<?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-3624998607305268889</id><updated>2012-01-16T15:42:27.630-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Razões... Emoções... Contradições... Realizações</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-2556657584124978865</id><published>2010-03-01T01:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T01:39:19.947-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Somente na hora da queda.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Você errou. Doeu, talvez não somente em você, mas em outras pessoas. &lt;div&gt;Você sofreu. Fique triste, absorva a derrota. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não finja que não sofreu. Sofra! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você faz parte da raça humana, e isso é normal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas faça tudo isso somente na hora da queda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-2556657584124978865?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/2556657584124978865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=2556657584124978865&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/2556657584124978865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/2556657584124978865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2010/03/somente-na-hora-da-queda.html' title='Somente na hora da queda.'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-1473683427480881085</id><published>2010-03-01T01:34:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T01:37:00.031-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Curto, sutil e... completo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;E não é que ele disse tudo ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/S4tD8L9ilYI/AAAAAAAAAz4/jKxay2Yxq48/s1600-h/image0011111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/S4tD8L9ilYI/AAAAAAAAAz4/jKxay2Yxq48/s400/image0011111.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443519275889497474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-1473683427480881085?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/1473683427480881085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=1473683427480881085&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/1473683427480881085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/1473683427480881085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2010/03/curto-sutil-e-completo.html' title='Curto, sutil e... completo!!!'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/S4tD8L9ilYI/AAAAAAAAAz4/jKxay2Yxq48/s72-c/image0011111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-230223874331813076</id><published>2010-03-01T01:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T01:34:10.712-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Retirando as teias...</title><content type='html'>Oi gente.  &lt;div&gt;Andei longe dessas bandas por um bom tempo, não é mesmo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muuuitas coisas aconteceram, mas estamos ai de volta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-230223874331813076?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/230223874331813076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=230223874331813076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/230223874331813076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/230223874331813076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2010/03/retirando-as-teias.html' title='Retirando as teias...'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-1276101300547477302</id><published>2009-09-29T14:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T15:13:53.464-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que faz você feliz?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Estava assistindo este comercial do supermercado Pão de Açúcar e fiquei pensando nessa pergunta: O que faz você feliz? O que me faz feliz? &lt;div&gt;Será que conseguimos definir com precisão o que é felicidade?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu acho que felicidade é aquilo que nos faz bem.  Pode ser comer morango com as mãos, um beijo, dormir na rede, sentir o vento ou esquecer o tempo... coisas simples ou mais complexas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O QUE FAZ VOCÊ FELIZ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JoYT8TH_ckY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JoYT8TH_ckY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-1276101300547477302?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/1276101300547477302/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=1276101300547477302&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/1276101300547477302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/1276101300547477302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-que-faz-voce-feliz.html' title='O que faz você feliz?'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-5196814575951575488</id><published>2009-09-29T13:13:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T13:57:44.242-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem título... hehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oi gentee. &lt;div&gt;Sei que andei meio sumida do blog. Mas passei por um apagão de criatividade e ideias. Não tinha nada pra postar e também estou um pouco, um pouco não, estou totalmente focada em voltar a andar normalmente... Vocês me compreendem não é?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom, desculpas a parte, vou entrar num assunto muito conhecido por mim (:D): reflexões. Mas dessa vez é diferente, porque das outras vezes em que eu postava sobre esse tema, estava sempre mal, chorosa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou feliz, pois em meio a tudo o que aconteceu comigo nesses últimos meses o final está sendo proveitoso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assim que concretizar vou postar o que é (aprendi a falar somente depois que se concretizar, pra não dá pra trás).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigado meu Deus por cada pessoinha que usaste pra me dá uma palavra, uma sacudida, um solavanco -mesmo quando eu não aceitava na hora... elas me ajudaram e ajudam até hoje a colocar cada tijolinho na construção chamada vida, a minha VIDA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;p.s: Desistir, NUNCA. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        Retroceder, JAMAIS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-5196814575951575488?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/5196814575951575488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=5196814575951575488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/5196814575951575488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/5196814575951575488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/09/sem-titulo-hehe.html' title='Sem título... hehe'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-8278718918172301213</id><published>2009-09-11T15:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T15:33:01.923-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Analise...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"Analise como tem sido o seu dar.  Amar é... dar sem esperar receber, pois onde está o amor se esperamos algo em troca?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:180%;color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-8278718918172301213?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/8278718918172301213/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=8278718918172301213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/8278718918172301213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/8278718918172301213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/09/analise.html' title='Analise...'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-3176679121371150126</id><published>2009-09-03T03:09:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T03:13:02.493-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para refletir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quando somos pacientes, coisas que normalmente consideraríamos muito dolorosas acabam não parecendo tão ruins. Ao contrário, quando não existe a tolerância paciente, até as menores contrariedades parecem insuportáveis. Tudo depende de nossa atitude diante dos fatos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dalai Lama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-3176679121371150126?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/3176679121371150126/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=3176679121371150126&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/3176679121371150126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/3176679121371150126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/09/para-refletir.html' title='Para refletir...'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-9191725299052504576</id><published>2009-09-01T02:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T02:32:45.850-03:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/Spyx73gKOWI/AAAAAAAAAvE/QY1X_wDo5Ug/s1600-h/sonhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/Spyx73gKOWI/AAAAAAAAAvE/QY1X_wDo5Ug/s320/sonhos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376367697242765666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-9191725299052504576?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/9191725299052504576/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=9191725299052504576&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/9191725299052504576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/9191725299052504576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/Spyx73gKOWI/AAAAAAAAAvE/QY1X_wDo5Ug/s72-c/sonhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-7033094577052083679</id><published>2009-08-29T23:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T00:24:40.894-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sutilmente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Essa letra se define por si mesma!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/geDHzXg56UU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/geDHzXg56UU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/3624998607305268889-7033094577052083679?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/7033094577052083679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=7033094577052083679&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/7033094577052083679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/7033094577052083679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/08/sutilmente.html' title='Sutilmente'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-4737935321620995598</id><published>2009-08-25T03:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T03:36:11.224-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Correção e oferecimento a minha nova amiga Fe</title><content type='html'>Gente se você leu os dois ultimos posts, retorne lá, porque eu fiz umas modificações.&lt;div&gt;Levem em consideração o horário em que postei. Quando comecei a digitar estava sem sono, mas do nada o sono chegou. Já viu né? Embaralha tudo aqui dentro da caxola.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: Oi Fe. Adorei o seu comentário e fui 'a caça' da música e dei gritinhos de alegria, pq estava a caça dessa música faz tempo, mas n sabia o nome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Genteee procurem esta canção (Somewhere Over The Rainbow - Israel Kamakawiwo'ole) e procurem a tradução. Ela ficará na minha playlist desssa semana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liiiinda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obg Fe! Deêm uma passadinha lá no blog, ops, no &lt;a href="http://feliciassantos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mural da Felicia&lt;/a&gt;... rs, bom d+!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-4737935321620995598?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/4737935321620995598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=4737935321620995598&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/4737935321620995598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/4737935321620995598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/08/correcao.html' title='Correção e oferecimento a minha nova amiga Fe'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-5588045862181270360</id><published>2009-08-25T02:09:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:50:59.566-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Você curte música? Quem é que não curte?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Você é daqueles (as) que viaja, ao escutar uma canção?&lt;div&gt;Se teletransporta a um passado, presente até mesmo futuro?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem vem, se você respondeu não -típico de homens machistas- eu não acredito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todas as pessoas tem uma musica que a marcou em uma determinada época ou situação vivida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tantas formas pra se definir: terapia, arte, manifestação cultural, performance, cura... alma, Vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas sei que ela é a companhia fiel para dar uma animada quando não se está legal, quando estamos apaixonados, pra relembrar a infância, para relaxar, aquela que embalou o primeiro amor, a primeira paixão, aquela viagem, quando estamos alegres e tristes também, para o momento que vivemos atualmente, para mantermos uma sintonia com Deus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enfim, ela é aquela que desperta sentimentos, recordações dos momentos vividos, seja qual for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não tenho preferência musical, gosto de escutar de tudo um pouco... depende do de tudo um pouco...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por favor, não me venham com essas músicas de Funks de baixo nível, se é que podemos considerar que exista nível nessas músicas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No momento postando e escutando Os Paralamas do Sucesso. Amoooo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ai vai uma canção que eu amo deeeemaaaaaais!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: Gente fiz uma correção aqui na canção. Era esta que eu queria postar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabia que estava no blog de algum conhecido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem quiser da uma olhadinha lá no blog do &lt;a href="http://gauchossport.blogspot.com/2009/03/musica-e-o-seu-poder-magico.html"&gt;Gaucho's&lt;/a&gt; que tem um post sobre O poder mágico da música. Vale a pena!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acredito que o poder maior da música realmente seja a UNIÃO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;União dos povos, raças, classes... enfim, veja, ouça, sinta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Us-TVg40ExM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Us-TVg40ExM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-5588045862181270360?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/5588045862181270360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=5588045862181270360&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/5588045862181270360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/5588045862181270360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/08/voce-curte-musica-quem-e-que-nao-curte.html' title='Você curte música? Quem é que não curte?!'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-735456642318069550</id><published>2009-08-25T01:43:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:09:14.114-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Um dia, uma vontade, realização.&lt;div&gt;Um medo, insegurança, ilusão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma noite, um sorvete, um silêncio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silêncio pairou, paira...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parados na janela, escutando o que acontece ao lado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Risos, muitos risos por causa do que se ouvia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um passeio, um desejo, diversão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Câmera&lt;/span&gt;, foto, discussão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malas, viagens, despedida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conversas, mãos juntas, suor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choro, vazio, solidão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Retorno, coração, perdão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Momentos vou tendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentimentos, desejos renascendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vida! Seguindo vivendo."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TDAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; pra alegrar os corações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rhCcdLwGeA0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rhCcdLwGeA0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-735456642318069550?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/735456642318069550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=735456642318069550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/735456642318069550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/735456642318069550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/08/momentos.html' title='Momentos'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-4337772806107814080</id><published>2009-08-23T18:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T19:00:31.964-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrependimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Quantas coisas na vida arrependo-me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Do que fiz ou não fiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Quantos em prantos já deixei derramar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Quantas injustiças eu não perdoei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Quanto medo em vez omitiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Quantas qualidades temendo julgamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Não deixei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;transparecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hoje me arrependo sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Temendo as línguas alheias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Não cresci, deixei de aprender, não desfrutei, não vivi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Acovardei-me idealizando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;O que eles vão pensar de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;E cada um naquele momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Cuidava da própria vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hoje eu vejo, foi tudo ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Eu, é que bloqueava meu viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Por vergonha de mim mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Vendo ridículo em tudo que fazia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;E os que estavam ao meu redor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Admirava-me como eu era,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Agora com o passar dos anos aprendi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ninguém vai me criticar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Se eu mesmo souber reconhecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Que o que eu faço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Faço com o coração cheio de amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Tendo assim pra mim um grande valor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dalmo Sousa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 22px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SpG7js2pOeI/AAAAAAAAAuM/5hH7bLiriqI/s200/reflexao.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 149px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373282052439882210" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/3624998607305268889-4337772806107814080?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/4337772806107814080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=4337772806107814080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/4337772806107814080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/4337772806107814080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/08/arrependimento.html' title='Arrependimento'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SpG7js2pOeI/AAAAAAAAAuM/5hH7bLiriqI/s72-c/reflexao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-2503034450342292406</id><published>2009-08-18T15:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T15:22:51.710-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É assim que você se sente?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/Sors3rhLZAI/AAAAAAAAAtk/gaqHp429gfk/s1600-h/bobos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 137px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/Sors3rhLZAI/AAAAAAAAAtk/gaqHp429gfk/s400/bobos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371365946911581186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É assim que você se sente com todos esses escândalos, com essa parafernália, roubalheira...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei que isso tudo não é uma coisa de agora, são anos e anos que eles estão fazendo isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O pior de tudo é tentar nos fazer crer que não está acontecendo nada disso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que eles pensam que somos? Palhaços?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-2503034450342292406?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/2503034450342292406/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=2503034450342292406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/2503034450342292406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/2503034450342292406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-assim-que-voce-se-sente.html' title='É assim que você se sente?'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/Sors3rhLZAI/AAAAAAAAAtk/gaqHp429gfk/s72-c/bobos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-6856602004711086959</id><published>2009-08-18T04:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T04:39:34.779-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ficaria deitada um dia inteiro escutando e pensando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n6nOyUM067A&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n6nOyUM067A&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/3624998607305268889-6856602004711086959?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/6856602004711086959/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=6856602004711086959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/6856602004711086959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/6856602004711086959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/08/thinking-of-you.html' title='Thinking of you'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-8969401576149181333</id><published>2009-08-18T04:30:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T04:37:55.163-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pense nisso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SopZnBzhIcI/AAAAAAAAAtc/lbbV-be17ak/s1600-h/menino+orando2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SopZnBzhIcI/AAAAAAAAAtc/lbbV-be17ak/s200/menino+orando2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371204032627024322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"A mudança é resultado de uma DECISÃO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O dia em que eu tomar a DECISÃO certa, será o dia em que a minha vida começará a mudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E esse dia sou eu quem determino e ninguém mais."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/3624998607305268889-8969401576149181333?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/8969401576149181333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=8969401576149181333&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/8969401576149181333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/8969401576149181333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/08/mudanca-e-resultado-de-uma-decisao.html' title='Pense nisso...'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SopZnBzhIcI/AAAAAAAAAtc/lbbV-be17ak/s72-c/menino+orando2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-1235856600327203105</id><published>2009-08-16T22:15:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T01:43:02.649-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E-MAIL de um marido sozinho em casa...AREBABA!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Querida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Está tudo em ordem durante a sua ausência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou preparando meu próprio almoço. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Está dando tudo certo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ontem fiz batata frita. Ficou bom. Era preciso descascar a batata?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fui buscar uns &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;brioches&lt;/span&gt; na padaria e quando voltei o esmalte da frigideira tinha soltado e ela estava toda derretida... Inclusive o cabo. E você que me dizia que o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;teflon&lt;/span&gt; segurava qualquer coisa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quanto tempo precisa pra cozinhar ovos? Já deixei eles fervendo lá duas horas, mas continuam duros que nem pedra... Bom, vou aguardar um pouco mais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semana passada tive um contratempo cozinhando ervilhas. Decidi esquentar a lata no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;micro ondas&lt;/span&gt; e ele explodiu...A lata &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;decolou&lt;/span&gt; feito um foguete, atravessou o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;teto&lt;/span&gt; e acertou a filha do seu Freitas, nosso vizinho de cima. Ela foi parar no pronto-socorro... Ainda bem que eles tinham plano de saúde!