<?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-3703622479426023864</id><updated>2012-01-19T16:21:46.408-08:00</updated><category term='lindooo'/><category term='u'/><category term='MM'/><category term='ue'/><title type='text'>Ao vento!</title><subtitle type='html'>Jornalista em formação, escritora por ambição. Sou de alma interiorana e visão cosmopolita.
Trabalho no processamento técnico, catalogando livros na Biblioteca Central da Unisc.
Por isso todo dia os livros convivem comigo e eu com eles, e talvez toda a explicação pela paixão por eles.
Amo ler. Amo a literatura e seus contextos. 
Admiro pessoas inteligentes, por do sol, lua, chuva, água, desapego e caráter.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>381</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-4626867291183305155</id><published>2012-01-19T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T16:09:59.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Carmen</title><content type='html'>Ela se chama Carmen. Quarenta e quatro anos. Culta e branca. Olhos grandes que nem de coruja. Santa-cruzense, leitora. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E numa tarde ensolarada de poucas nuvens, no mês de janeiro na pequena sala do trabalho, contou rapidamente para as colegas, momentos de sua infância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O brilho nos olhos de Carmen ao relembrar os primeiros anos de idade era nítido. Com a mão na orelha, contou que aos seis anos era escolhida para acompanhar as senhoras de idade aos passeios para o cemitério e os jogos no bingo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Por que isso Carmen? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eu era responsável por aquelas senhora. Eu cuidava daquelas senhoras. Se alguma delas passasse mal, como eu era novinha, eu poderia correr mais rápido e chamar pelo socorro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As colegas de trabalho riram. Carmen acrescentou. Lembro com saudade, como se fosse ontem. Aqueles jardins grandes e bonitos. E os tinha só pra mim. Para eu correr, rolar, brincar. Sozinha. É. Eu era a única criança. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recordo a recompensa em cuidar daquelas senhoras, era. Humm.. o suco de framboesa e sanduiches enormes preparados somente para mim. Eu me considerava importante. Pequena mas imensa nos sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angélica Weise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-4626867291183305155?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/4626867291183305155/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=4626867291183305155' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/4626867291183305155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/4626867291183305155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2012/01/para-carmen.html' title='Para Carmen'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-4565444408977292487</id><published>2012-01-10T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T15:57:27.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da série escritos</title><content type='html'>Porta retrato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abre-se a porta&lt;br /&gt;Dobra-se a direta&lt;br /&gt;Reto, a porta do quarto já aberta&lt;br /&gt;E já se vê&lt;br /&gt;Em meio a duas estantes de livros&lt;br /&gt;Entre autores, escritores&lt;br /&gt;Ele fica ainda mais bonito&lt;br /&gt;Lá está ele com ela&lt;br /&gt;A sintonia do quarto se completa&lt;br /&gt;Com outras peças&lt;br /&gt;Ele é o único daquele quarto &lt;br /&gt;Ninguém tem outro espaço ali&lt;br /&gt;O que ele vê, presencia, é um mundo&lt;br /&gt;De sonhos, magias&lt;br /&gt;Insônia, angústia&lt;br /&gt;Ele pode se achar&lt;br /&gt;É grande, bem moldurado e belo&lt;br /&gt;O que contempla a moldura são dois personagens&lt;br /&gt;Ali no mesmo instante juntos&lt;br /&gt;Compartilhando um momento único&lt;br /&gt;Eternizado na foto&lt;br /&gt;E agora no porta retrato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autora: Angélica Weise – 02/01/2012 &lt;br /&gt;Escrito no verão em Agudo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-4565444408977292487?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/4565444408977292487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=4565444408977292487' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/4565444408977292487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/4565444408977292487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2012/01/da-serie-escritos.html' title='Da série escritos'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-6573875613451743915</id><published>2012-01-07T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T11:25:29.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembrança</title><content type='html'>De lembrança eu vivo.&lt;br /&gt;De saudade ainda permaneço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angélica Weise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abaixo o link para ver de uma cidade gloriosa que conheci. Assisi em Itália. A cidade de São Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=meSuNnYbBV4&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-6573875613451743915?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/6573875613451743915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=6573875613451743915' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/6573875613451743915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/6573875613451743915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2012/01/lembranca.html' title='Lembrança'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-144638617597260447</id><published>2012-01-06T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T13:39:48.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Citações</title><content type='html'>Alegro-me em saber que o tempo se vai..