h8/s72-c/4461303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924503915759092948.post-7583242850240700794</id><published>2008-08-24T12:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T12:45:58.503-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='início'/><title type='text'>...e que abram as cortinas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLGAavt8h_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/2sjDP5JOTm8/s1600-h/butterfly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238109038582728690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLGAavt8h_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/2sjDP5JOTm8/s320/butterfly.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eu não poderia fazer a minha primeira postagem sem que esse texto fizesse parte dela, ele me acompanha em todas as minhas mudanças e novas decisões!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Mude. Mas comece devagar, porque a direção é mais importante que a velocidade. Sente-se em outra cadeira, no outro lado da mesa. Mais tarde, mude de mesa. Quando sair, procure andar pelo outro lado da rua. Depois, mude de caminho, ande por outras ruas, calmamente, observando com atenção os lugares por onde você passa. Tome outros ônibus. Mude por uns tempos o estilo das roupas. Dê os teus sapatos velhos. Procure andar descalço alguns dias. Tire uma tarde inteira pra passear livremente na praia, ou no parque, e ouvir o canto dos passarinhos. Veja o mundo de outras perspectivas. Abra e feche as gavetas e portas com a mão esquerda. Durma do outro lado da cama... depois, procure dormir em outras camas. Assista a outros programas de TV, compre outros jornais... leia outros livros. Viva outros romances. Não faça do hábito um estilo de vida. Ame a novidade. Durma mais tarde. Durma mais cedo. Aprenda uma palavra nova por dia numa outra língua. Corrija a postura. Coma um pouco menos, escolha comidas diferentes, novos temperos, novas cores, novas delícias. Tente o novo todo dia, o novo lado, o novo método, o novo sabor, o novo jeito, o novo prazer, o novo amor, a nova vida. Tente. Busque novos amigos. Tente novos amores. Faça novas relações. Almoce em outros locais, vá a outros restaurantes, tome outro tipo de bebida, compre pão em outra padaria. Almoce mais cedo, jante mais tarde ou vice-versa. Escolha outro mercado... outra marca de sabonete, outro creme dental... tome banho em novos horários. Use canetas de outras cores Vá passear em outros lugares. Ame muito, cada vez mais, de modos diferentes. Troque de bolsa, de carteira, de malas, troque de carro, compre novos óculos, escrevas outras poesias. Jogue fora os velhos relógios, quebre delicadamente esses horrorosos despertadores. Abra conta em outro banco. Vá a outros cinemas, outros cabeleireiros, outros teatros, visite novos museus. Mude. Lembre-se que a vida é uma só. E pense seriamente em arrumar um novo emprego, uma nova ocupação, um trabalho mais light, mais prazeroso, mais digno, mais humano. Se você não encontrar razões para ser livre, invente-as. Seja criativo. E aproveite para fazer uma viagem despretensiosa, longa, se possível sem destino. Experimente coisas novas. Troque novamente. Mude, de novo. Experimente outra vez. Você certamente conhecerá coisas melhores e coisas piores do que as já conhecidas. Mas não é isso o que importa. O mais importante é a mudança, o movimento, o dinamismo, a energia. Só o que está morto não muda!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Bom domingo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924503915759092948-7583242850240700794?l=michellydepaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/feeds/7583242850240700794/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924503915759092948&amp;postID=7583242850240700794' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/7583242850240700794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924503915759092948/posts/default/7583242850240700794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellydepaula.blogspot.com/2008/08/e-que-abram-as-cortinas.html' title='...e que abram as cortinas!'/><author><name>Michelly de Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068181515507447873</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/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLF9WFTqXjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro-GL6ljA3w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvySQxSUeqU/SLGAavt8h_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/2sjDP5JOTm8/s72-c/butterfly.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