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já aconteceu de a louça suja criar mofo?  Como é possível isso acontecer em tão &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pouco&lt;/span&gt; tempo?  Aliás, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;impressionante&lt;/span&gt;, atrás da pia tem de tudo que é bicho... Daqui a pouco vai dar pra fazer um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;documentário&lt;/span&gt; e vender pro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;National&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Geographic&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Durante o último almoço eu emporcalhei o tapete persa com molho de tomate. Você sempre dizia que mancha de molho de tomate não sai...  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Bobinha&lt;/span&gt;! Com um pouco de querosene não tive problema algum. Saiu tudinho, inclusive a cor do tapete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A geladeira estava criando muito gelo, então tive que fazer um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;defrost&lt;/span&gt; nela. O gelo saiu fácil, se você raspa ele com uma espátula de pedreiro! Ficou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ótimo&lt;/span&gt;, foi fácil e rápido. Agora a geladeira, não sei porque, está aquecendo e a carne do congelador, de toda forma, ficou até boa e bem passada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No mais, na última quinta-feira quando sai para o trabalho esqueci de trancar a porta. Alguém deve ter invadido nosso apartamento porque estão faltando alguns &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;objetos&lt;/span&gt; de valor, inclusive aquele colar de marfim que seu bisavô trouxe da África.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas como você sempre diz, o dinheiro não traz felicidade, e tudo que é material é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;efêmero&lt;/span&gt;... O seu guarda-roupa também está vazio, mas acho que não devem ter levado muita coisa... Afinal, você sempre diz que nunca tem nada pra vestir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijos mil, com muito carinho, do seu querido Afonso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Sua mãe deu uma passada aqui pra ver como estavam as coisas... Sofreu um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;enfarto&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O velório foi ontem à tarde... Preferi não te contar pra não te aborrecer &lt;b&gt;à toa&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Volte logo, estou com saudades!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/Soi0ZmUjfcI/AAAAAAAAAtU/dI7gFBLUNF4/s320/mulher+desesperada1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370740907515805122" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duas coisas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Sei que nem todos os homens são assim... tem sua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;exceção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     O que você faria se fosse o seu marido?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Bjs&lt;/span&gt; e boa semana para todos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3624998607305268889-1235856600327203105?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/1235856600327203105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=1235856600327203105&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/1235856600327203105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/1235856600327203105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-mail-de-um-marido-sozinho-em.html' title='E-MAIL de um marido sozinho em casa...AREBABA!!'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/Soi0ZmUjfcI/AAAAAAAAAtU/dI7gFBLUNF4/s72-c/mulher+desesperada1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-126924304971202306</id><published>2009-08-16T02:27:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T02:39:14.341-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SoeaflmUeDI/AAAAAAAAAs0/ov1UMCMkqD0/s1600-h/letra+soltas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SoeaflmUeDI/AAAAAAAAAs0/ov1UMCMkqD0/s200/letra+soltas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370430948122064946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As palavras são pequenas formas no maravilhoso caos que é o mundo; formas que focalizam e prendem idéias, que afiam os pensamentos, que conseguem pintar aquarelas de percepção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Diane Ackerman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-126924304971202306?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/126924304971202306/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=126924304971202306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/126924304971202306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/126924304971202306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-palavras-sao-pequenas-formas-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SoeaflmUeDI/AAAAAAAAAs0/ov1UMCMkqD0/s72-c/letra+soltas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-334951111234360909</id><published>2009-08-15T19:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T19:46:29.274-03:00</updated><title type='text'>História da Águia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/Soc6jMtg-4I/AAAAAAAAAss/S3Wy_i6-wJQ/s1600-h/aguia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/Soc6jMtg-4I/AAAAAAAAAss/S3Wy_i6-wJQ/s320/aguia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370325457044568962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A História da Águia é bem conhecida, mas vale a pena uma constante reflexão.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A águia é a ave que possui a maior longevidade da espécie.  Chega a viver 70 anos.  Mas  para chegar a essa idade, aos 40 anos ela tem que tomar uma séria e dificil decisão.&lt;div&gt;Aos 40 anos ela está com:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;As unhas compridas e flexíveis, não conseguem mais agarrar as suas presas das quais se alimenta.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;O bico alongado e pontiaguido se curva.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apontado contra o peito estão as asas, envelhecidas e pesadas em função da grossura das pernas, e voar é tão difícil.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Então a águia só tem duas alternativas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Morrer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ou enfrentar um dolorido processso de renovação que irá durar 150 dias.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Esse processo consiste em voar para o alto de uma montanha e se recolher em um ninho próximo a um paredão onde ela não necessite voar.  Então, após encontrar esse lugar, a águia começa a bater com o bico em uma parede até conseguir arrancá-lo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Após arrancá-lo, espera nascer um novo bico, com o qual vai depois arrancar suas unhas.  Quando as novas unhas começam a nascer, ela passa a arrancar as velhas penas.  E só após cinco meses sai para o famoso vôo de renovação e para viver então mais 30 anos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em nossa vida, muitas vezes, temos de nos resguardar por algum tempo e começar um processo de renovação.  Para que continuemos a voar um vôo de vitória, devemos nos desprender de lembranças, costumes e outras tradições que nos causam dor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somente livres do peso do passado, poderemos aproveitar o resultado valioso que uma renovação sempre traz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-334951111234360909?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/334951111234360909/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=334951111234360909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/334951111234360909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/334951111234360909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/08/historia-da-aguia.html' title='História da Águia'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/Soc6jMtg-4I/AAAAAAAAAss/S3Wy_i6-wJQ/s72-c/aguia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-8508577360171977931</id><published>2009-08-12T00:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T01:17:38.411-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragmentos de Martha Medeiros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SoJBwQBZHtI/AAAAAAAAAsY/6808F44LMAk/s1600-h/quebra+cabe%C3%A7a"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SoJBwQBZHtI/AAAAAAAAAsY/6808F44LMAk/s320/quebra+cabe%C3%A7a" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368926002969386706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;simplificar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;não exagerar os sentimentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;arriscar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;não seguir os mandamentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;vivenciar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;não mitificar os pensamentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;assimilar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;não condecorar os ferimentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;reinventar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;não copiar aos sete ventos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;amamentar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;não aprisionar os seus rebentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;uma mulher adulta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;só conhece bons momentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;me recuso a dar informações &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;sobre o paradeiro das minhas ideias malditas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;elas se escondem bem demais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;só eu sei o caminho &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;só eu sei em quem dói mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(Retirados do livro: Poesia Reunida)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-8508577360171977931?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/8508577360171977931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=8508577360171977931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/8508577360171977931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/8508577360171977931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/08/fragmentos-de-martha-medeiros.html' title='Fragmentos de Martha Medeiros'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SoJBwQBZHtI/AAAAAAAAAsY/6808F44LMAk/s72-c/quebra+cabe%C3%A7a' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-1096731368481824762</id><published>2009-08-11T18:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T18:36:10.742-03:00</updated><title type='text'>3 posts num msm dia</title><content type='html'>Bah... hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-1096731368481824762?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/1096731368481824762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=1096731368481824762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/1096731368481824762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/1096731368481824762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/08/3-posts-num-msm-dia.html' title='3 posts num msm dia'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-3381770224325307873</id><published>2009-08-11T16:38:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:06:05.428-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SERENIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Calma - Nervosismo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tristeza - Felicidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rápidez - Lentidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choro - Risos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zangado - Tranquilo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estamos sempre nessa controvérsia de que temos que viver somente no extremo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por que não conseguimos achar a serenidade vivendo com ambos? Por que tem que ser sempre o extremo de um ou do outro?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas como diz um amigo: cadum cadum Deia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Verdade! Cada um com seu cada um. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procure buscar seu equilíbrio, sua serenidade, seja em qualquer momento que estejas vivendo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu estou buscando o meu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Estranhamente compreensível e poderando toda e qualquer situação que surgir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Será que meu ímpeto está sendo domado?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SoHfRrGzsVI/AAAAAAAAAr4/5t4Cjz2ZFBw/s400/serenidade.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368817725524390226" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aprendizado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ainda falta descobrir a serenidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ainda falta dominar a ansiedade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e aprender a esperar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ainda me falta pacificar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixando o coração ficar mudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ainda falta aprender quase tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Anna Duarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-3381770224325307873?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/3381770224325307873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=3381770224325307873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/3381770224325307873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/3381770224325307873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/08/serenidade.html' title='SERENIDADE'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SoHfRrGzsVI/AAAAAAAAAr4/5t4Cjz2ZFBw/s72-c/serenidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-1804132477921959428</id><published>2009-08-11T15:55:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T18:46:09.871-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MOTIV-AÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não trago dentro em mim palavras de esperança de um mundo e vida melhor. &lt;div&gt;Não quero mais escutar frases como essa: 'quem espera sempre alcança.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NÃO!! Mil vezes NÃO!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tenho mais tempo para ESPERAR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trago dentro de mim palavras como MOTIVAÇÃO... tenho mil Motivos para gerar uma ação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ações essas que traram a minha vitória.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continuarei gerando quantas ações mais forem necessárias, até chegar onde quero... e além. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s: E lhe digo que isso não é um mero produto do meu pensamento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-1804132477921959428?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/1804132477921959428/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=1804132477921959428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/1804132477921959428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/1804132477921959428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/08/motiv-acao.html' title='MOTIV-AÇÃO'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-2799502353861419311</id><published>2009-08-11T00:39:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T14:38:29.717-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplesmente surgiu, e... pensamentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pensamentos pairam na minha mente... Desejos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;incontidos&lt;/span&gt;. Momentos vividos.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A canção toca, fecho os olhos e deixo-me levar juntamente com a melodia a lugares que nunca estive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chocolate ao lado gerando sensações mais do que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gostosas&lt;/span&gt; no meu paladar e em algum lugar mais do meu corpo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Retorno aos pensamentos e vejo quanta coisa a superar, medos a vencer, dúvidas a findar. E nesse retorno vejo também quanta coisa foi superada, moldada e transformada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já estive muito bem um dia, mas hoje estou melhor do que ontem e amanhã... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aah&lt;/span&gt; o amanhã... tudo vai se encaixar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-2799502353861419311?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/2799502353861419311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=2799502353861419311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/2799502353861419311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/2799502353861419311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/08/simplesmente-surgiu.html' title='Simplesmente surgiu, e... pensamentos'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-8416283870083774474</id><published>2009-08-08T18:28:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T19:04:38.382-03:00</updated><title type='text'>p.s</title><content type='html'>Feliz dia dos Pais, pra todos aqueles que podem ser chamados de pai.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje sem muita inspiração e vontade de escrever sobre o tema. Só tenho a dizer que sinto saudades imensa do meu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vozinho&lt;/span&gt;, que foi mais que um pai pra mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-8416283870083774474?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/8416283870083774474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=8416283870083774474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/8416283870083774474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/8416283870083774474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/08/ps.html' title='p.s'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-6934388629766513985</id><published>2009-08-06T19:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:39:25.639-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Isso te surpreende também?</title><content type='html'>Perguntaram ao Dalai Lama...&lt;div&gt;"O que mais te surpreende na humanidade?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Os homens... Porque perdem a saúde para juntar dinheiro, depois perdem o dinheiro para recuperar a saúde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E por pensarem ansiosamente no futuro, esquecem do presente de tal forma que acabam por não viver nem o presente nem o futuro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E vivem como se nunca fossem morrer.... e morrem como se nunca tivessem vivido.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-6934388629766513985?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/6934388629766513985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=6934388629766513985&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/6934388629766513985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/6934388629766513985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/08/isso-te-surpreende-tambem.html' title='Isso te surpreende também?'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-7663038199256629979</id><published>2009-08-03T20:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:11:00.542-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gestos que fazem diferença!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Você já falou pra alguém hoje o quanto você o(a) ama?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já falou o quanto ele(a) é importante pra você?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você sabia o valor de um oi pro seu amigo(a)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faça algum gesto de carinho hoje, de um oi, fale eu te amo, diga o quanto ele(a) é importante pra você... seja o que for, mas faça!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vai fazer uma diferença enorme na vida de alguém!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SndiQvMzpZI/AAAAAAAAArY/ZHBMSV5bPo0/s400/0001.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 383px; height: 248px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365865520722847122" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-7663038199256629979?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/7663038199256629979/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=7663038199256629979&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/7663038199256629979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/7663038199256629979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/08/gestos-que-fazem-diferenca.html' title='Gestos que fazem diferença!'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SndiQvMzpZI/AAAAAAAAArY/ZHBMSV5bPo0/s72-c/0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-25885430568484967</id><published>2009-07-30T10:35:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T10:55:12.605-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais algumas fotos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MARATAIZES - ES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SnGlNzzhp6I/AAAAAAAAArA/xGt_YBv9UJk/s1600-h/Marataizes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SnGlNzzhp6I/AAAAAAAAArA/xGt_YBv9UJk/s400/Marataizes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364250287838177186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SÃO PEDRO DA ALDEIA - RJ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SnGlWC0sYKI/AAAAAAAAArI/VLJ0WuuzgbQ/s400/S%C3%A3o+Pedro+da+Aldeia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364250429308559522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SnGlNzzhp6I/AAAAAAAAArA/xGt_YBv9UJk/s1600-h/Marataizes.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BÚZIOS - RJ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SnGlNzzhp6I/AAAAAAAAArA/xGt_YBv9UJk/s1600-h/Marataizes.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SnGlNzzhp6I/AAAAAAAAArA/xGt_YBv9UJk/s1600-h/Marataizes.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SnGlN72Aq5I/AAAAAAAAAq4/OPzSjxJ7yMM/s1600-h/Buzios.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SnGlN72Aq5I/AAAAAAAAAq4/OPzSjxJ7yMM/s1600-h/Buzios.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SnGlN72Aq5I/AAAAAAAAAq4/OPzSjxJ7yMM/s400/Buzios.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364250289996082066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-25885430568484967?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/25885430568484967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=25885430568484967&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/25885430568484967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/25885430568484967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/07/mais-algumas-fotos.html' title='Mais algumas fotos...'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SnGlNzzhp6I/AAAAAAAAArA/xGt_YBv9UJk/s72-c/Marataizes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-4456451612572468191</id><published>2009-07-26T17:12:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T19:15:38.277-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Brasil é Campeão da Liga Mundial de Volei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SmzN8RoVXEI/AAAAAAAAAqg/exbKMsf0lDA/s1600-h/volei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SmzN8RoVXEI/AAAAAAAAAqg/exbKMsf0lDA/s400/volei.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362887691699838018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;DRAMÁTICO!  ELECTRIZANTE!  EMOCIONANTE!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O jogo da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;seleção&lt;/span&gt; brasileira de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;volei&lt;/span&gt; masculino contra a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;seleção&lt;/span&gt; da Sérvia foi tudo isso e muito mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu e meu pai &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pareciamos&lt;/span&gt; dois loucos aqui assistindo, opinando, reclamando, torcendo e vibrando com cada ponto alcançado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi uma final emocionante, onde não faltaram erros e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;muuuitos&lt;/span&gt; da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;arbritagem&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teve também um momento &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;polêmico&lt;/span&gt;: o jogador &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Murilo&lt;/span&gt; bloqueia e a bola volta nitidamente na cabeça do sérvio e vai pra fora, mas o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;árbrito&lt;/span&gt; deu o ponto pra Sérvia, pra desespero do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bernardinho&lt;/span&gt;. A mesa chamou o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;árbrito&lt;/span&gt; que dá o ponto para o Brasil. Mas o Brasil não aproveitou o momento e a Sérvia venceu o quarto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;set&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A decisão foi para o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;break&lt;/span&gt;, onde foi pura emoção, tendo até defesa com o pé do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Lucão&lt;/span&gt;, mas a Sérvia se manteve a frente na pontuação. O Brasil reage e conseguiu reverter a desvantagem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O 15° ponto não poderia vir das mãos de ninguém mais ninguém menos que o &lt;b&gt;M A R A V I L H O S O&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Giba&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brasil é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;OCTACAMPEÃO&lt;/span&gt; da Liga Mundial, se igualando a Itália em recordes de títulos conquistados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a emoção não parou por ai, o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;líbero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Serginho&lt;/span&gt; foi eleito o melhor jogador da Liga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valeu Brasil!