&lt;br /&gt;como o fluxo do água que corre no rio. &lt;br /&gt;Angélica Weise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao citar o tempo, refiro-me ao Marcel Proust, que escreveu a célebre obra "Em busca do tempo perdido".&lt;br /&gt;Abaixo algumas citações de Proust para esta sexta-feira de sol e muito calor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'O amor é o espaço e o tempo medidos pelo coração'.&lt;br /&gt;'O amor é uma doença inevitável, dolorosa e fortuita'.&lt;br /&gt;'A felicidade no amor não é um estado normal'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-144638617597260447?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/144638617597260447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=144638617597260447' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/144638617597260447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/144638617597260447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2012/01/citacoes.html' title='Citações'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-6380491282972244356</id><published>2012-01-05T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T12:08:19.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O ano da formatura</title><content type='html'>Este ano de 2012, será o ano da minha formatura em Jornalismo. &lt;br /&gt;Chego neste meu último semestre como acadêmica desta maravilhosa profissão, para afirmar: poderia ter feito mais. Muito mais. &lt;br /&gt;Acredito que a maioria dos estudantes chegam a esta conclusão quando estão prestes a se formar, a pegar o 'canudinho'. &lt;br /&gt;Arrependimento? Não.&lt;br /&gt;Claro, poderia ter estagiado mais. Ter 'matado' menos aulas. Participado de mais congressos e eventos na área. Poderia-me ter integrado melhor a turma, ou, ter feito um grupo. E eu não o fiz.&lt;br /&gt;Por muitos posso ser vista como mais uma que se forma em jornalismo. Para mim não. Tenho meus projetos as minhas ambições na área.&lt;br /&gt;O 10 que não obtive em demais disciplinas, eu obtive com muita dedicação e sacrifício no 10 da monografia. E isso é muito bom.&lt;br /&gt;Os anos que estudei aqui na UNISC, foram ótimos. De grandes descobertas. O curso sim, possibilitou que eu conhecesse vários lugares, e inclusive pessoas. Mas eu me fiz, eu me construí, eu me permiti. E não me arrependo de nada.&lt;br /&gt;Agora, é só o começo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-6380491282972244356?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/6380491282972244356/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=6380491282972244356' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/6380491282972244356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/6380491282972244356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-ano-da-formatura.html' title='O ano da formatura'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-4835640667850740537</id><published>2011-12-06T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T17:20:59.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trecho</title><content type='html'>“A ideia do destino costuma chegar-nos à mente apenas com a idade. Quando jovens, como você, geralmente não pensamos no assunto, percebemos tudo quanto acontece como fruto de nossa vontade. Sentimo-nos como pedreiros que vão construindo diante de si o próprio caminho. Só muito mais tarde é que nos damos conta de que a estrada já estava lá, e que alguém já a traçara para nós, de que a nós só nos cabe seguir adiante. É uma conclusão a que costumamos chegar lá pelos quarenta anos, e então começamos a entender que as coisas não dependem apenas de nós. É um momento perigoso, durante o qual a pessoa até se pode deixar tragar por um fatalismo claustrofóbico. Para se ver o destino em toda a sua realidade, é preciso deixar passar alguns anos mais. Lá pelos sessenta, quando o caminho que deixamos para trás é maior que o que ainda temos pela frente, notamos uma coisa que jamais havíamos notado antes: a estrada então percorrida não era reta, mas repleta de bifurcações, a cada passo uma seta indicando uma direção diferente; dali se afastava uma trilha, mais adiante uma senda relvosa que se perdia entre os bosques. Entramos nalguns desses caminhos sem sequer percebermos; em certos casos, nem chegamos a reparar na existência do desvio; as entradas descartadas nem sabemos aonde nos poderiam ter levado; talvez nos tivessem levado a um lugar melhor, talvez a um pior; não sabemos, e ainda assim não podemos deixar de sentir certa lástima. Podíamos fazer uma coisa, mas não fizemos, voltamos para trás em vez de avançarmos. O jogo-da-glória, você se lembra? A vida procede mais ou menos da mesma forma.&lt;br /&gt;Ao longo do percurso, deparamos com as outras vidas: conhecê-las ou não, vivê-las profundamente ou deixá-las de lado, só depende da nossa escolha do momento; mesmo que não o saibamos, ao escolhermos um caminho em vez de outro podemos estar arriscando a nossa própria existência, bem como a de quem nos acompanha.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Trecho de Vá aonde seu coração mandar, da italiana Susanna Tamaro, em tradução de Mario Fondelli, para a Rocco, edição de 1995.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texto do blog de Romar Beling - 06/12/2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-4835640667850740537?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/4835640667850740537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=4835640667850740537' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/4835640667850740537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/4835640667850740537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2011/12/trecho.html' title='Trecho'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-7287366230683478190</id><published>2011-11-24T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T13:54:13.