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SmzOOP5aMsI/AAAAAAAAAqo/az5hNRO9iYM/s400/serginho+e+bruninho.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362888000472232642" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Imagens: http://globoesporte.globo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-4456451612572468191?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/4456451612572468191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=4456451612572468191&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/4456451612572468191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/4456451612572468191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/07/brasil-e-campeao-da-liga-mundial-de.html' title='Brasil é Campeão da Liga Mundial de Volei'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SmzN8RoVXEI/AAAAAAAAAqg/exbKMsf0lDA/s72-c/volei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-5983253411702405</id><published>2009-07-26T15:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T16:28:25.296-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia dos Avós... "com muitas saudades"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SmyqK8lXddI/AAAAAAAAAqY/fLtqn9t0zIs/s1600-h/avos6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SmyqK8lXddI/AAAAAAAAAqY/fLtqn9t0zIs/s200/avos6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362848361329685970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Hoje comemora-se o dia dos avós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que vem a sua cabeça quando recorda dos seus? Carinho, proteção, cuidado, almoços de domingos, mimos, paciência... Na minha vem isso e muito mais. Tenho uma recordação muito especial, o dia em que ela pegou no cólo o seu tataraneto... seus olhos brilharam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adorava quando uma das minhas avós contava histórias da vida dela. Uma mulher adorável, muito a frente da sua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;época&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E meu avô que fazia todas as nossas vontades, cantava umas musicas que minha mãe não gostava nada nada, hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Belas lembranças...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A única coisa que sinto falta é não ter conhecido meu avô paterno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vô e Vós... amo-os demais e à minha avó Jacira, você vai ser sempre um exemplo de vida.&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Resolvi postar este texto em homenagem aos meus, que foram muito mais que avós, foram pai e mãe, pois devido o trabalho dos meus pais tomavam conta de mim e da minha irmã. Uma das melhores épocas da minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SmyggFwKlkI/AAAAAAAAApw/KclhDpzPVFA/s400/nossosavos.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 144px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362837729451873858" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AVÓS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nos passa experiências&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Têm toda paciência&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sempre com boa vontade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E com muita felicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Já viveram e sofreram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Criaram e educaram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Também muito trabalharam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para a família criarem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sempre ofertam amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Têm boa vontade e humor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nunca pensam só em si&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;São os nossos avós enfim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feliz quem ainda os tem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E com amor os mantém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pois são dádivas de Deus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que devem estar sempre com os seus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Devem ser respeitados &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E também muito amados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dando-lhes muita atenção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E toda dedicação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Sandra Mamede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fonte: &lt;a href="http://www.portaldafamilia.org.br/datas/avos/poemaavos.shtml"&gt;Portal da Família&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-5983253411702405?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Essa ai é uma homenagem para a minha amiga Silvia, kkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-3667306196403168162?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/3667306196403168162/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=3667306196403168162&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 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type='text'>Evian Roller Babies - os novos Cuti Cuti da net</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Uma fórmula que deu certo... Se é a fonte da juventude eu não sei, mas eis ai um comercial que vale a pena assitir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com a ajuda dos efeitos 3d, os bebês viraram patinadores cheios de marra... mas quem assiste nem percebe que o comercial é sobre água.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este comercial nos fez provar mais uma vez que fazer um comercial infalível é só colocar neném, ou belos bichinhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assista e dê muitas risadas com esses bêbes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XQcVllWpwGs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XQcVllWpwGs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-6206986675572690303?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/6206986675572690303/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=6206986675572690303&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/6206986675572690303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/6206986675572690303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/07/evian-roller-babies-os-novos-cuti-cuti.html' title='Evian Roller Babies - os novos Cuti Cuti da net'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-2091643184070500031</id><published>2009-07-22T22:40:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T04:10:34.274-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Foto do Dia: Cristo Redentor iluminado pela Lua.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Eis ai uma imagem onde essa expressão cai como uma luva... Uma imagem vale mais que mil Palavras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liiinda d+.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/Sme_nm8DeMI/AAAAAAAAAog/SQgGLaJBTQ0/s1600-h/Foto_Lua_no_RJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/Sme_nm8DeMI/AAAAAAAAAog/SQgGLaJBTQ0/s400/Foto_Lua_no_RJ.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361464568596101314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Foto retirada da Internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-2091643184070500031?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/2091643184070500031/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=2091643184070500031&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/2091643184070500031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/2091643184070500031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/07/foto-do-dia.html' title='Foto do Dia: Cristo Redentor iluminado pela Lua.'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/Sme_nm8DeMI/AAAAAAAAAog/SQgGLaJBTQ0/s72-c/Foto_Lua_no_RJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-5882780107820597891</id><published>2009-07-20T11:27:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T16:57:41.547-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos para Sempre!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kyzZ_TlnyHQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kyzZ_TlnyHQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Aos meus amigos de ontem, hj e sempre. Amo vcs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Obrigado por me aturar, ajudar, perdoar, amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;To aqui pro que der e vier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;Dedico aos novos amigos q aqui conquistei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-5882780107820597891?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/5882780107820597891/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=5882780107820597891&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/5882780107820597891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/5882780107820597891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/07/amigos-para-sempre.html' title='Amigos para Sempre!'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-1027662749496691820</id><published>2009-07-18T20:50:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:20:58.824-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um pouco de Fotos do Rio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Um pouco de tudo: Pão de açúcar, Enseada de Botafogo, Praia de Copa, Zona Sul, Cemitério...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SmJfnLKteEI/AAAAAAAAAnY/8fWpi9bZ-y4/s400/DSC02739.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359951633141561410" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SmJaetW_QXI/AAAAAAAAAnA/YsZNqSO2dIs/s1600-h/DSC02359.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paisagem linda: Forte, praia e o moro do Pão de açúcar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SmJaetW_QXI/AAAAAAAAAnA/YsZNqSO2dIs/s400/DSC02359.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359945990142902642" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                       Esta foto ficou maravilhosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SmJiS-mcCJI/AAAAAAAAAnw/T29KWGB7rNo/s400/DSC02445.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359954584705697938" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um pouco de tudo: Enseada de Botafogo, primeiro bondinho, praia de Copa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SmJdgqjE6dI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/uTyObvReNTE/s400/DSC02498.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359949322282920402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nas próximas colocarei fotos das praias lindíssimas da famosa Região Litorânea do Rio, conhecida como região dos lagos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-1027662749496691820?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/1027662749496691820/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=1027662749496691820&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/1027662749496691820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/1027662749496691820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/07/mais-um-pouco-de-fotos-do-rio.html' title='Mais um pouco de Fotos do Rio'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SmJfnLKteEI/AAAAAAAAAnY/8fWpi9bZ-y4/s72-c/DSC02739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-5907530522616512772</id><published>2009-07-18T17:10:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:21:46.080-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases do Dia</title><content type='html'>Fiz um acordo de coexistência pacífica com o tempo: nem ele me persegue, nem eu fujo dele, um dia a gente se encontra.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mário Lago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aprender é a única coisa de que a mente nunca se cansa, nunca tem medo e nunca se arrepende&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Leonardo da Vinci &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O mais difícil não é escrever muito: é dizer tudo, escrevendo pouco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Júlio Dantas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/3624998607305268889-5907530522616512772?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/5907530522616512772/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=5907530522616512772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/5907530522616512772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/5907530522616512772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/07/frases-do-dia_18.html' title='Frases do Dia'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-4046284185429101489</id><published>2009-07-16T16:00:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T16:12:22.019-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resolvi postar algumas fotos desse meu Rio lindo e maravilhoso. Para aqueles que não conhecem, vou apresentando aos poucos o Rio e algumas fotos da região dos lagos. Prometo que assim que eu estiver liberada pra andar vou bombardear este blog com fotos. Vou pra tudo quanto é canto, rs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não esperem muito, porque não sou fotógrafa, mas amo tirar fotos. E quer lugar melhor do que esse pra fotografar!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na próxima prometo que adiciono mais imagens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Calçadão de Copacabana 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SlrzEfhU0BI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/rTziMVBiLNw/s320/DSC02296.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357861965216927762" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Calçadão de Copacabana 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/Slrp_xfhuHI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ULH7pOj5dF0/s320/DSC02300.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357851988537227378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; 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Canhões&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SlrtTA7FNgI/AAAAAAAAAkg/sMvDrGoYdwY/s320/DSC02326.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357855617631729154" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foto tirada dentro do Forte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/Slrw9YfcO9I/AAAAAAAAAkw/t-YJyQ_vuZ0/s320/DSC02331.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357859644047637458" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Outra foto tirada dentro do Forte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SlrxkpR922I/AAAAAAAAAk4/QG6y0yk_hoI/s320/DSC02332.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357860318569421666" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forte de Copacabana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SlrzbfEZKmI/AAAAAAAAAlY/6mGUMufiPxI/s320/DSC02351.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357862360232569442" /&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/3624998607305268889-4046284185429101489?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/4046284185429101489/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=4046284185429101489&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/4046284185429101489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/4046284185429101489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/07/fotos.html' title='Fotos'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SlrzEfhU0BI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/rTziMVBiLNw/s72-c/DSC02296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-5111874775807340773</id><published>2009-07-12T19:55:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:59:47.086-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pôxa Flamengo! Esse era o título do post, mas vamos modificar para I LIKE HAPPY MELODY!!! Uhu!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Alguém por favor me explique porque esse time não consegue segurar o resultado, mesmo com um homem a mais no campo?!?!  AAAAhhhhh!!!  Saco!!!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flamengo a parte, hoje o domingo tá tão gostoso. Um friozinho bom pra ficar em casa debaixo do edredom, tomando um choco quente e vendo um bom filme ou lendo um bom livro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s: Hoje eu tô me sentindo tão beem, tão zeen. É tão bom quando tudo conspira para a nossa felicidade não é mesmo gente?!? Mesmo com a derrota do flamengo, rs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você me pergunta se vai ser pra sempre isso?! (E já vou cortando os que fizerem graça perguntando se é sobre a derrota do Fla... palhaços, recalcados)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com certeza não!!  Porque a vida é feita de momentos; então eu vou aproveitar cada segundo desse momento que a mesma está me proporcionando e sei que vem mais por ai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigado Deus!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SlpvBWyWHnI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/TqHjDW82xys/s400/orando.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357716775797923442" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s2: Pensei em adicionar um vídeo com o hino do flamengo, rs.  Mas optei por não. Quando fizerem por merecer eu adiciono. Decidi pelo vídeo dessa música que é bem MARA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s3:  Gente o vídeo fica pra próxima, porque só aparece mensagem de erro. Vou tentar mais tarde. Qualquer coisa dah uma olhadinha =&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1eHD_FtIUVg"&gt; I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yours&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jason&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s4: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Genteee&lt;/span&gt;, eu sei que o Flamengo empatou com o São Paulo, mas na minha concepção soou como uma derrota. Pelo 'mole' que deram. Explicado então?!? Sem reclamações pelo msn meus queridos companheiros flamenguistas, hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1eHD_FtIUVg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1eHD_FtIUVg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;uhuuu!!! Consegui postar o vídeo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-5111874775807340773?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/5111874775807340773/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=5111874775807340773&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/5111874775807340773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/5111874775807340773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/07/poxa-flamengo-esse-era-o-titulo-mas.html' title='Pôxa Flamengo! 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Uhu!!'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SlpvBWyWHnI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/TqHjDW82xys/s72-c/orando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-6995832196558598629</id><published>2009-07-11T17:50:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T01:40:47.979-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases Dignas de Prêmio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;'Se o horário oficial é o de Brasília, por que a gente tem que trabalhar na segunda e na sexta?' -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Dorival Caymi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;'O que te engorda não é o que você come entre o Natal e o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Ano Novo, mas o que você come entre o Ano Novo e o Natal'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Solange Couto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;'Para seu marido não acordar com a macaca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Depile-se'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; Cláudia Ohana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;'O homem é um ser tão dependente que até pra ser corno precisa da ajuda da mulher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Pra ser viúvo também'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; Principe Charles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;'Por maior que seja o buraco em que você se encontra, pense que, por enquanto, ainda não há terra em cima'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; Dercy Gonçalves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;'Cabelo ruim é igual a bandido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Ou tá preso ou tá armado'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Ronaldinho Gaúcho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;'Preguiçoso é o dono da sauna, que vive do suor dos outros'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Roberto Justus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;'Não me considere o chefe, considere-me apenas um colega de trabalho que sempre tem razão'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; Galvão Bueno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;'Malandro é o pato, que já nasce com os dedos colados para não usar aliança'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; Zeca Pagodinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;'Se um dia a vida lhe der as costas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Passe a mão na bunda dela' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Paulo Cesar Pereio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;'Os psiquiatras dizem que uma em cada quatro pessoas tem alguma deficiência mental...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Fique de olho em três dos seus amigos. Se eles parecerem normais, retardado é você' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Antônio Palocci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;'Todo mundo tem cliente. Só traficante e analista de sistemas é que tem usuário' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Bill Gates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;'Mulher de amigo meu é igual a muro alto... ..sei que é perigoso, m&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;as eu trepo' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; Chico Buarque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;'Casamento começa em motel e termina em pensão'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; Romário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;'Seja legal com seus filhos. São eles que vão escolher seu asilo' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Itamar Franco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Antigamente, o homossexualismo era proibido no Brasil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Depois, passou a ser tolerado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Hoje é aceito como coisa normal... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Eu vou-me embora antes que se torne obrigatório' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; Arnaldo Jabor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;'Passar a mulher pra trás é fácil. O difícil é passar adiante' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Eduardo Suplicy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;'O Brasil está igual a carro velho: para subir não tem força, para descer não tem freio' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Dilma Roussef.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;'Fumo maconha, mas não trago, quem traz é um amigo meu'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;  - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Marcelo Anthony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Me pergunto que tipo de prêmio seria???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Oh duvida cruel!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SlkFVetmy2I/AAAAAAAAAig/sV1Jg4Sf4KU/s320/Ganhador-do-trofeu-abacaxi.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357319098313657186" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-6995832196558598629?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/6995832196558598629/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=6995832196558598629&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/6995832196558598629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/6995832196558598629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/07/frases-dignas-de-premio.html' title='Frases Dignas de Prêmio'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SlkFVetmy2I/AAAAAAAAAig/sV1Jg4Sf4KU/s72-c/Ganhador-do-trofeu-abacaxi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-8954711975541345698</id><published>2009-07-09T22:10:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:27:25.439-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esse ai vai apanhar em casa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SlaV9o2IEHI/AAAAAAAAAiI/RgBK98uWlo4/s1600-h/obama+se+perde_reuters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SlaV9o2IEHI/AAAAAAAAAiI/RgBK98uWlo4/s400/obama+se+perde_reuters.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356633692972781682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Shiii.&lt;div&gt;E agora hein sr presidente?!?  &lt;div&gt;Qual explicação dada?&lt;div&gt;hehehe&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/3624998607305268889-8954711975541345698?