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarice por Clarice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;“Uma vez eu irei. Uma vez irei sozinha, sem minha alma dessa vez. O espírito, eu o terei entregue à família e aos amigos com recomendações. Não será difícil cuidar dele, exige pouco, às vezes se alimenta com jornais mesmo. Não será difícil levá-lo ao cinema, quando se vai. Minha alma eu a deixarei, qualquer animal a abrigará: serão férias em outra paisagem, olhando através de qualquer janela dita da alma, qualquer janela de olhos de gato ou de cão. De tigre, eu preferiria. Meu corpo, esse serei obrigada a levar. Mas dir-lhe-ei antes: vem comigo, como única valise, segue-me como um cão. E irei à frente, sozinha, finalmente cega para os erros do mundo, até que talvez encontre no ar algum bólide que me rebente. Não é a violência que eu procuro, mas uma força ainda não classificada mas que nem por isso deixará de existir no mínimo silêncio que se locomove. Nesse instante há muito que o sangue já terá desaparecido. Não sei como explicar que, sem alma, sem espírito, e um corpo morto — serei ainda eu, horrivelmente esperta. Mas dois e dois são quatro e isso é o contrário de uma solução, é beco sem saída, puro problema enrodilhado em si. Para voltar de ‘dois e dois são quatro’ é preciso voltar, fingir saudade, encontrar o espírito entregue aos amigos, e dizer: como você engordou! Satisfeita até o gargalo pelos seres que mais amo. Estou morrendo meu espírito, sinto isso, sinto...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Clarice Lispector&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/3703622479426023864-7287366230683478190?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/7287366230683478190/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=7287366230683478190' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/7287366230683478190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/7287366230683478190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2011/11/clarice-por-clarice.html' title='Clarice por Clarice'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-3379839150425027478</id><published>2011-11-24T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T13:51:33.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eu amo literatura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; position: relative; font: normal normal normal 26px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; color: rgb(213, 42, 51); font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://amandoliteratura.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-estava-comendo-mim-mesma.html" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(213, 42, 51); font: normal normal normal 26px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; "&gt;{...} Eu estava comendo a mim mesma.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;E ao quinto tambor já estarei inconsciente na minha 126 127 cobiça. Até que de madrugada, aos últimos tambores levíssimos, me encontrarei sem saber como junto a um regato, sem jamais saber o que fiz, ao lado da enorme e cansada cabeça do cavalo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; text-align: justify; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Cansada de quê? Que fizemos nós, os que trotam no inferno da alegria? Há dois séculos que não vou. Da última vez que desci da sela enfeitada, era tão grande a minha tristeza humana que jurei que nunca mais. O trote porém continua em mim. Converso, arrumo a casa, sorrio, mas sei que o trote está em mim. Sinto falta como quem morre. Não posso mais deixar de ir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; text-align: justify; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;E sei que de noite, quando ele me chamar, irei. Quero que ainda uma vez o cavalo conduza o meu pensamento. Foi com ele que aprendi. Se é pensamento esta hora entre latidos. Os cães latem, começo a entristecer porque sei, com o olho já resplandecendo, que irei. Quando de noite ele me chama para o inferno, eu vou. Desço como um gato pelos telhados. Ninguém sabe, ninguém vê. Apresento-me no escuro, muda e em fulgor. Correm atrás de nós cinqüenta e três flautas. À nossa frente uma clarineta nos alumia. E nada mais me é dado saber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; text-align: justify; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;De madrugada eu nos verei exaustos junto ao regato, sem saber que crimes cometemos até chegar a madrugada. Na minha boca e nas suas patas a marca do sangue. O que imolamos? De madrugada estarei de pé ao lado do ginete mudo, com os primeiros sinos de uma Igreja escorrendo pelo regato, com o resto das flautas ainda escorrendo dos cabelos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; text-align: justify; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;A noite é a minha vida, entardece, a noite feliz é a minha vida triste - rouba, rouba de mim o ginete porque de roubo em roubo até a madrugada eu já roubei, e dela fiz um pressentimento: rouba depressa o ginete enquanto é tempo, enquanto ainda não entardece, se é que ainda há tempo, pois ao roubar o ginete tive que matar o Rei, e ao assassiná-lo roubei a morte do Rei. E a alegria do assassinato me consome em prazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; text-align: justify; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Eu estava comendo a mim mesma, que também sou matéria viva do sabath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; text-align: justify; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;A Paixão Segundo G.H.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-3379839150425027478?