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/8954711975541345698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=8954711975541345698&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/8954711975541345698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/8954711975541345698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/07/esse-ai-vai-apanhar-em-casa.html' title='Esse ai vai apanhar em casa!'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SlaV9o2IEHI/AAAAAAAAAiI/RgBK98uWlo4/s72-c/obama+se+perde_reuters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-59298856672028878</id><published>2009-07-08T20:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:13:32.316-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase do Dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Seja como for o que penses, creio que é melhor dizê-lo com boas palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SlUnRlSVgRI/AAAAAAAAAhY/2CeRewiejvY/s400/bejo.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 243px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356230514847351058" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-59298856672028878?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/59298856672028878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=59298856672028878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/59298856672028878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/59298856672028878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/07/frases-do-dia.html' title='Frase do Dia'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SlUnRlSVgRI/AAAAAAAAAhY/2CeRewiejvY/s72-c/bejo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-4097471389865639553</id><published>2009-07-07T14:31:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T14:56:22.100-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Concursos públicos: 4 mil vagas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SlOKMoiP0zI/AAAAAAAAAgo/NDCxaYHSjXU/s1600-h/concurso-publico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SlOKMoiP0zI/AAAAAAAAAgo/NDCxaYHSjXU/s400/concurso-publico.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355776331517776690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" line-height: 18px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68);  font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h1  style=" margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 25px; padding-left: 0px; float: left; width: 500px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 26px; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal !important; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;cursos públicos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="post-content"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0em; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; float: left; width: 500px;  line-height: 22px; font-size:1.1875em;"&gt;&lt;div id="HOTWordsTxt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;O mês de julho chegou trazendo boa notícia para os candidatos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="HOTWordsTxt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;a concurso público: pelo menos sete editais estão previstos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="HOTWordsTxt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;para serem publicados nas próximas semanas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="HOTWordsTxt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; Cedae, Polícia Rodoviária Federal, Comlurb, Prefeitura de Belford Roxo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="HOTWordsTxt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Polícia Civil, Hospital Antonio Pedro e Ministério do Planejamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="HOTWordsTxt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; são as seleções aguardadas. Juntos, os sete editais irão abrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="HOTWordsTxt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; mais de 4 mil vagas em funções de todos os níveis de escolaridade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="HOTWordsTxt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="HOTWordsTxt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="HOTWordsTxt"&gt;&lt;div id="HOTWordsTxt"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;RIO DE JANEIRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;COLÉGIO PEDRO II&lt;br /&gt;Vagas: 21&lt;br /&gt;Salário: R$ 3.542&lt;br /&gt;Escolaridade: Nível Superior&lt;br /&gt;Prazo: até 10 de julho&lt;br /&gt;Inscrição: no local&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;UFRJ&lt;br /&gt;Vagas: 397&lt;br /&gt;Salário: até R$ 1.747&lt;br /&gt;Escolaridade: Médio, Técnico e Superior&lt;br /&gt;Prazo: até 2 de agosto&lt;br /&gt;Inscrição: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nce.ufrj.br/concursos" target="_blank" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(99, 99, 99); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;www.nce.ufrj.br/concursos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;UNIRIO&lt;br /&gt;Vagas: 11&lt;br /&gt;Salário: até R$4.117,35&lt;br /&gt;Escolaridade: Nível Superior&lt;br /&gt;Prazo: até 4 de agosto&lt;br /&gt;Inscrição: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unirio.br/concursos" target="_blank" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(99, 99, 99); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;www.unirio.br/concursos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;PREFEITURA DE SÃO GONÇALO&lt;br /&gt;Vagas: 397&lt;br /&gt;Salário: até R$ 3.570&lt;br /&gt;Escolaridade: Fundamental ao Superior&lt;br /&gt;Prazo: 6 a 31 de julho&lt;br /&gt;Inscrição: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fundacaouniverso.com.br/" target="_blank" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(99, 99, 99); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;www.fundacaouniverso.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;FAETEC&lt;br /&gt;Vagas: 133&lt;br /&gt;Salário: até R$ 1.620&lt;br /&gt;Escolaridade: Médio e Superior&lt;br /&gt;Edital: em breve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;UFF&lt;br /&gt;Vagas: mais de 400&lt;br /&gt;Salário: até R$ 1.400&lt;br /&gt;Escolaridade: Médio e Superior&lt;br /&gt;Edital: em breve&lt;br /&gt;Inscrição: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.coseac.uff.br" target="_blank" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(99, 99, 99); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;http://http://www.coseac.uff.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;COMLURB&lt;br /&gt;Vagas: 600, mais cadastro&lt;br /&gt;Salário: R$ 876&lt;br /&gt;Escolaridade: Nível Fundamental&lt;br /&gt;Edital: em julho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;POLÍCIA CIVIL&lt;br /&gt;Vagas: 1.500&lt;br /&gt;Salário: R$ 1.552&lt;br /&gt;Escolaridade: Nível Superior&lt;br /&gt;Edital: em breve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;POLÍCIA CIVIL - DELEGADO&lt;br /&gt;Vagas: 150&lt;br /&gt;Salário: R$ 7.300&lt;br /&gt;Escolaridade: Nível Superior&lt;br /&gt;Edital: em julho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;CEDAE&lt;br /&gt;Vagas: 162&lt;br /&gt;Escolaridade: Médio e Superior&lt;br /&gt;Inscrição: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ceperj.rj.gov.br/" target="_blank" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(99, 99, 99); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;www.ceperj.rj.gov.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edital: em julho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;PREFEITURA DE BELFORD ROXO&lt;br /&gt;Vagas: 1.819&lt;br /&gt;Salário: até R$ 1.210&lt;br /&gt;Escolaridade: Fundamental ao Superior&lt;br /&gt;Inscrição: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ceperj.rj.gov.br/" target="_blank" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(99, 99, 99); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;www.ceperj.rj.gov.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edital: em breve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;PREFEITURA DE ITAGUAÍ&lt;br /&gt;Vagas: 1.703&lt;br /&gt;Salário: até R$ 2.678&lt;br /&gt;Escolaridade: Fundamental ao Superior&lt;br /&gt;Edital: em breve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;PREFEITURA DE MESQUITA&lt;br /&gt;Vagas: cadastro&lt;br /&gt;Salário: até R$ 1.026&lt;br /&gt;Escolaridade: Fundamental ao Superior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;MINAS GERAIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;FEDERAL DE JUIZ DE FORA&lt;br /&gt;Vagas: 77&lt;br /&gt;Salário: até R$ 1.747&lt;br /&gt;Escolaridade: diversos níveis&lt;br /&gt;Prazo: até 10 de julho&lt;br /&gt;Inscrição: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.concurso.ufjf.br/" target="_blank" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(99, 99, 99); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;www.concurso.ufjf.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;PREFEITURA DE TRÊS MARIAS&lt;br /&gt;Vagas: 410&lt;br /&gt;Salário: até R$ 2.806&lt;br /&gt;Escolaridade: Fundamental ao Superior&lt;br /&gt;Prazo: até 5 de julho&lt;br /&gt;Inscrição: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.primafaceconcursos.com.br/" target="_blank" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(99, 99, 99); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;www.primafaceconcursos.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;SÃO PAULO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;SECRET. DE FAZENDA DE SÃO PAULO&lt;br /&gt;Vagas: 600&lt;br /&gt;Salário: R$ 6.806&lt;br /&gt;Escolaridade: Nível Médio&lt;br /&gt;Prazo: até 17 de julho&lt;br /&gt;Inscrição: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.concursofcc.com.br/" target="_blank" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(99, 99, 99); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;www.concursofcc.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;IAMSPE&lt;br /&gt;Vagas: 438&lt;br /&gt;Salário: até R$ 2.180&lt;br /&gt;Escolaridade: Níveis Médio e Superior&lt;br /&gt;Prazo: 13 de julho a 10 de agosto&lt;br /&gt;Inscrição: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vunesp.com.br/" target="_blank" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(99, 99, 99); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;www.vunesp.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;ÁREA FEDERAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;SARGENTO DO EXÉRCITO&lt;br /&gt;Vagas: 1.216&lt;br /&gt;Salário: R$ 2.962&lt;br /&gt;Escolaridade: Nível Médio&lt;br /&gt;Prazo: até 14 de agosto&lt;br /&gt;Inscrição: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.esa.ensino.eb.br/" target="_blank" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(99, 99, 99); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;www.esa.ensino.eb.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;AERONÁUTICA&lt;br /&gt;Vagas: 115&lt;br /&gt;Escolaridade: Nível Superior&lt;br /&gt;Prazo: 3 de julho&lt;br /&gt;Inscrição: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ciaar.com.br/" target="_blank" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(99, 99, 99); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;www.ciaar.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;MINISTÉRIO DA JUSTIÇA&lt;br /&gt;Vagas: 450&lt;br /&gt;Escolaridade: Médio e Superior&lt;br /&gt;Salário: até R$ 2.525&lt;br /&gt;Prazo: até 17 de julho&lt;br /&gt;Inscrição: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funrio.org.br/" target="_blank" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(99, 99, 99); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;www.funrio.org.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;MINISTÉRIO DO PLANEJAMENTO&lt;br /&gt;Vagas: 100&lt;br /&gt;Salário: R$ 10.905,76&lt;br /&gt;Escolaridade: Nível Superior&lt;br /&gt;Prazo: até 12 de julho&lt;br /&gt;Inscrição: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.esaf.fazenda.gov.br/" target="_blank" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(99, 99, 99); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;www.esaf.fazenda.gov.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;BANCO CENTRAL&lt;br /&gt;Vagas: 20&lt;br /&gt;Salário: R$ 14.549&lt;br /&gt;Escolaridade: Nível Superior&lt;br /&gt;Prazo: 13 de julho a 4 de agosto&lt;br /&gt;Inscrição: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cespe.unb.br/concursos" target="_blank" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(99, 99, 99); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;www.cespe.unb.br/concursos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;POLÍCIA FEDERAL&lt;br /&gt;Vagas: 600&lt;br /&gt;Salário: até R$ 7.514,33&lt;br /&gt;Escolaridade: Nível Superior&lt;br /&gt;Edital: em agosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;ENAP&lt;br /&gt;Vagas: 45&lt;br /&gt;Escolaridade: Nível Superior&lt;br /&gt;Edital: em breve&lt;br /&gt;Inscrição: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.concursosfcc.com.br/" target="_blank" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(99, 99, 99); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;www.concursosfcc.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;MINISTÉRIO DO PLANEJAMENTO&lt;br /&gt;Vagas: 517&lt;br /&gt;Salário: R$ 2.067&lt;br /&gt;Escolaridade: Nível Médio&lt;br /&gt;Inscrição: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funrio.org.br/" target="_blank" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(99, 99, 99); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;www.funrio.org.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edital: em breve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;DNOCS&lt;br /&gt;Vagas: 82&lt;br /&gt;Escolaridade: Médio e Superior&lt;br /&gt;Edital: em breve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;RECEITA FEDERAL&lt;br /&gt;Vagas: 1.150&lt;br /&gt;Salário: até R$ 13.067&lt;br /&gt;Escolaridade: Nível Superior&lt;br /&gt;Edital: em breve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;POLÍCIA RODOVIÁRIA FEDERAL&lt;br /&gt;Vagas: 750&lt;br /&gt;Salário: R$ 5.620&lt;br /&gt;Escolaridade: Superior&lt;br /&gt;Edital: em julho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;MINISTÉRIO DA EDUCAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;Vagas: 290&lt;br /&gt;Escolaridade: Médio e Superior&lt;br /&gt;Edital: em breve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;IPHAN&lt;br /&gt;Vagas: 187&lt;br /&gt;Salário: R$ 3.257&lt;br /&gt;Escolaridade: Médio e Superior&lt;br /&gt;Edital: em breve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;MINISTÉRIO DA AGRICULTURA&lt;br /&gt;Vagas: 279&lt;br /&gt;Escolaridade: Médio e Superior&lt;br /&gt;Edital: em breve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;COBRA TECNOLOGIA&lt;br /&gt;Vagas: mais de 7 mil&lt;br /&gt;Escolaridade: Fundamental&lt;br /&gt;ao Superior&lt;br /&gt;Inscrição: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.esppconcursos.com.br/" target="_blank" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(99, 99, 99); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;www.esppconcursos.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edital: em breve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;DEFENSORIA PÚBLICA DA UNIÃO&lt;br /&gt;Vagas: 173&lt;br /&gt;Escolaridade: Nível Superior&lt;br /&gt;Edital: em breve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;HOSPITAL DAS FORÇAS ARMADAS&lt;br /&gt;Vagas: 287&lt;br /&gt;Escolaridade: Níveis Médio e Superior&lt;br /&gt;Edital: em breve&lt;br /&gt;Inscrição: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.universa.org.br/" target="_blank" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(99, 99, 99); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;www.universa.org.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;CASA DA MOEDA&lt;br /&gt;Vagas: a definir&lt;br /&gt;Escolaridade: Níveis Médio e Superior&lt;br /&gt;Edital: até outubro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;FONTE: O DIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproveite a oportunidade!&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;=========//=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-4097471389865639553?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/4097471389865639553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=4097471389865639553&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/4097471389865639553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/4097471389865639553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/07/concursos-publicos-4-mil-vagas.html' title='Concursos públicos: 4 mil vagas'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SlOKMoiP0zI/AAAAAAAAAgo/NDCxaYHSjXU/s72-c/concurso-publico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-1698170970875038545</id><published>2009-07-02T03:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T21:03:26.148-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AUSÊNCIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Essa vida de não ter "nada" pra fazer dá nisso, rs... lendo, procurando, estudando... e numa dessas encontrei essa crônica de Carlos Drummond de Andrade. Adorei !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/Sk_ttUoE2XI/AAAAAAAAAfs/gu7GXP07MQc/s320/vazio.png" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354759844853504370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Por muito tempo achei que a ausência é falta.&lt;div&gt;E lastimava, ignorante, a falta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje não a lastimo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não há falta na ausênsia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A ausênsia é um estar em mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E sinto-a, branca, tão pegada, aconchegada nos meus braços,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que rio e danço e invento exclamações alegres,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque a ausênsia assimilada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ninguém a rouba mais de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-1698170970875038545?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/1698170970875038545/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=1698170970875038545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/1698170970875038545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/1698170970875038545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/07/ausencia.html' title='AUSÊNCIA'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/Sk_ttUoE2XI/AAAAAAAAAfs/gu7GXP07MQc/s72-c/vazio.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-4999738474124837639</id><published>2009-06-28T21:35:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T00:15:08.363-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bons tempos!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Saudades...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Das minhas vozinhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da minha dinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De brincar de pique-pega, pique-cola, pique-esconde... tantos piques, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Das festinhas da escola.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do tempo em que não tinha contas pra pagar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do meu amigo de infância que se mudou pra nunca mais voltar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De pular corda no pátio da escola.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;EBI&lt;/span&gt; e Grupo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mirim&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Das paixões na época da escola.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Das tentativas em aprender a jogar pião.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da oficina de Teatro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dos tempos em que ficávamos na praça comendo "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;podrão&lt;/span&gt;", &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;rs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Das festinhas da 'Cúpula'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Das minhas amigas que se mudaram pra longe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daquela &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cidadezinha&lt;/span&gt; de Minas Gerais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dos 'acampamentos' que eu e meus primos fazíamos no terraço imaginando ser uma floresta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De assar batata-doce na fogueira feita na rua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da época da festa da Penha em que eu e todos os primos íamos pro Parque Shangai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Das professoras Regina Helena, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Geiza&lt;/span&gt; e Conceição.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da época em que no Natal íamos nas casas dos vizinhos pra dar aquele forte abraço, porque era de todo sincero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do seu ombro naquelas noites, gostoso e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;aconchegante&lt;/span&gt; como o de ninguém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dos dias em que começava a escrever a lista de nome de todos os meus primos pra irmos ao Centro da cidade pra comprarmos presentes para dar no dia das crianças.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da loucura naquela van.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Das dispustas dos jogos de video-game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do dia em que tinha todos os meus primos em casa, para a 'farra dos presentes'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da época em que você podia ir e vir nos lugares, sem tanta preocupação com a violência ou tiroteios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do meu óculos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Das disputas pra saber quem pulava mais elástico, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;amarelinha&lt;/span&gt; ou corda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com saudades e felicidade digo que esses foram bons tempos!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-4999738474124837639?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/4999738474124837639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=4999738474124837639&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/4999738474124837639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/4999738474124837639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/06/bons-tempos.html' title='Bons tempos!!!'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-3808027701899652602</id><published>2009-06-28T21:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:37:39.544-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma vez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OBjCGy9uU0U&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OBjCGy9uU0U&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Necessita falar algo mais?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-3808027701899652602?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/3808027701899652602/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=3808027701899652602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/3808027701899652602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/3808027701899652602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/06/mais-uma-vez.html' title='Mais uma vez'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-6699683172324168972</id><published>2009-06-25T21:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:43:18.423-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson morre aos 50 anos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O cantor e compositor Michael Jackson, 50, morreu na tarde desta quinta-feira (25),&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; após sofrer uma parada cardíaca em sua casa, em Los Angeles. Segundo o jornal "Los Angeles Times", os médicos do hospital da Universidade da Califórnia confirmaram a morte do cantor, que teria chegado ao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; local em coma profundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;De acordo com o jornal, Jackson não estava respirando quando os&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; paramédicos chegaram a sua residência, em Holmby Hills, por volta das 12h20 (horário local). Michae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;l recebeu uma massagem cardiopulmonar ainda na ambulância e seguiu direto ao hospital da Universidade da Califórnia, que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; fica a dois minutos da casa do cantor. O cantor estava preparando sua volta aos pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;lcos para uma série de 50 shows em Londres, a partir do dia 13 de julho, com ingressos esgotados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://musica.uol.com.br/ultnot/2009/06/25/michael-jackson.jhtm"&gt;Uol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:georgia;font-size:13px;"&gt;Em mim fica  a lembrança desse Michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mgAcx_aiPrA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mgAcx_aiPrA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/3624998607305268889-6699683172324168972?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/6699683172324168972/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=6699683172324168972&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/6699683172324168972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/6699683172324168972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson-morre-aos-50-anos.html' title='Michael Jackson morre aos 50 anos'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-5584378393204417481</id><published>2009-06-25T18:59:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T21:06:17.056-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Doida ou Santa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/Sk_uZ1O18VI/AAAAAAAAAf4/-gTXMEBQ5lc/s1600-h/so-uma-mulher-sabe-o-que-e-ser-mulher-2753155-20478-thumb-570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/Sk_uZ1O18VI/AAAAAAAAAf4/-gTXMEBQ5lc/s400/so-uma-mulher-sabe-o-que-e-ser-mulher-2753155-20478-thumb-570.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354760609520283986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SkPyUHhcsgI/AAAAAAAAAXo/p0J9Q76nnPc/s1600-h/so-uma-mulher-sabe-o-que-e-ser-mulher-2753155-20478-thumb-570.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;Doida ou Santa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Toda mulher é doida. Impossível não ser. A gente nasce com um dispositivo interno que nos informa desde cedo que, sem amor, a vida não vale a pena ser vivida, e dá-lhe usar nosso poder de sedução para encontrar 'the big one', aquele que será inteligente, máculo, se importará com nossos sentimentos e não nos deixará na mão jamais... Uma tarefa que dá para ocupar uma vida, não é mesmo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Eu só conheço mulher louca. Pense em qualquer uma que você conhece e me diga se ela não tem ao menos três dessas qualificações: exagerada, dramática, verborrágica, maníaca, fantasiosa, apaixonada, delirante. Pois então. Também é louca. E fascinante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Todas as mulheres estão dispostas a abrir a janela, não importa a idade que tenham. Nossa insanidade tem nome:  chama-se Vontade de Viver até a Última Gota. Só as cansadas é que se recusam a levantar da cadeira para ver quem está chamando lá fora. E santa, fica combinado, não exite. Uma mulher que só reze, que tenha desistido dos prazeres da inquietude, que não deseja mais nada ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Você concorda comigo: só sendo louca de pedra."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 22px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Trecho da crônica "Doidas e Santas" da escritora Martha Medeiros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-5584378393204417481?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/5584378393204417481/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=5584378393204417481&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/5584378393204417481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/5584378393204417481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/06/toda-mulher-e-doida.html' title='Doida ou Santa?'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/Sk_uZ1O18VI/AAAAAAAAAf4/-gTXMEBQ5lc/s72-c/so-uma-mulher-sabe-o-que-e-ser-mulher-2753155-20478-thumb-570.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-265066449011382981</id><published>2009-06-22T18:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T21:26:46.110-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O caminho do sucesso.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/Sk_vluD6MXI/AAAAAAAAAgA/kknsib9F4yg/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 123px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/Sk_vluD6MXI/AAAAAAAAAgA/kknsib9F4yg/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354761913265434994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A verdade é que pra conquistarmos algo nessa vida é necessário sacrificarmos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra chegar na função que deseja na empresa, são cursinhos de aprimoramento ou de reciclagem.&lt;div&gt;Pra passar no vestibular, "perdemos" as festinhas e saídas no fim de semana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chegando na faculdade, são horas de sono perdidas, estresse total, provas, apresentações, trabalhos, monografias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E pra aquelas que sonham com o corpo "perfeito" -como eu, hehe- algumas fazem dietas rigorosas e até "loucas", vivem nas academias, fecham totalmente a boca, fazem caminhadas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No trabalho, no colégio, à procura do corpo perfeito, a vida em si, seja onde for, temos que sacrificar pra chegarmos no nosso objetivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sacrifício nada mais é que uma renuncia do agora por um objetivo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; maior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas nem todos estão dispostos a pagar o preço... E você? Está?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"O importante é termos a capacidade de sacrificar aquilo que somos para ser aquilo que podemos ser." Charles Dubois&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Me peguei nesse momento pensando, tentando descobrir por qual motivo eu escrevi sobre isso. Talvez tenha sido pela revolta de pensar que depois de tanto tempo perdido, poderia ter feito umas três faculdades, uns tantos cursos, tanta coisa. Mas me perdi no tempo, ou talvez não tinha desejo de sacrificar o tempo que tinha. Mas a revolta maior é q&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ue quando eu me decido fazer, acontece isso comigo... é minha gente, eu ia começar minha facul de administração no segundo semestre de 2009. Ai me acontece esse acidente!!! Aff!! Mas tem nada não, eu chego lá...aaah se não chego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Disposta a tudo por um objetivo maior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/Sk_zGgGtqfI/AAAAAAAAAgI/e1bdcvp6-jw/s320/sacrificio1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 162px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354765774989666802" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-265066449011382981?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/265066449011382981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=265066449011382981&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/265066449011382981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/265066449011382981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-caminho-do-sucesso.html' title='O caminho do sucesso.'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/Sk_vluD6MXI/AAAAAAAAAgA/kknsib9F4yg/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-1346756977744658811</id><published>2009-06-19T02:00:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T21:29:07.651-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um pensamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/Sk_zv0ctH4I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/t5E4vQGaDCM/s1600-h/caminhos1qm7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/Sk_zv0ctH4I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/t5E4vQGaDCM/s320/caminhos1qm7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354766484825251714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;"Eis a fórmula da felicidade:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;um sim, um não, uma linha reta, uma meta..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Autor Desconhecido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-1346756977744658811?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/1346756977744658811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=1346756977744658811&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/1346756977744658811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/1346756977744658811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/06/um-pensamento.html' title='Um pensamento'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/Sk_zv0ctH4I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/t5E4vQGaDCM/s72-c/caminhos1qm7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-3899841388280105835</id><published>2009-06-18T18:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T19:07:17.863-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ÓTIMAS RECORDAÇÕES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wBXqsQm-yj8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wBXqsQm-yj8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bons tempos!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O mercado fonográfico infantil está carente!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-3899841388280105835?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/3899841388280105835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=3899841388280105835&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/3899841388280105835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/3899841388280105835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/06/otimas-recordacoes.html' title='ÓTIMAS RECORDAÇÕES!'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-8560001092270181885</id><published>2009-06-15T21:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:36:59.043-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É hora de esquecer e seguir</title><content type='html'>Isso que dá ficar com muito tempo ocioso, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rs&lt;/span&gt;. Sobra tempo pra escrever, ler e pensar...pensar então... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AAAh&lt;/span&gt; meu Deus!!! Como estou pensando. Tem horas que travo minha mente, senão...&lt;div&gt;E num desses momentos no qual me levei nos pensamentos, me veio a mente fases que passei na minha vida. Vou falar de duas. Uma na qual eu dependia de mim e de Deus somente. Não tinha o apoio dos meus pais pra nada. Passei por momentos que queria alguém pra conversar e não encontrava apoio neles. Se queria fazer um curso e pedia ajuda. A resposta era:  Não! Queria fazer o segundo grau técnico em contabilidade e a resposta foi... Não! Queria sair com colegas, ir num lugar novo, fazer algo diferente e a reposta era sempre Não! Talvez você diga que isso seja normal em alguns pais... é, pode até ser, talvez por causa da criação que tiveram -isso seria tema pra outro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;- só sei que não me ajudou muito. Porque eu me fechei. Me fechei tanto que prometi a mim mesma que aguentaria tudo sozinha, e assim o foi por vários anos. Por vezes esse meu jeito me fez bem, mas na maioria das vezes não. Porque é tão bom você ter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alguém&lt;/span&gt; a quem recorrer. Ter um ombro pra chorar. Um ouvido pra te escutar, sem medo de receber criticas por alguma situação. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outro momento foi quando fiquei na total dependência das pessoas e uma em especial. Pra explicar como cheguei nessa situação... seria mais um tema pra outro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;. Bom, só sei que foi uma fase muito ruim, onde fiz e aconteceram coisas que me deixaram numa situação deplorável, onde as frases que eu mais ouvia eram: Que isso &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Deia&lt;/span&gt; você é tão assim, tão assado. Como ficou desse jeito? Sai dessa. Você não é assim. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu queria gritar, explodir, falar tudo o que estava acontecendo aqui dentro, mas não davam a oportunidade, e por vezes tive receio também da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;reação&lt;/span&gt; ao saberem os motivos que me levaram a ficar daquele jeito. E ai começou a fase de depender total e exclusivamente das pessoas. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Depre&lt;/span&gt; total!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez você leu tudo isso e até agora não entendeu a ligação com o título.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom... por um bom tempo eu me coloquei na dependência de uma pessoa e era ela pra tudo. Escutava minhas reclamações. Ouvia meus lamentos. Tentava me acalmar quando ligava aos prantos. Até metas num papel me fez escrever e lutar por elas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi uma época de total dependência. E agora digo que estou seguindo e esquecendo algumas coisas, não todas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas tirando algo de bom nessas duas fases. Não sendo auto-suficiente, nem tão dependente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É hora de esquecer algumas coisas e seguir em frente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valeu a todos por contribuir um pouquinho na formação dessa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pessoinha&lt;/span&gt; aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E, sem mais perturbações... entendeu?!? não?!? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;aaah&lt;/span&gt; deixa pra la então... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-8560001092270181885?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/8560001092270181885/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=8560001092270181885&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/8560001092270181885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/8560001092270181885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-hora-de-esquecer-e-seguir.html' title='É hora de esquecer e seguir'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-1473820680957266961</id><published>2009-06-14T22:24:00.022-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:05:01.570-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É tudo tão difícil... mas quem foi que disse que a vida seria fácil.</title><content type='html'>Tão difícil quando nossos pensamentos estão divididos...&lt;div&gt;Divididos na felicidade e na tristeza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No querer e no largar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No chorar e no sorrir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No esquecer e no recordar.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tão difícil quando vivemos numa correria só e necessitamos de uma calmaria...ou quando tudo está uma calmaria e queremos "agitar" um pouco as coisas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tão difícil quando queremos tanto algo e ao mesmo tempo desgostamos daquilo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tão difícil quando temos tanta certeza de uma coisa e ao mesmo tempo uma duvida imensa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tão difícil quando lutamos tanto por algo e quando o temos em mãos ele "voa" pra longe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tão difícil quando tudo é tão difícil... a vida que sonhamos ter, os amigos que perdemos por erros nossos ou deles, um acidente, uma tristeza, até mesmo uma alegria que pode gerar a tristeza de alguém, a perda de uma pessoa, um amor não correspondido ou perdido, um sonho inatingível...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo isso é bem difícil realmente, mas é a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;VIDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. E só por você sentir algo por alguém, mesmo que não o (a) tenha mais em sua vida. Por ter perdido algo que sempre sonhou. Perdeu uma pessoa amada. Não alcançou o que sempre almejou. Sinta-se &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FELIZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, poucos são os que tem o privilégio de sentir, amar, sonhar, chorar, sorrir... E você mesmo que por poucos dias, meses ou anos teve o privilégio de amar, sentir, sonhar... Não sofra tanto com as coisas. Não fique remoendo os erros do passado. Traga na lembrança os bons momentos vividos. Aprenda com tudo que aconteceu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;Caminhe na Praia, Olhe as Estrelas e a Lua, Deixe o Vento tocar seu rosto, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;Brinque na Chuva, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Leia, Cante, Dance, Sorria, Chore, Sonhe, Invente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;VIVA!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Por vários momentos a Vida se torna Bela... vamos aproveitá-los!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pode parecer meio piegas... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: Viva o momento!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xk9ItaDWxgk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xk9ItaDWxgk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-1473820680957266961?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/1473820680957266961/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=1473820680957266961&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/1473820680957266961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/1473820680957266961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/06/tao-dificil-quando-nossos-pensamentos_14.html' title='É tudo tão difícil... mas quem foi que disse que a vida seria fácil.'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-1515746441379459446</id><published>2009-06-12T03:06:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T17:32:20.095-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eles são "Os Caras" e não se fala mais nisso.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P8SPeR60lRI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P8SPeR60lRI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-1515746441379459446?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/1515746441379459446/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=1515746441379459446&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/1515746441379459446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/1515746441379459446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='Eles são &quot;Os Caras&quot; e não se fala mais nisso.'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-1270574355834017421</id><published>2009-06-10T02:02:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T20:44:23.668-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Por mais...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);   font-family:Tahoma;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Essa mensagem eu recebi de uma amiga e resolvi passar p/ vcs com muito carinho!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que lhe falem da tristeza..&lt;br /&gt;prossiga Sorrindo. &lt;br /&gt;Por mais que lhe demonstrem rancor..&lt;br /&gt;prossiga Perdoando.&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que lhe tragam decepções..&lt;br /&gt;prossiga Confiando.&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que o ameacem de fracasso.. &lt;br /&gt;prossiga apostando na Vitória.&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que lhe apontem erros.. &lt;br /&gt;prossiga com os seus Acertos.&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que discursem sobre a ingratidão..&lt;br /&gt;prossiga Ajudando.&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que noticiem a miséria.. &lt;br /&gt;prossiga crendo na Prosperidade.&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que lhe mostrem destruições..&lt;br /&gt;prossiga na Construção.&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que lhe acenem doenças..&lt;br /&gt;prossiga vibrando Saúde.&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que exibam ignorância..&lt;br /&gt;prossiga exercitando sua Inteligência.&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que o assustem com a velhice..&lt;br /&gt;prossiga sentindo-se Jovem.&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que plantem o mal..&lt;br /&gt;prossiga semeando o Bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-1270574355834017421?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/1270574355834017421/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=1270574355834017421&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/1270574355834017421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/1270574355834017421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/06/por-mais.html' title='Por mais...'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-7499305266622181191</id><published>2009-06-07T20:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:02:56.807-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu quero menos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="border-top-style: dotted; border-right-style: dotted; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-left-style: dotted; border-top-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-right-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-left-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 29px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; "&gt;Eu quero menos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menos cabeça quente.&lt;br /&gt;Menos falta de tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Menos resolver tudo por e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;Menos distância.&lt;br /&gt;Menos problemas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, eu quero menos pra mim... e quer saber? Eu desejo o mesmo pra você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-7499305266622181191?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/7499305266622181191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=7499305266622181191&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/7499305266622181191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/7499305266622181191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-quero-menos_07.html' title='Eu quero menos...'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-459923663855416166</id><published>2009-06-06T17:56:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T02:03:42.541-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A melhor do ano... vale a pena ler!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Confissão de um ESTAGIÁRIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fui demitido por JUSTA CAUSA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como estagiário, aprendi milhões de coisas e fui muito bem sucedido nas minhas funções. Juro que não entendo o porquê de me demitirem...&lt;br /&gt;Eu tinha várias funções que fazia com excelência, entre elas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tirar xerox. 3.1 segundos por página.&lt;br /&gt;2. Passar café.&lt;br /&gt;3. Comprar cigarro e pão. 1 minuto e 27 segundos. Ida e volta.&lt;br /&gt;4. Fazer jogos na Mega-Sena, Dupla-Sena, Lotofácil, Loteria Esportiva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu era muito bom. Mesmo. Fazia tudo certinho, até que peguei uma certa confiança com o pessoal e resolvi fazer uma brincadeirinha inocente.&lt;br /&gt;É impressionante o nível de stress em um ambiente de trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;Quis dar uma amenizada na galera, deixar o povo feliz e fui recompensado com uma bela de uma demissão por justa causa. Puta sacanagem!&lt;br /&gt;Vou contar toda minha rotina desse dia catastrófico.&lt;br /&gt;Era quinta-feira, 26 de março, quando cheguei ao trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;Nesse dia, passei na padaria no meio do caminho. Demonstrando muita proatividade, comprei pão e 3 Marlboro. Já queria ter na mão sem nem mesmo me pedirem. Quando abri a agência (sim, me deixam com a chave porque o pessoal só começa a chegar lá pelas 11h), já vi uma montanha de folhas para eu xerocar na minha mesa. Xeroquei tudo, fiz café e deixei tudo nos trinques (minha mãe que usa essa gíria rs).&lt;br /&gt;Como tinha saído um pouco mais cedo no outro dia, deixaram um recado na minha mesa: "pegar o resultado da mega-sena na lotérica".&lt;br /&gt;Como tinha adiantado tudo, fui buscar o resultado. No meio do caminho, tive a ideia mais genial da minha vida e, consequentemente, a mais estúpida.&lt;br /&gt;Peguei o resultado do jogo: 01/12/14/16/37/45. E o que fiz?&lt;br /&gt;Malandro que sou, peguei uns trocados e fiz uma aposta igual a essa. Joguei nos mesmos números, porque, na minha cabeça claro, minha brilhante ideia renderia boas risadas. Levei os 2 papeizinhos (o resultado do sorteio e minha aposta) para a agência novamente.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda ninguém tinha dado as caras. Como sabia onde o pessoal guardava os papeis das apostas, coloquei o jogo que fiz no meio do bolinho e deixei o papel do resultado à parte.&lt;br /&gt;O pessoal foi chegando e quase ninguém deu bola pros jogos. Da minha mesa, eu ficava observando tudo, até que um cara, o Daniel, começou a conferir.&lt;br /&gt;Como eu realmente queria deixar o cara feliz, coloquei a aposta que fiz naquele dia por último do bolinho, que deveria ter umas 40 apostas.&lt;br /&gt;Coitado, a cada volante que ele passava, eu notava a cara de desolação dele.&lt;br /&gt;Foi quando ele chegou ao último papel.&lt;br /&gt;Já quase dormindo em cima do papel,vi ele riscando 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 números.&lt;br /&gt;Ele deu um pulo e conferiu de novo.&lt;br /&gt;Esfregou os olhos e conferiu de novo, hahahaha. Tava ridículo, mas eu tava me divertindo.&lt;br /&gt;Deu um toque no cara do lado, o Rogério, pra conferir também.&lt;br /&gt;Ele olhou, conferiu e gritou:&lt;br /&gt;-"P. QUE PARRRRRRRRIUUUUUUUUUU, TAMO RICO, PORRA". Subiu na mesa, abaixou as calças e começou a fazer girocóptero com (vc já imagina o que não é!?).&lt;br /&gt;Óbvio que isso gerou um burburinho em toda a agência e todo mundo veio ver o que estava acontecendo.&lt;br /&gt;Uns 20 caras faziam esse esquema de apostar conjuntamente. 8 deles, logo que souberam, não hesitaram: correram para o chefe e mandaram ele tomar bem no olho do... e enfiar todas as planilhas do Excel na b. da arrombada da mulher dele.&lt;br /&gt;No meu canto, eu ria que nem um filho da p. Todos parabenizando os ganhadores (leia-se: falsidade reinando, quero um pouco do seu dinheiro), com uns correndo pelados pela agência e outros sendo levados pela ambulância para o hospital devido às fortes dores no coração que sentiram com a notícia.&lt;br /&gt;Como eu não conseguia parar de rir, uma vaquinha veio perguntar do que eu ria tanto. Eu disse:&lt;br /&gt;-"p. merda, esse jogo que ele conferiu eu fiz hoje de manhã.&lt;br /&gt;A vaca me fuzilou com os olhos e gritou que nem uma putalouca:&lt;br /&gt;-"PAREEEEEEEEEEM TUDO, ESSE JOGO FOI UMA MENTIRA.UMA BRINCADEIRA DE MAU GOSTO DO ESTAGIÁÁÁÁÁÁÁRIO"&lt;br /&gt;Todos realmente pararam olhando pra ela. Alguns com cara de "quê?" e outros com cara de "ela tá brincando".&lt;br /&gt;O cara que tava no bilhete na mão, cujo nome desconheço, olhou o papel e viu que a data do jogo era de 27/03.&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio tava absurdo e só eu continuava rindo. Ele só disse bem baixo:&lt;br /&gt;- É...é de hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Nesse momento, parei de rir, porque as expressões de felicidade mudaram para expressões de 'vou te matar'.&lt;br /&gt;Corri... corri tanto que nem quando eu estive com a maior caganeira do mundo eu consegui chegar tão rápido ao banheiro.&lt;br /&gt;Me tranquei por lá ao som de "estagiário filho da p.", "vou te matar" e "vou comer teu... aqui mesmo". Essa última foi do peladão !