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/3379839150425027478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=3379839150425027478' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/3379839150425027478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/3379839150425027478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2011/11/eu-amo-literatura.html' title='eu amo literatura'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-657477346258190890</id><published>2011-10-22T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T06:27:35.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonha-se, realiza-se..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kGYLhL2FsD8/TqN3H0TrYQI/AAAAAAAAA8k/DE5WF7UYU1g/s1600/angelagosto%2B269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kGYLhL2FsD8/TqN3H0TrYQI/AAAAAAAAA8k/DE5WF7UYU1g/s320/angelagosto%2B269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666503732346183938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sabe quando você está atolado de coisas pra fazer? Trabalho acumulado, estudar, escrever, fazer os deveres de casa, família, namorado, amigos, tudo isso requer sua atenção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Chega uma hora que você pensa apenas nas suas merecidas férias, e como estas seriam bem vindas. E como estão distantes as férias. Mas às vezes vem um merecido passeio. E assim foi comigo. Um passeio de apenas seis dias, mas eu diria um dos melhores passeios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tudo indicava apenas minha segunda ida ao Rio de Janeiro. Os dias se aproximavam do dia 28 de setembro, e eu não estava com aquele pique, aquele olhar, aquela vontade de quem iria viajar. Também poderia, estou realizando uma monografia. E como dizem: “Existe vida após a mono”, eu concordo, mas acredito que tenha sim uma vida, um pouco mais preocupada, mas tem se uma vida durante a mono, eu comprovo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Voltando ao passeio para o Rio de Janeiro, já estou com saudade, eu diria que já fui com saudade. Vivo com saudades. Eis então que os dias estavam perto do dia 28. Chega dia 27 de setembro e vou à rodoviária. Embarco no ônibus para Porto Alegre. Na chegada da rodoviária de Porto Alegre, um senhor já declamou poesia. Opa, a viagem já começava bem. Sentada, em um banco esperando, uma senhora com flores se aproximou de mim e puxou conversa, em dez minutos de bate papo eu sabia a vida daquela senhora..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Minha amiga chega e vamos ao encontro de outra amiga. Eu diria que aquela noite foi “frouxa”, sabe? Parecia até que outro dia eu estava indo trabalhar, estudar. Eu realmente não estava em clima de passeio. Mas isso logo passou. Cheguei ao aeroporto de madrugada, embarquei e cheguei ao RJ! Eeee. Ele continuava lindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;E nos seis dias que permaneci lá, resumiria que eu conheci muitas pessoas, de Cuiabá, Fortaleza, Recife...e diria que fiz amizades. Acho o povo do Rio de Janeiro feliz, apesar de todos os problemas assim como os outros lugares. Mas eu digo que tive sorte, sempre fui bem recebida, me passavam as informações certas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Eu viajei sozinha. Para surpresa de muitos. E para tantos outros que acham que sozinho a viagem não tem graça. Pois bem, eu provei novamente o contrário. Sozinha, provei da liberdade, ‘provei ‘ pessoas novas, lugares novos. Acredito que se eu estivesse acompanhada não faria o mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Meu dois objetivos eram: fazer uma entrevista com um jornalista para a minha mono e ir ao show do Coldplay no Rock in Rio. Os dois fatos foram ótimos. Da entrevista restou uma torrada, um chocolate amargo e um sorisso bobo no canto da boca&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Do coldpl&lt;/span&gt;ay &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;restaram borboletas guardadas em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Como nos outros passeios e viagens, a gente nunca volta o mesmo. Volta renovada. Quer ser modificar o que não esta legal. Quer se amar mais. Sonha-se mais. Programa-se mais. E como faz bem. Tanto que eu, já quero aquelas belezas, aqueles sorrisos do povo do Rio de Janeiro que só eles têm, quero a poesia e a dança, e... o beijo na Nuth Barra. E assim somos lembranças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3703622479426023864-657477346258190890?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/657477346258190890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=657477346258190890' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/657477346258190890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/657477346258190890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2011/10/sonha-se-realiza-se.html' title='Sonha-se, realiza-se..'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kGYLhL2FsD8/TqN3H0TrYQI/AAAAAAAAA8k/DE5WF7UYU1g/s72-c/angelagosto%2B269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-8929534872535709408</id><published>2011-10-12T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T18:01:11.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>momento epitáfio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lds5emIjffU/TpY4PMbBE-I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/D1Yd2Ty8k-Q/s1600/Epitafio-da-banda-Titas%2B%25281%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lds5emIjffU/TpY4PMbBE-I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/D1Yd2Ty8k-Q/s320/Epitafio-da-banda-Titas%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662775415148712930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Para uma pequena reflexão, consolação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;(...)Devia ter complicado menos&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhado menos&lt;br /&gt;Ter visto o sol se pôr&lt;br /&gt;Devia ter me importado menos&lt;br /&gt;Com problemas pequenos&lt;br /&gt;Ter morrido de amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O acaso vai me proteger&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu andar distraído&lt;br /&gt;O acaso vai me proteger&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu andar...