&lt;br /&gt;Eu realmente tinha conseguido o feito de deixar aquelas pessoas com corações vazios, cheios de nada, se sentirem feliz uma vez na vida.&lt;br /&gt;Deveriam me dar uma medalha por eu conseguir aquele feito inédito. Mas não... só tentaram me linxar e colocaram um carimbo gigante na minha carteira de trabalho de demissão por justa causa. Belos companheiros!&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos levei mais 8 neguinho comigo ! Quem manda serem mal educados com o chefe. Eu não tive culpa alguma na demissão deles.&lt;br /&gt;Pena que agora eles me juraram de morte...agora tô rindo de nervoso.&lt;br /&gt;Falei aqui em casa que fui demitido por corte de verba (consegui justificar dizendo que mandaram mais 8 embora, rs) e que as ligações que tenho recebido são meus amigos da faculdade passando trote.&lt;br /&gt;Eu supero isso vivão e vivendo, tenho certeza.&lt;br /&gt;É, amigos, descobri com isso que não se pode brincar em serviço mesmo...&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/3624998607305268889-459923663855416166?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/459923663855416166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=459923663855416166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/459923663855416166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/459923663855416166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/06/confissao-de-um-estagiario.html' title='A melhor do ano... vale a pena ler!!!'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-2332890837232336706</id><published>2009-06-05T16:28:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T17:49:10.945-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Escolha, é algo que a gente faz Uma vez...Compromisso, nós fazemos Todos os dias...A vida é feita de Escolhas...Estou fazendo as minhas...RECOMEÇANDO!</title><content type='html'>Talvez você que me conheça estas a pensar: quantas vezes eu já ouvi a Deia falando isso?!?&lt;br /&gt;É verdade!!!&lt;br /&gt;E escutará quantas vezes mais for necessária. Porque a cada dia temos que fazer escolhas e muitas vezes não fazemos a correta, as vezes damos conta do erro no momento e por vezes só tempos depois. Mas não podemos perder a oportunidade do recomeço...do tentar dnovo.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que fiz muitas escolhas erradas nessa minha vida...já tentei esquecer, não consegui. Agora vou fazer diferente...lembrarei de todas, pra não mais cometer os mesmos erros. E nas que acertei...me aprimorar pra me tornar uma pessoa melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...a vida não é certa.&lt;br /&gt;Nada aqui é certo!&lt;br /&gt;O que é certo mesmo, é que temos que viver cada momento, cada segundo, amando, sorrindo, chorando, emocionando, pensando, agindo, querendo, conseguindo...&lt;br /&gt;E só assim, é possível chegar àquele momento do dia em que a gente diz: "Graças à Deus deu tudo certo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou recomeçar, quantas vezes mais for necessário!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-2332890837232336706?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/2332890837232336706/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=2332890837232336706&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/2332890837232336706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/2332890837232336706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/06/escolha-e-algo-que-gente-faz-uma.html' title='Escolha, é algo que a gente faz Uma vez...Compromisso, nós fazemos Todos os dias...A vida é feita de Escolhas...Estou fazendo as minhas...RECOMEÇANDO!'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-5151427182392222333</id><published>2009-06-05T00:21:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T00:27:33.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaamei</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LPbzKgZHWHA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LPbzKgZHWHA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-5151427182392222333?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/5151427182392222333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=5151427182392222333&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/5151427182392222333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/5151427182392222333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/06/aaaamei.html' title='Aaaamei'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-7235177418000987032</id><published>2009-05-26T01:31:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T02:28:48.905-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Retornando -um pouco diferente- se posso assim dizer...</title><content type='html'>Sei que fiquei um bom tempo sem postar.  Um tempo foi por motivo de força maior e outro pensando no que escrever...sofri um acidente e quebrei dois ossos do meu pé, fiquei quase um mês- aff -no hospital...passei por uma cirurgia e agora estou me recuperando, não podendo andar por no mínimo três meses.&lt;div&gt;Estou a comentar todos os detalhes porque tenho amigos que quando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; tomaram ciência do que me aconteceu ficaram preocupados, não é por menos, eles sabem da minha aversão a hospital. Mas como nada nessa vida acontece por acaso...tudo tem um porém, pra tudo ha um motivo. No meu caso não foi diferente. Acredito que como eu não me dava um tempo para analisar muita coisa que estava acontecendo na minha vida, por motivo da tão força maior, rs...dei essa parada...porque não dizer uma freiada brusca na minha vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passei por muitos momentos bons e ruins naquele hospital, conheci pessoas maravilhosas e outras...que não é nem bom lembrar (principalmente alguns enfermeiros,,,talvez alguns estejam dizendo o mesmo da minha pessoa, rs)...momen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tos estes que acrescentaram e muito na minha vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei que sempre comentamos que o ser humano não é nada...mas digo que num hospital, isso se mostra de uma forma que nenhuma palavra possa se comparar. Ali vemos que dinheiro não é nada- conheci algumas pessoas com um poder aquisitivo considerável, mas não valia de nada, porque toda a condição financeira dela não compraria a tão sonhada cura de sua doença. Outras que mesmo naquela situação, numa cama, não largavam a soberba, a altivez...outras que pareciam ter encontrado a paz, mesmo naquele ambiente de desordem e desespero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu me encaixo no grupo que ficou a observar e analisar...o que mais tive foi tempo para fazer isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aos poucos aqui vou tentar passar um pouco dessa experiência que me fez mudar os pensamentos, me fez enxergar o mundo, as pessoas e a mim mesma com outros olhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom, vou parando por aqui, mas deixando um d&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;os aprendizado que tive naquele hospital, por pessoas que tinham todos os motivos pra agirem e pensarem diferente, mas não, elas ACREDITAVAM, mesmo na situação em que se encontravam não deixavam de CRER, independente de que ou no que, mas se seguravam naquilo e não largavam tempo algum, mesmo urrando de dor, não deixavam uma mínima dúvida tomar conta do coração. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me fez lembrar de uma criança que fecha os olhos e mesmo estando numa altura ou degrau acima do seu pai/mãe, ele se joga quando o pai manda...porque acredita que o seu pai vai estar ali de braços abertos pra segurá-lo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então vamos confiar um pouquinho mais, não com palavras somente. Dê um voto, um crédito de Confiança pra Vida...não vai se arrepender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/Sht9pE-y_qI/AAAAAAAAAM8/GT73RJF6cX4/s200/crian%C3%A7a+no+colo.bmp" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339999927843094178" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-7235177418000987032?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/7235177418000987032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=7235177418000987032&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/7235177418000987032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/7235177418000987032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/05/retornando-um-pouco-diferente-se-posso.html' title='Retornando -um pouco diferente- se posso assim dizer...'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/Sht9pE-y_qI/AAAAAAAAAM8/GT73RJF6cX4/s72-c/crian%C3%A7a+no+colo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-3829185235263339429</id><published>2009-05-11T17:34:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T18:44:44.722-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Retornando aos poucos</title><content type='html'>Oi gente.&lt;div&gt;Assim que der -como se eu não tivesse tempo...qgora o que mais eu tenho é isso, rs - estarei atualizando o blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para os que não ficaram sabendo, sofri um acidente e fraturei dois ossos, operei e agora estou me recuperando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daqui um tempo vou postar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigado a todos pela força!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-3829185235263339429?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/3829185235263339429/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=3829185235263339429&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/3829185235263339429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/3829185235263339429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/05/retornandoaos-poucos.html' title='Retornando aos poucos'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-4012440874901817555</id><published>2009-03-26T00:36:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T01:17:33.063-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida nada mais é que Existência</title><content type='html'>Examente 00:36h...estava aqui pensando como essa escola chamada vida é intrigante.  Ontem mesmo por essas horas, eu estava aqui postando, rindo, tc no msn, deixando recados no orkut, feliz da vida com a vida. E hoje recebo uma notícia que, confesso eu, balançou com esse coração que muitos julgam ser forte...não sei onde vêem tanta fortaleza assim...mas, deixa assim...&lt;div&gt;Recebi uma notícia que trouxe a tona momentos vividos que não foram muito bons, ou melhor, foram péssimos. Bateu o desespero e cai em lágrimas quando um amigo falava como eu deveria agir, o que eu deveria fazer. Dizia que eu sou forte, na mesma hora as lágrimas rolaram, e o choro veio, porque eu não quero ser forte, não quero acalmar mais ninguém, não quero ser o sustento...eu quero colo, dessa vez eu quero chorar também, não quero mais engolir o choro, quero que me acalmem...e ele disse: "Mas se esse for o seu papel? Se é isso o que tu tiver que fazer? Ser a forte no momento em que todos são fracos."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiquei relutando contra essas palavras na minha mente. E quase que no mesmo instante, veio à minha lembrança a letra de uma música que postei por esses dias... "É PRECISO SABER VIVER".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É, preciso aprender a viver todos os momentos que surgem nessa nossa escola chamada VIDA. Tanto os bons como os ruins. E aqueles que por um momento parecem ruins, mas trazem consigo um aprendizado inigualável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que você não gosta, mas mesmo assim... OBRIGADO Anderson Puiatti, por ser sempre esse amigo tão presente e falar coisas que muitas vezes eu não gosto de ouvir, mas que necessito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E vamos a mais um aprendizado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-4012440874901817555?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/4012440874901817555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=4012440874901817555&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/4012440874901817555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/4012440874901817555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/03/vida-nada-mais-e-que-existencia.html' title='Vida nada mais é que Existência'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-5600921320436630187</id><published>2009-03-25T13:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:30:20.834-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Adorei isso que li e resolvi postar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;"Sem sonhos, a vida não tem brilho.&lt;br /&gt;Sem metas, os sonhos não têm alicerces.&lt;br /&gt;Sem prioridades, os sonhos não se tornam reias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONHE, TRACE METAS, ESTABELEÇA PRIORIDADES E CORRA RISCOS PARA EXECUTAR SEUS SONHOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melhor é errar por tentar do que errar por omitir!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Augusto Cury)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-5600921320436630187?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/5600921320436630187/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=5600921320436630187&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/5600921320436630187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/5600921320436630187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/03/adorei-isso-que-li-e-resolvi-postar.html' title='Adorei isso que li e resolvi postar'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-1744452606010085750</id><published>2009-03-25T01:38:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T01:36:48.627-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bem diz a frase: "Recordar é Viver"...recordando então o post...</title><content type='html'>Oi genteeee (para o povo do trabalho, que mexe comigo por falar assim...hehehe...essa é pra vocês, rs)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adorei esse texto, e resolvi postar novamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(71, 75, 78);   line-height: 18px; font-family:Helvetica;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Li o texto abaixo num site e quero o mesmo, rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;"Na minha próxima vida quero vivê-la de trás pra frente.&lt;br /&gt;Começar morto para despachar logo esse assunto.&lt;br /&gt;Depois acordar num lar de idosos e ir me sentindo melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal; font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt; a cada dia que passa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Ser expulso porque estou demasiado saudável, ir receber a&lt;br /&gt;aposentadoria e começar a trabalhar, recebendo logo um relógio de ouro no primeiro dia.&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhar por 40 anos, cada vez mais desenvolto e saudável até ser&lt;br /&gt;jovem o suficiente para entrar na faculdade, embebedar-me diariamente&lt;br /&gt;e ser bastante promíscuo e depois estar pronto para o secundário e&lt;br /&gt;para o primário, antes de virar criança e só brincar, sem responsabilidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Aí viro um bebê inocente até nascer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Por fim, passo 9 meses flutuando num spa de luxo com aquecimento&lt;br /&gt;central, serviço de quarto à disposição e espaço maior dia a dia e,&lt;br /&gt;depois... Viva! Desapareço num orgasmo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;\o/\o/\o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desconheço o autor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;O que achas??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/3624998607305268889-1744452606010085750?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/1744452606010085750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=1744452606010085750&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/1744452606010085750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/1744452606010085750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/03/oi-genteeee-para-o-povo-do-trabalho-que.html' title='Bem diz a frase: &quot;Recordar é Viver&quot;...recordando então o post...'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-4401681206857891133</id><published>2009-03-25T00:25:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T01:05:36.050-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases que não esquecerei jamais</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sobre a vida&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A vida é mais simples do que a gente pensa; basta aceitar o impossível, dispensar o indispensável e suportar o intolerável." (Kathleen Norris)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sobre carinho&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Muito freqüentemente, nós subestimamos o poder do carinho, de um sorriso, uma palavra amável, um ombro amigo, dar ouvidos, um elogio honesto, ou o menor ato de dedicação, pois todos têm o poder de transformar uma vida."&lt;br /&gt;(Leo Buscaglia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sobre amizade&lt;/span&gt; (nesse aqui serão várias):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As amizades reatadas requerem maiores cuidados que aquelas que nunca foram rompidas." (François de La Rochefoucauld)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amigo: alguém que sabe de tudo a teu respeito e gosta de ti assim mesmo." (Elbert Hubbard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Só existe uma coisa melhor do que fazer novos amigos: conservar os velhos." (Elmer G. Letterman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talvez as melhores amizades sejam aquelas em que haja muita discussão, muita disputa e mesmo assim muito afeto." (George Eliot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E adorei essa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amigos são como sutiãs: perto de seu coração e lá para apoiar".&lt;br /&gt;(Autor desconhecido)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Extraído do site: http://www.sitequente.com/frases.html&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(não va pensar besteira com o começo do nome do site hein, hahaha...são frases msm, rs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-4401681206857891133?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/4401681206857891133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=4401681206857891133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/4401681206857891133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/4401681206857891133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/03/frases-que-nao-esquecerei-jamais.html' title='Frases que não esquecerei jamais'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-8847423034454772893</id><published>2009-03-19T01:14:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T02:51:34.801-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Rio de Janeiro continua lindo???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/ScHXCG4ePbI/AAAAAAAAAJE/WdQN1bDerzI/s1600-h/DSC02445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/ScHXCG4ePbI/AAAAAAAAAJE/WdQN1bDerzI/s320/DSC02445.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314765466481081778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O Rio de Janeiro continua lindo...O Rio de Janeiro continua sendo,..."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cidade Maravilhosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheia de encantos mil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Cidade Maravilhosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coração do meu Brasil..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre quando ouço essas músicas canto com o orgulho de ser carioca e de morar numa das mais belas cidades do mundo. Mas ai me dou conta que essa música não conta mais a verdade dessa cidade, ou canta uma meia verdade, se posso assim dizer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como posso dizer que o RJ continua lindo?!? Um assalto atrás do outro, morte seguida de morte, tiroteios nas comunidades, ruas, avenidas...hospitais lotados sem médicos para atender, e muitas vezes atendem, mas um mau atendimento, ou com boa vontade de atender, mas falta tudo, desde um algodão a uma máquina de RX.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde estão as maravilhas da cidade?  Ah, alguém vai falar: Olha o Pão de Açúcar!!! O Cristo Redentor!!! Os Arcos da Lapa!!! As Praias!!! A Ponte Rio-Niterói!!! A região Litorânea!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas não quero que minha cidade seja considerada linda e maravilhosa somente nas belezas naturais, mas quero que seja num todo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu, meus caros amigos, que era uma das defensoras desta cidade no quesito de ser a melhor cidade do mundo, falava, brigava por ela, já não faço mais isso...acredito que ela ainda é detentora de belezas naturais raras, difícil de encontrar, mas confesso que me envergonho em ver a que ponto os governantes deixaram a nossa cidade chegar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde um policial tem que esconder a sua identificação, pq senão pode ser reconhecido e assim sendo perder a sua vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cidade dividida em facções criminosas em que se você mora em tal lugar, não pode ir para outro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiroteios, onde fica impossibilitado de sair de casa, ou transitar pela rua. Porque pode ser atingido por uma bala perdida...perdida ou achada?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hospitais lotados até a "alma", sem condições para atendimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assaltos em cima de assaltos - vocês acreditam que são feitas reportagens ensinando a como reagir a um assalto?! - bem, não estou dizendo que seja errado.  Mas o tempo que fazem isso, vamos cobrar por segurança, saúde, saneamento básico, salários dignos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom, eu vou parando por aqui, pq senão eu vou fazer um "testamento". Mas é que a INDIGNAÇÃO é tanta que não dá vontade de parar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comentário de uma CARIOCA-com muito ORGULHO, mas, CANSADA de tanta violência, e não me refiro só dos assaltos, tiroteios, mortes,...mas a violência de ter o sonho roubado, de ter perdido a dignidade, tendo que implorar por um atendimento médico, por falta de saneamento na maior parte da cidade...enfim, cansada de ver que a maior parte dos nossos governantes, não estão nem ai pra cidade e muito menos para o cidadão dela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acho que a musica que mais tem a ver no momento é essa da Fernanda Abreu: RIO 40º&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rio 40º&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cidade Maravilha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Purgatório da beleza e do caos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...não perdendo o costume, né Marcia?... vai veendo hein, haha (não tente entender, rs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-8847423034454772893?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/8847423034454772893/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=8847423034454772893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/8847423034454772893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/8847423034454772893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-rio-de-janeiro-continua-lindo.html' title='O Rio de Janeiro continua lindo???'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/ScHXCG4ePbI/AAAAAAAAAJE/WdQN1bDerzI/s72-c/DSC02445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-1603640326219939512</id><published>2009-03-16T02:35:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:11:05.702-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ANESTESIADA?!?</title><content type='html'>Que sensação é essa? Pareço estar anestesiada. &lt;div&gt;Que isso que está se passando comigo que me torna imune a tudo que acontece ao meu redor? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se fosse por uns tempos atrás eu já estaria mal, triste, depre, mas hoje não...estou diferente...a verdade é que nem eu sei como estou.&lt;br /&gt;Forças?!? De onde tenho tirado?!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As tenho?!? Não sabia&lt;br /&gt;Sorriso?? Qual a graça de tudo isso? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas mesmo assim continuo sorrindo, mesmo sem entender...&lt;br /&gt;Piadas, brincadeiras ...tudo isso tem acontecido e nem sei como, e a verdade é que nem quero saber, hehe, só quero é viver...viver o momento...A VIDA É ÚNICA!!!&lt;br /&gt;Quero aproveitar o momento e permanecer nele ou até melhor....&lt;br /&gt;bjus&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/3624998607305268889-1603640326219939512?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/1603640326219939512/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=1603640326219939512&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/1603640326219939512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/1603640326219939512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/03/anestesiada.html' title='ANESTESIADA?!?'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-4073344153239036039</id><published>2009-03-15T18:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T18:15:36.646-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É Preciso Saber Viver</title><content type='html'>Essa música exprimi bem o meu atual momento:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;É Preciso Saber Viver&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;(Roberto Carlos E Erasmos Carlos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem espera que a vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seja feita de ilusão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pode até ficar maluco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou morrer na solidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É preciso ter cuidado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra mais tarde não sofrer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É preciso saber viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toda pedra no caminho &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você deve retirar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Numa flor que tem espinhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você pode se arranhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se o bem e o mal existem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você pode escolher &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É preciso saber viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É preciso saber viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É preciso saber viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É preciso saber viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saber viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toda pedra no caminho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você pode retirar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Numa flor que tem espinhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você pode se arranhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se o bem e o mal existem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você pode escolher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É preciso saber viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É preciso saber viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É preciso saber viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É preciso saber viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saber viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saber viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É preciso saber viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É preciso saber viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É preciso saber viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saber viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saber viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É preciso saber viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É preciso saber viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É preciso saber viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saber viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saber viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANDREA...APRENDENDO A VIVER...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-4073344153239036039?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/4073344153239036039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=4073344153239036039&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/4073344153239036039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/4073344153239036039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-preciso-saber-viver.html' title='É Preciso Saber Viver'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-1411724840967087867</id><published>2009-02-04T18:35:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T18:37:43.964-02:00</updated><title type='text'>De molho...</title><content type='html'>Gente só avisando que eu não abandonei o blog...to mal msm.&lt;br /&gt;Qdo me recuperar volto com força total e dando vida aos temas que estão na cabeça, rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-1411724840967087867?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/1411724840967087867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=1411724840967087867&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/1411724840967087867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/1411724840967087867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/02/de.html' title='De molho...'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-7800204701283036798</id><published>2009-01-26T00:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T03:36:12.032-02:00</updated><title type='text'>...Como um dia de domingo...32 anos de casamento dos papitos...Parabéns!!!</title><content type='html'>O dia de ontem foi maravilhoso, posso assim dizer.&lt;br /&gt;Os papitos- como diz meu mano, rs - comemoraram 32 anos de casamento. É, 32...falei pra minha mãe que ela merece uma medalha, porque aturar...esquece, esquece,rs, vamos deixar assim, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o dia foi ótimo, começou com uma bela faxina na casa - aff, essa foi por minha conta - to quebrada. Almoço com a familia e parentada geral, e altos papos até altas horas...hehe...ficamos até às 22hs. Caramba!! Nem nos damos conta da hora. É que a conversa estava bem boa, rs. O tema principal da conversa, nem preciso dizer, foi a minha avó Jacira...caramba[2], que falta que essa véia - com todo respeito -faz, rs.&lt;br /&gt;Ficamos relembrando os bons momentos, os ensinamentos, posso dizer que tudo o que plantaste aqui mãe-assim que a chamava- está dando os seus devidos frutos agora.&lt;br /&gt;Resumindo...o domingo foi maraaaaa, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SX1LAetlOTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Pj0sSlaXILY/s1600-h/988,1130447743,3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SX1LAetlOTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Pj0sSlaXILY/s400/988,1130447743,3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295471208473901362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Paz e harmonia: eis a verdadeira riqueza de uma família."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamim Franklin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaah, que bom seria se todos os dias fossem assim...completa paz e harmonia!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só uma coisa deu errado...esqueci de tirar fotos, hehe. E tava tudo bem bom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma frase..."Sem Deus não há vida, sem família não há base e sem amigos não há mundo colorido" hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verena&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-7800204701283036798?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/7800204701283036798/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=7800204701283036798&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/7800204701283036798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/7800204701283036798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/01/como-um-dia-de-domingo32-anos-de.html' title='...Como um dia de domingo...32 anos de casamento dos papitos...Parabéns!!!'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SX1LAetlOTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Pj0sSlaXILY/s72-c/988,1130447743,3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-4995944284458361994</id><published>2009-01-23T01:56:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T18:44:39.166-02:00</updated><title type='text'>DIA APÓS DIA...VOU VIVENDO</title><content type='html'>Bem diz um amigo:  "Não existe nada melhor que um dia após o outro, e uma noite bem dormida no meio deles."&lt;br /&gt;Esses dias essa frase caiu como uma luva pra mim. E agora também...amanhã é outro dia...&lt;br /&gt;Teve um post de um blog que me fez pensar e muito. Pensar na forma em que vou usar o tempo a mim depositado. Porque um dia podem fechar a minha conta. E o que eu fiz com o tempo que foi a mim depositado? Vou ouvir mais...falar menos. Amar mais...brigar menos. Sorrir mais...chorar menos. Brincar mais...ficar brava menos. Viver mais e...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O TEMPO NÃO PÁRA!!! NÃO PÁRA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-4995944284458361994?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/4995944284458361994/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=4995944284458361994&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/4995944284458361994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/4995944284458361994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/01/bem-diz-um-amigo-no-existe-nada-melhor.html' title='DIA APÓS DIA...VOU VIVENDO'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-3500241066928122506</id><published>2009-01-20T13:50:00.010-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T02:21:55.845-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Criança...tesouro precioso, muitas vezes esquecido...</title><content type='html'>Acordei e continuo com a mesma dor no peito. Acho que por um bom tempo essa imagem não vai sair da minha mente, e as lágrimas não vão parar de rolar ao relembrar daquela cena de ontem.&lt;br /&gt;Por quê Deus? Por quê?&lt;br /&gt;Tão pequenino!!! Embaixo daquelas rodas tão grandes daquele ônibus. Onde estão seus pais? ;-(&lt;br /&gt;Desde ontem estou com esse aperto no peito, uma dor na alma...vi a pior cena de toda a minha vida, e choro só de lembrar daquela criancinha ali desprotegida, caida, machucada...morta.&lt;br /&gt;Só de pensar que eu estava ali naquele ponto no dia anterior com meus primos, depois do passeio no shopping. Penso que poderia ser um deles. Me pergunto: onde estão os pais dessa criança? Talvez no trabalho, ralando pra receber esse salário de m. pra sustentar Deus sabe quantos filhos mais?!? Ou estariam na farra e nem esquentando a cabeça com essa criança?!? Tantas perguntas...mas nenhuma delas serão respondidas. E eu fico aqui com essa dor no peito, até ela findar ou até ver mais uma cena que me choque...talvez esteja assim, porque trabalhei muitos anos com crianças carentes e sei um pouco da história deles e quando isso acontece, sinto uma parte de mim indo junto, talvez por não fazer mais...sei lá...só sei que sinto e sinto muito.&lt;br /&gt;E quando chego em casa, recebo a notícia de que o sobrinho da Cris morreu ao ser atingido por um raio, quando soltava pipa. Minha noite não foi nada nada boa. Acordei durante a madrugada chorando...estou bem triste com isso que aconteceu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SXX2XDduB7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/_DvNk_HIAGk/s1600-h/crian%C3%A7a+no+colo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293407812971268018" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 273px; cursor: pointer; height: 288px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SXX2XDduB7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/_DvNk_HIAGk/s400/crian%C3%A7a+no+colo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus, cuide do seus pequeninos!!! Eles não tem culpa da crueldade desse mundo, ou de serem da forma que são...é a forma de sobrevivência deles muitas vezes, é a forma como aprenderam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pais, cuidem desse tesouro precioso que receberam de presente..."Filhos, honrem seus pais para que seus dias se prolonguem sobre a terra."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4dXHd5vyk-I&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4dXHd5vyk-I&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: amo vcs mamas Celma e Marcia e amo tu mamy Lena - PRA SEMPRE EM MEU CORAÇÃO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-3500241066928122506?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/3500241066928122506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=3500241066928122506&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/3500241066928122506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/3500241066928122506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/01/acordei-e-continuo-com-mesma-dor-no.html' title='Criança...tesouro precioso, muitas vezes esquecido...'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SXX2XDduB7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/_DvNk_HIAGk/s72-c/crian%C3%A7a+no+colo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-4910070385994643909</id><published>2009-01-18T12:55:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T13:15:58.265-02:00</updated><title type='text'>CICLOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SXND8KlhdRI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QLZsP3gK0Q0/s1600-h/cosmos2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SXND8KlhdRI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QLZsP3gK0Q0/s400/cosmos2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292648688003413266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De acordo com o dicíonário:  Período sempre igual de determinado número de anos, no fim dos quais devem repetir-se na mesma ordem os fatos determinados pelas mesmas causas ou influências; série de fenômenos que se sucedem numa certa ordem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SXNBvfxzOMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7ZZ4-7-yH7I/s1600-h/universo3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SXNBvfxzOMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7ZZ4-7-yH7I/s320/universo3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292646271330498754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Primeiramente, quando falamos essa palavra logo associamos a imagem a um círculo, a voltas e voltas,...em algumas situaçãos da vida nada melhor para comparar...as voltas e voltas que a vida dá,  e muitas vezes volta para o mesmo lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Não estou aqui para filosofar sobre a vida, nem se eu tivesse a intenção conseguiria. Mas estou aqui para tentar fazer uma análise da própria vida. E ver que na nossa vida, sempre chega o dia em que temos que decidir por algo. Algo que nos faz bem, ou mal. Algo que nos alegra ou torna triste. Algo que nos faz sorrir ou chorar. Algo que nos proporciona prazer ou desprazer. Enfim, nada mais é que fechar a porta, terminar um ciclo. Onde pode não ter a alegria que você queria, mas também finda todas as tristezas. Onde se acabam todos os risos, mas nenhuma lágrima mais rolará. Onde terminará todo o prazer, mas não terás nenhum desprazer.&lt;br /&gt;É hora de fechar as porta, terminar esse ciclo, finalizar o circulo. Só assim um novo ciclo, talvez o da felicidade, do amor, da alegria, poderá surgir.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SXNCV6t8rnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Si2fXsBm6W4/s1600-h/cosmos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SXNCV6t8rnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Si2fXsBm6W4/s400/cosmos1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292646931397127794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dia em que você determinar, mesmo que hoje você acredite que não irá conseguir, não suportará. Creia numa força bem maior que existe dentro de você. Acredite que Deus vai te ajudar. Vai estar do seu lado, vai estar dentro de ti e lhe dara forças para suportar tudo. Enxugará dos seus olhos toda a lágrima, e onde existia a dor, a tristeza, surgirá a alegria.&lt;br /&gt;E lembre sempre que tem pessoas também que você pode contar e muito.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado Deus!!!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado amigos!!!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado mamy Lena-pra sempre no meu coração!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: escrevi td isso, pensando em mim e numa amiguinha que está num momento conturbado.  Não consegui expressar tudo o que queria, mas espero que nas "poucas"-hehe-palavras, eu tenha conseguido expressar o que está em mim e o que desejo pra ti e pra quem ler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Força na peruca amiga!!!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-4910070385994643909?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/4910070385994643909/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=4910070385994643909&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/4910070385994643909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/4910070385994643909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/01/ciclo.html' title='CICLOS'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SXND8KlhdRI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QLZsP3gK0Q0/s72-c/cosmos2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-795980731088924556</id><published>2009-01-17T04:34:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T04:38:04.014-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Livre como uma borboleta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SXFuVOVLjRI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_kzHJHue7HA/s1600-h/borboleta-linda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SXFuVOVLjRI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_kzHJHue7HA/s400/borboleta-linda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292132348040285458" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algum dia você parou para analisar a história de vida de uma borboleta? A tal metamorfose? Não?!?  Pois bem, nem eu, até essa semana, porque não dizer até o dia de ontem.  Depois de ter tido uma conversa, esse pensamento não me sai da cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;É bem intrigante isso: como pode de algo tão - vamos ser sinceros - nojento, surgir algo tão lindo e maravilhoso?!?&lt;br /&gt;É,  pois bem, assimilei ao que aconteceu e tem acontecido com a evolução (metamorfose) da borboleta.&lt;br /&gt; Algo que era pra ser da mais terrível situação, algo que era pra dar errado, que era pra surgir uma coisa tão horrível,  tão feio por tudo o que eu fiz, surgiu algo tão bonito...uma história de amizade, um amor de mãe pra filha e de filha pra mãe...&lt;br /&gt;Não entendemos o porque de muita coisa que acontece conosco, mas uma coisa é certa: TUDO TEM UM PORQUE!!! TUDO!!! TUDO MESMO!!!&lt;br /&gt;E na minha vida eu tive a fase da "metamorfose". E só tenho tirado grandes aprendizados, não só tirado, mas aprendido também.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado Deus e a todas as pessoas, que eu não preciso dizer quem são...os próprios sabem.&lt;br /&gt;Amo vocês!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-795980731088924556?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/795980731088924556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=795980731088924556&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/795980731088924556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/795980731088924556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/01/livre-como-uma-borboleta.html' title='Livre como uma borboleta'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SXFuVOVLjRI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_kzHJHue7HA/s72-c/borboleta-linda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-1277951065339239271</id><published>2009-01-13T04:24:00.031-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T13:21:04.674-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhe</title><content type='html'>Acordei assustada de um pesadelo, onde nele uma pessoa destruia os sonhos de outra. Ainda bem que acordei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SWxGYSO48FI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7rLlJOGntrQ/s1600-h/menina_sombra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290681045278584914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SWxGYSO48FI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7rLlJOGntrQ/s400/menina_sombra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Com pequenas ações se pode mudar o mundo. Pelo menos o meu se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;transforma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Você pergunta se sou uma sonhadora? Sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sonhos...quem nunca teve um sonho pra sonhar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mas como disse uma pessoinha pra mim: devemos sonhar sim!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mas...devemos realizar mais do que idealizar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, como li uma vez não me lembro onde: "&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Sem sonhos, a vida não tem brilho.&lt;br /&gt;Sem metas, os sonhos não têm alicerce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s.&lt;br /&gt;Sem prioridades, os sonhos não se tornam reias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="fr0" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SONHE, TRACE METAS, ESTABELEÇA PRIORIDADES E CORRA RISCOS PARA EXECUTAR SEUS SONHOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Melhor é errar por tentar do que errar por omitir!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Augusto Cury)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SWxAg8sqv9I/AAAAAAAAADw/ddaqoYkGsb0/s1600-h/forget_me_not_by_DoertheSchrof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290674597046960082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SWxAg8sqv9I/AAAAAAAAADw/ddaqoYkGsb0/s400/forget_me_not_by_DoertheSchrof.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-size:100%;" &gt;"Milagres acontecem a cada instante. Se não soubermos dar valor aos pequenos milagres (se é que algum milagre pode ser considerado pequeno), jamais poderemos esperar por grandes!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="fr0" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Fugindo um pouco do assunto...alguém viu a lua hoje? Tava liiindaa d+ (pra mim ainda está, rs 05:36 e ainda aqui sem sono e daki a uma hora estarei indo para o trampo, eta lele)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="fr0" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SWxEiygEWRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/A3iaKuzQ9-I/s1600-h/lua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290679026716006674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SWxEiygEWRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/A3iaKuzQ9-I/s400/lua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h1 class="corpo"&gt;Soneto da Lua&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="corpo"&gt;Por que tens, por que tens olhos escuros&lt;br /&gt;E mãos lânguidas, loucas, e sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Quem és, quem és tu, não eu, e estás em mim&lt;br /&gt;Impuro, como o bem que está nos puros ? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="corpo"&gt;Que paixão fez-te os lábios tão maduros&lt;br /&gt;Num rosto como o teu criança assi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="corpo"&gt;Quem te criou tão boa para o ruim&lt;br /&gt;E tão fatal para os meus versos duros? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="corpo"&gt;Fugaz, com que direito tens-me pressa&lt;br /&gt;A alma, que por ti soluça nua&lt;br /&gt;E não és Tatiana e nem Teresa: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="corpo"&gt;E és tão pouco a mulher que anda na rua&lt;br /&gt;Vagabunda, patética e indefesa&lt;br /&gt;Ó minha branca e pequenina lua!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="corpo"&gt;Vinicius de Moraes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="fr0" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bFtvXWT5cKo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bFtvXWT5cKo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: desculpa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-1277951065339239271?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/1277951065339239271/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=1277951065339239271&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/1277951065339239271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/1277951065339239271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/01/sonhe.html' title='Sonhe'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SWxGYSO48FI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7rLlJOGntrQ/s72-c/menina_sombra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-3060233653683275161</id><published>2009-01-12T00:02:00.018-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T01:32:20.103-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O que você tem priorizado na sua vida?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SWq5rkuBuMI/AAAAAAAAADY/1FmOTJmRPKM/s1600-h/02004meditmirella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SWq5rkuBuMI/AAAAAAAAADY/1FmOTJmRPKM/s320/02004meditmirella.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290244870542309570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou pegar minha mochila e cair na estrada, sem rumo e sem prumo.&lt;br /&gt;Vou caminhar descalça na praia, mesmo tendo o meu tique nervoso (não gosto de ficar descalça na areia ou terra).&lt;br /&gt;Vou ficar sentada na porta de casa ou deitada no terraço, olhando para o infinito azul com seu show maravilhoso de estrelas e lua.&lt;br /&gt;Vou perder horas conversando contigo, contando minhas atuais conquistas e realizações, mas também meus medos e tristezas, porque você me escuta e me aconselha como ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;Vou aceitar as pessoas como elas são, porque cada uma tem a sua particularidade, jeito, humor e maneira de ver e viver a vida.&lt;br /&gt;Vou rir dos meus tropeços na rua, das vezes em que falar uma cagada muito grande(shiii, não vão ser poucas as vezes então que vou rir, porque pra falar m. como eu, não tem,rs), da piada mal contada, em que só eu acho graça,rs.&lt;br /&gt;Vou escutar mais musicas...MUSICAS, não esse besteirol que há por ai.&lt;br /&gt;Vou passear mais, ir ao parque, ficar na cachoeira, sentar na praia (porque não sei nadar), ir as festas, sair com os amigos, voltar a fazer os churras em casa.&lt;br /&gt;Vou chorar mais...é, chorar sim!! Porque chorar faz bem pra alma. Todas as vezes em que engoli o choro foi pior. É bom chorar também. "O choro limpa a alma".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Enfim, vou priorizar o que é importante na minha vida...vou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; VIVER!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CAndrea%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:595.3pt 841.9pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“Sejamos como as crianças: Ao construírem seus belos castelinhos na areia da praia, a onda vem, desmancha-os, elas se olham, dão as mãos e saem sorrindo em busca de um novo lugar para reconstruírem os seus castelos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="center"&gt;Construimos nossa vida...pessoas ou coisas muitas vezes dissipam nossos sonhos e atos. É preciso se apoiar, enxugar as lágrimas e novamente recomeçar.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;(Suelem de Oliveira)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SWq27qz4WmI/AAAAAAAAADI/A-jGQK9VwrQ/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+crian%C3%A7as%2Bna%2Bagua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SWq27qz4WmI/AAAAAAAAADI/A-jGQK9VwrQ/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+crian%C3%A7as%2Bna%2Bagua.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290241848520497762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L3eiOMQVUqs&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L3eiOMQVUqs&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-3060233653683275161?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/3060233653683275161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=3060233653683275161&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/3060233653683275161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/3060233653683275161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-que-voc-tem-priorizado-na-sua-vida.html' title='O que você tem priorizado na sua vida?'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SWq5rkuBuMI/AAAAAAAAADY/1FmOTJmRPKM/s72-c/02004meditmirella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-8386468950756306678</id><published>2009-01-11T18:57:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:10:35.843-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Retroceder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SWpfsZhRpEI/AAAAAAAAACo/S_dfgjlH_M8/s1600-h/relogio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SWpfsZhRpEI/AAAAAAAAACo/S_dfgjlH_M8/s320/relogio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290145928669406274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li o texto abaixo num site e quero o mesmo, rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Na minha próxima vida quero vivê-la de trás pra frente.&lt;br /&gt;Começar morto para despachar logo esse assunto.&lt;br /&gt;Depois acordar num lar de idosos e ir-me sentindo melhor a cada dia que passa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ser expulso porque estou demasiado saudável, ir receber a&lt;br /&gt;aposentadoria e começar a trabalhar, recebendo logo um relógio de ouro no primeiro dia.&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhar por 40 anos, cada vez mais desenvolto e saudável até ser&lt;br /&gt;jovem o suficiente para entrar na faculdade, embebedar-me diariamente&lt;br /&gt;e ser bastante promíscuo e depois estar pronto para o secundário e&lt;br /&gt;para o primário, antes de virar criança e só brincar, sem responsabilidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aí viro um bebê inocente até nascer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Por fim, passo 9 meses flutuando num spa de luxo com aquecimento&lt;br /&gt;central, serviço de quarto à disposição e espaço maior dia a dia e,&lt;br /&gt;depois... Viva! Desapareço num orgasmo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;\o/\o/\o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desconheço o autor&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/3624998607305268889-8386468950756306678?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/8386468950756306678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=8386468950756306678&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/8386468950756306678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/8386468950756306678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/01/li-o-texto-abaixo-e-quero-o-mesmo-rs.html' title='Retroceder'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SWpfsZhRpEI/AAAAAAAAACo/S_dfgjlH_M8/s72-c/relogio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-8429724999192795798</id><published>2009-01-11T16:25:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:42:02.972-02:00</updated><title type='text'>É a Vida...</title><content type='html'>Quando algo acontece comigo fico a me perguntar o porque isso ou aquilo!?!?...tenho que parar com isso!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tudo tem um motivo, seja pro seu crescimento ou amadurecimento(é o que todos falam).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você hoje magoou alguém, é que talvez amanhã iria fazer algo pior, e hoje você sentiu a dor que isso pode causar. Por que não ter o carinho de um pai ou mãe?!? Para que amanhã quando tiveres seu filho, saiba como criá-lo com amor, carinho, porque você sabe a falta que isso faz. Por que perdeu algo hoje?  Amanhã vai dá valor ao que está na sua mão. Porque alguém que você ama ou amava te fez sofrer? Porque você sabe o quanto dói e não vai fazer o mesmo com outrem..Enfim, são muitos porquês. E eu não to nem um pouco afim de descobrir novos...já basta os que eu tenho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novas amizades vão surgindo, momentos novos acontecendo, obtendo novas realizações e conquistas. Vencendo contradições do passado...vivendo entre Razões, emoções, Contradições e Realizações...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tudo na vida tem que ser equilibrado. O problema é encontrar esse tal equilíbrio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...É a Vida!!!  É a Andrea!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pzt-4W0l9cU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pzt-4W0l9cU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-8429724999192795798?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/8429724999192795798/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=8429724999192795798&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/8429724999192795798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/8429724999192795798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/01/vida.html' title='É a Vida...'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-3599982588482968555</id><published>2009-01-11T01:54:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:29:02.923-02:00</updated><title type='text'>FALA SÉRIO TCHÊ!!!!  TCHÊ?!?!?! HAHAHA</title><content type='html'>Um pequeno assunto do que me aconteceu no dia de anteontem, hahaha...só de lembrar caio na risada aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Estava eu sentada aguardando o bus chegar por um século, e quando ele chega jah ia passando direto e eu solto um grito bem alto (se é um grito, é alto né...dãã...coisas de Andrea): NÃO ACREDITO QUE ELE VAI PASSAR DIRETO...FALA SÉÉRIO TCHÊ!!!   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TCHÊ?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos olharam pra mim na mesma hora e eu cai na gargalhada.&lt;br /&gt;Viu só? É a convivência com vocês: And, Daise, Bibi e minha querida e amada mamy.&lt;br /&gt;Mas uma convivência que eu to amando e quanto a minha mãe eu to amandorando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sou carioca merrrrrrrmo, rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SWqONs_7x-I/AAAAAAAAACw/O4JPximSAUM/s1600-h/DSC02318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SWqONs_7x-I/AAAAAAAAACw/O4JPximSAUM/s320/DSC02318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290197078368831458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo mamyyy Lena (é minha mãe sim...pra uma pessoinha, rsrs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobeirinha?  Sei que é...mas para os que estavam reclamando que eu não posto nada a diaaass...como se fossem tantos assim, tá ai.  E uma bobeirinha de vez em quando não faz mal a ninguém, não é?  rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Faz parte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-3599982588482968555?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/3599982588482968555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=3599982588482968555&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/3599982588482968555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/3599982588482968555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/01/fala-srio-tch-tch-hahaha.html' title='FALA SÉRIO TCHÊ!!!!  TCHÊ?!?!?! HAHAHA'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SWqONs_7x-I/AAAAAAAAACw/O4JPximSAUM/s72-c/DSC02318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-4595185625995626390</id><published>2009-01-08T03:10:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:34:08.173-02:00</updated><title type='text'>VOU TENTAR SEMPRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SW_Vzv-DtyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/i96HTXrRJFY/s1600-h/1080234_small_tortoiseshell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SW_Vzv-DtyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/i96HTXrRJFY/s400/1080234_small_tortoiseshell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291683172210423586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"VOU TENTAR SEMPRE&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que o tempo, o maior e mais implacável dos carrascos, intente sobre o meu corpo físico, ele nunca terá poder sobre meu pensar, meu saber e minha vontade, pois estes são eternos. Por isto e tão somente por isto que vou tentar sempre, porque nunca é tarde para começar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antonio Rogério de Lima Grego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obg Daise&lt;br /&gt;Você mora no meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-4595185625995626390?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/4595185625995626390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=4595185625995626390&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/4595185625995626390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/4595185625995626390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/01/vou-tentar-sempre.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;VOU TENTAR SEMPRE&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SW_Vzv-DtyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/i96HTXrRJFY/s72-c/1080234_small_tortoiseshell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-5929509235492985712</id><published>2009-01-07T19:55:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:12:21.180-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Queria ter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A minha dificuldade não é somente a de descrever, colocar no papel o que sinto, mas de demonstrar aquilo que sinto.&lt;br /&gt;Fico imaginando quantas coisas que fiz, palavras que falei, atitudes que tomei e não era o momento certo.&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter sorrido no momento certo.&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter chorado no momento certo.&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter abraçado no momento certo.&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter me afastado no momento certo.&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter falado no momento certo.&lt;br /&gt;Queria (AAAAAH COMO QUERIA!!!) ter ficado quieta no momento certo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas como diz Luis Fernando Veríssimo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"...a vida não é certa.&lt;br /&gt;Nada aqui é certo!&lt;br /&gt;O que é certo mesmo, é que temos que viver cada momento, cada segundo, amando, sorrindo, chorando, emocionando, pensando, agindo, querendo,conseguindo...&lt;br /&gt;E só assim, é possível chegar àquele momento do dia em que a gente diz: "Graças à Deus deu tudo certo"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mãe e Pai, Mamy Lena, Marcia F., Anderson P., Rosa, Kaka, Marcelo, Silvia, Claudia, Liliane, Marcela, Lidiane, Mano e Mana, Robson, Vânia, Daniel, Silvana, Mary, Antônio Carlos, Janaina, Beta, Luciana, Carla, Miriam, Rodrigo, Valéria, Ricardo, Marcia O., Carlos, Nilda, Ray, Cris, Neia, Cris, Inês, Bibiane, Daise, Ju, Fabio, Paulo, Tati, Aline, Glau, Midi, Lili, Jairo, Maikon, Luciane, Eliana, Jaja, Lene, Cela, Marcia S., Anderson S., Gabriel, Julia, Victor, Luis, Junior, Monica, Martinho, Jeane, Sueli, Jéssica, Eduardo, Silson, Tata, Tatica, Bruninha, Brenda, os fofos dos meus primos que me perturbam mas q eu amo d+,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amo vcs!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-5929509235492985712?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/5929509235492985712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=5929509235492985712&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/5929509235492985712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/5929509235492985712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/01/minha-dificuldade-no-somente-de.html' title='Queria ter...'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-7884373708626059259</id><published>2009-01-07T04:11:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T11:50:49.919-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Você é o reflexo do teu passado"</title><content type='html'>Eu sempre fui mt corretinha, odiava mentiras sejam de quem fosse, fui criada nesse ritmo e sempre cobrada nesse sentido, sempre fui verdadeira com todos e em tudo...&lt;br /&gt;Se algum dia alguém chegasse até mim e mostrasse que as decisões tomadas hoje pesariam e muito no meu amanhã, talvez eu não tivesse tomado certas atitudes no meu passado. Não estou aqui querendo me ausentar da minha culpa. Não!!! Nunca!!! Errei e muito. Menti, enganei, iludi, fiz sofrer pessoas que só queriam o meu bem. Não sei se foi um lapso de loucura, até hoje eu tento entender... Andrea, a menina amada, carinhosa, tão verdadeira, tão sincera, mentiu, enganou, fez coisas horríveis...é, ela errou e feio.&lt;br /&gt;Como falei com uma amiga, cometemos erros normais, q todo o ser humano comete, mas tem coisas q são quase imperdoáveis e ela me respondeu q n, não Deia, não existem erros normais, existem erros, alguns maiores, alguns menores, alguns mais significativos...falou bem, quase imperdoáveis não imperdoáveis...perdoar naõ significa esquecer, mas aceitar que passou, que aconteceu, não chorar sobre o leite derramado...-mas eles me perdoaram- mas tu precisa de mais tempo pra te perdoar, pra pensar sobre o que aconteceu ou deixou de acontecer, te dou o mesmo conselho que destes pra mim: dá tempo ao tempo, algumas coisas levam mais tempo mesmo...às vezes o que pode parecer imperdoável é questão de compreensão, de ponto d vista.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez tu precise mais tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque falam tanto pra eu esquecer oq passou, se como um amigo postou..."o teu passado vai estar sempre contigo, não importa o que você faça, você é o reflexo do teu passado e do que tu construiu com ele, seja bom ou ruim." ARP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas fui perdoada...porque será então que toda vez que vejo ou leio algo nesse sentido, o coração se rasga ao meio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SV_ennRrTu0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SV_ennRrTu0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-7884373708626059259?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/7884373708626059259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=7884373708626059259&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/7884373708626059259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/7884373708626059259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/01/eu-sempre-fui-mt-corretinha-odiava.html' title='&quot;Você é o reflexo do teu passado&quot;'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-1317727228177380019</id><published>2009-01-04T20:31:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:44:58.486-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estava sentanda num lugar que não vou dizer onde era, porque vão ser muitas as encarnações. Continuando...estava escrevendo e rindo comigo mesma, porque minha vida agora é andar com papel e caneta na mão. Pois tenho um sério problema de memória, ai quando vem a cabeça, ou quando dá vontade de escrever, tem que ser na hora, senão esqueço. E quando começo a escrever tem momentos em que eu me desconecto do mundo e vivo uma "realidade" nada comum, acho que um sonho, mas acordada...num mundo sem dor, guerras, mortes ou sofrimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Me pergunto se esse mundo existe e ai saio do meu sonho que estou tendo acordada e me dou conta que se eu me desconectar totalmente vou perder momentos maravilhosos da minha vida. A alegria de obter uma nova &lt;a href="http://aworkaholica.blogspot.com/"&gt;amizade&lt;/a&gt;, a de continuar com &lt;a href="http://quasedetudoumpouco.blogspot.com"&gt;antigas&lt;/a&gt; e outra &lt;a href="http://daisevargas.blogspot.com"&gt;recentes&lt;/a&gt;, fora os meus vários amigos que amo de paixão. Vou perder as brincadeiras em que a piada ultrapassou o limite do engraçado e dei uma gargalhada tão alta, tão alta, que me faltou o folego e lágrimas rolaram no meu rosto (isso acontece comigo gente, eu choro de tanto rir). Vou perder os sonhos conquistados, a lembrança do primeiro beijo, a sensação gostosa de amar e ser amada pelos amigos, pela paquera, pelos irmãos e pela familia.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu me desconectar, que sejam dos momentos ruins que me causaram tristezas, decepção e angustias e dos momentos que eu causei a mesma coisa também.&lt;br /&gt;Mas ai me dou conta uma vez mais que se não tivesse passado por tudo isso, não seria a pessoa que sou hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Então nada de desconectar do mundo Andrea. Aprenda sempre com a vida e AME SEMPRE A VIDA.&lt;br /&gt;UHU UHU UHU!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-1317727228177380019?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/1317727228177380019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=1317727228177380019&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/1317727228177380019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/1317727228177380019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/01/estava-sentanda-num-lugar-que-no-vou.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-7545784956188498405</id><published>2009-01-04T01:06:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T01:17:03.099-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>modificando o fundo...as imagens ficaram legais assim...oooo falta do que fazer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que me desculpem meus amigos vascainos sofredores, hahaha... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SWApufHALJI/AAAAAAAAABw/qWXX3WGlPE4/s1600-h/ATcAAACkeDmIJ00NFL1Qk2pTLb2gdUOPl98ycTBJ1PP2SrW9N2b4xMCUlabESn6u0QrBPYaHYO-8JoX-kZwngkBfK2AgAJtU9VCpz6kZrBch0bM6Qt4BrSwGGdd9uQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 76px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SWApufHALJI/AAAAAAAAABw/qWXX3WGlPE4/s200/ATcAAACkeDmIJ00NFL1Qk2pTLb2gdUOPl98ycTBJ1PP2SrW9N2b4xMCUlabESn6u0QrBPYaHYO-8JoX-kZwngkBfK2AgAJtU9VCpz6kZrBch0bM6Qt4BrSwGGdd9uQ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287271841134554258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...mas zombar do Vasco não tem preço, pra todas as outras existe MASTERCARD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-7545784956188498405?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/7545784956188498405/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=7545784956188498405&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/7545784956188498405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/7545784956188498405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/01/modificando-o-fundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SWApufHALJI/AAAAAAAAABw/qWXX3WGlPE4/s72-c/ATcAAACkeDmIJ00NFL1Qk2pTLb2gdUOPl98ycTBJ1PP2SrW9N2b4xMCUlabESn6u0QrBPYaHYO-8JoX-kZwngkBfK2AgAJtU9VCpz6kZrBch0bM6Qt4BrSwGGdd9uQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-5515766045283957016</id><published>2009-01-03T13:15:00.014-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T19:06:58.091-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eis a razão, ou melhor, o motivo pelo qual me opinaram a criar esse blog...num belo dia de domingo estava eu assistindo a um filme-porque vamos concordar...pode se contar nos dedos de uma mão somente o que dá pra assistir na TV aberta, rs. Voltando ao assunto...ao terminar de assistir o filme criou em mim o desejo de escrever, porque tiveram cenas que trouxeram a tona coisas por mim esquecidas...bom, vou escrever aqui o texto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procurando o meu pontinho que perdi no meio do caminho&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SV_SYHD6nfI/AAAAAAAAABA/WzXFXaQyqI8/s1600-h/caminho.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SV_SYHD6nfI/AAAAAAAAABA/WzXFXaQyqI8/s200/caminho.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287175799210417650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu estava sentada no sofá assistindo a um filme que me fez pensar na minha vida, me fez recordar o meu passado e até mesmo o presente... Muitos dizem que o passado já passou, morreu, mas porque será que ele tende a retornar?!? Seja numa mesma situação vivida, seja num pensamento...eu não sei.  Sei somente que agora não tento esquecê-lo, não tento por uma pedra em cima ou fugir dele.  Relembro-o sim!! Para não mais os mesmos erros cometer, para feliz ficar ao relembrar bons e até os maus momentos, e ver que pode tirar forças de onde acreditamos não ter; mas que existem.  Que podemos receber o perdão por um erro ou delito cometido. Que podemos encontrar sim, uma luz no fim do túnel.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SV_SlA4QO9I/AAAAAAAAABI/vXvK3AOlbl4/s1600-h/luz+no+fim+do+t%C3%BAnel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SV_SlA4QO9I/AAAAAAAAABI/vXvK3AOlbl4/s200/luz+no+fim+do+t%C3%BAnel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287176020889189330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Porque temos um Poder intranscindível chamado FÉ e não é um poder reservado somente para alguns, TODOS a tem, mas nem todos fazem uso dela.  Independente do tamanho que ela seja...GRANDE ou pequena, TODOS TEMOS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ah se você souber fazer uso dela,verás quão grandes coisas poderá fazer e realizar na sua vida.  EU QUERO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SV_S4Jc_CwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6gLTNjwcgBg/s1600-h/f%C3%A9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SV_S4Jc_CwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6gLTNjwcgBg/s200/f%C3%A9.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287176349608250114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu era criança me diziam que eu poderia ser e fazer o que eu quisesse;  independente de tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Em algum lugar do caminho deixamos de acreditar nisso.&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero voltar e encontrar onde perdi isso.&lt;br /&gt;Quero ACREDITAR de novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SV_TN3duYvI/AAAAAAAAABY/Qepdg43XDS0/s1600-h/foto_pegadas_na_areia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SV_TN3duYvI/AAAAAAAAABY/Qepdg43XDS0/s200/foto_pegadas_na_areia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287176722736636658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rio 28/12/08&lt;br /&gt;Numa tarde de domingo, sem nada pra fazer...hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-5515766045283957016?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/5515766045283957016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=5515766045283957016&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/5515766045283957016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/5515766045283957016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/01/eis-razo-ou-melhor-o-motivo-pelo-qual.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klt_pRFp95M/SV_SYHD6nfI/AAAAAAAAABA/WzXFXaQyqI8/s72-c/caminho.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3624998607305268889.post-5799655921596950725</id><published>2009-01-03T03:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T03:31:23.816-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A dificuldade em se expressar...e agradecimentos...</title><content type='html'>É um saco qdo vc quer se expressar e não consegue...comigo isso é normal...fiquei aqui por alguns minutos pensando oq postar aqui, não saiu nada gente...nada. Deve ser o sono, hehe. Mas é uma dificuldade que estou tentando vencer. E vou conseguir!!!  Não é And? rs&lt;br /&gt;Acho que aqui vocês vâo conhecer um pouquinho mais de mim, porque como diz o título, é oq eu vou tentar postar...razões, emoções, contradições e realizações.&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo a todos, principalmente a pessoa que sugeriu a criação desse blog, ao ler um texto que eu escrevi...obrigado Anderson.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço desde já a Bibi...olha como já estou intima-hehe...pelas dicas que deste e dará, obrigado...amei t conhecer,ao menos pela net, rs. &lt;br /&gt;Daise vc tem parte nisso aqui também...FORÇA NA PERUCA, hehe. Te adoro garota. Vc tem um gd valor.&lt;br /&gt;Mamy, não preciso dizer q te amo, não preciso agradecer, não preciso dizer nada, porque sei que estas bem presente e sabes tudo o que sinto por ti. Tens uma parcela gd por eu estar assim...serena, tranquila, feliz...por eu estar em Paz, pq n deu as costas pra mim, pelo contrário, me recebeu de braços e coração aberto. TE AMOOOO mamy Lena!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço a minha amiga-mãe-irmã Marcia. Te amo muié, sempre e pra sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço a todas as pessoas que de uma forma direta ou indireta, contribuiram e contribuem para a minha formação.&lt;br /&gt;Família não os esqueci, apesar de tudo eu os amo e amo os momentos em que estamos em harmonia.&lt;br /&gt;Quero informá-los que estou  AMANDO NOVAMENTE A VIDA...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3624998607305268889-5799655921596950725?l=deiasbr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/feeds/5799655921596950725/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3624998607305268889&amp;postID=5799655921596950725&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/5799655921596950725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3624998607305268889/posts/default/5799655921596950725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiasbr.blogspot.com/2009/01/dificuldade-em-se-expressare.html' title='A dificuldade em se expressar...e agradecimentos...'/><author><name>Andrea Barcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03667640671553700701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