&lt;/b&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/3703622479426023864-8929534872535709408?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/8929534872535709408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=8929534872535709408' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/8929534872535709408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/8929534872535709408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2011/10/momento-epitafio.html' title='momento epitáfio'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lds5emIjffU/TpY4PMbBE-I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/D1Yd2Ty8k-Q/s72-c/Epitafio-da-banda-Titas%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-6330000747217146006</id><published>2011-10-06T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T14:36:20.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nem tudo é fácil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IbAuC9UO16c/To4fQj61wYI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/xMIeLW4dx6s/s1600/f%25C3%25A1cil.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IbAuC9UO16c/To4fQj61wYI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/xMIeLW4dx6s/s320/f%25C3%25A1cil.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660496151031693698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;É difícil fazer alguém feliz, assim como é fácil fazer triste.&lt;br /&gt;É difícil dizer eu te amo, assim como é fácil não dizer nada&lt;br /&gt;É difícil valorizar um amor, assim como é fácil perdê-lo para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;É difícil agradecer pelo dia de hoje, assim como é fácil viver mais um dia.&lt;br /&gt;É difícil enxergar o que a vida traz de bom, assim como é fácil fechar os olhos e atravessar a rua.&lt;br /&gt;É difícil se convencer de que se é feliz, assim como é fácil achar que sempre falta algo.&lt;br /&gt;É difícil fazer alguém sorrir, assim como é fácil fazer chorar.&lt;br /&gt;É difícil colocar-se no lugar de alguém, assim como é fácil olhar para o próprio umbigo.&lt;br /&gt;Se você errou, peça desculpas...&lt;br /&gt;É difícil pedir perdão? Mas quem disse que é fácil ser perdoado?&lt;br /&gt;Se alguém errou com você, perdoa-o...&lt;br /&gt;É difícil perdoar? Mas quem disse que é fácil se arrepender?&lt;br /&gt;Se você sente algo, diga...&lt;br /&gt;É difícil se abrir? Mas quem disse que é fácil encontrar&lt;br /&gt;alguém que queira escutar?&lt;br /&gt;Se alguém reclama de você, ouça...&lt;br /&gt;É difícil ouvir certas coisas? Mas quem disse que é fácil ouvir você?&lt;br /&gt;Se alguém te ama, ame-o...&lt;br /&gt;É difícil entregar-se? Mas quem disse que é fácil ser feliz?&lt;br /&gt;Nem tudo é fácil na vida...Mas, com certeza, nada é impossível&lt;br /&gt;Precisamos acreditar, ter fé e lutar&lt;br /&gt;para que não apenas sonhemos, Mas também tornemos todos esses desejos,&lt;br /&gt;realidade!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Cecília Meireles&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/3703622479426023864-6330000747217146006?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/6330000747217146006/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=6330000747217146006' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/6330000747217146006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/6330000747217146006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2011/10/nem-tudo-e-facil.html' title='Nem tudo é fácil'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IbAuC9UO16c/To4fQj61wYI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/xMIeLW4dx6s/s72-c/f%25C3%25A1cil.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-8506345173814289409</id><published>2011-09-19T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T16:30:54.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eu encontrei você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vfd6_eBRvpw/TnfQoi56NuI/AAAAAAAAA8I/t4CaH8w1u34/s1600/SAM_0320.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vfd6_eBRvpw/TnfQoi56NuI/AAAAAAAAA8I/t4CaH8w1u34/s320/SAM_0320.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654217252169987810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h1 id="identificador_musica" 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: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-transform: none; letter-spacing: normal; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; line-height: 26px; text-shadow: rgb(236, 236, 236) 0px 1px 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Ainda Bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13.5pt; text-decoration: none; text-transform: none; "&gt;&lt;a id="identificador_artista" href="http://letras.terra.com.br/marisa-monte/" style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13.5pt; text-decoration: none; text-transform: none; "&gt;Marisa Monte&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(183, 183, 0); font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;p 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: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Ainda bem&lt;br /&gt;Que agora encontrei você&lt;br /&gt;Eu realmente não sei&lt;br /&gt;O que eu fiz pra merecer&lt;br /&gt;Você&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Porque ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Dava nada por mim&lt;br /&gt;Quem dava, eu não tava a fim&lt;br /&gt;Até desacreditei&lt;br /&gt;De mim&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;O meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Já estava acostumado&lt;br /&gt;Com a solidão&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Quem diria que a meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Você iria ficar&lt;br /&gt;Você veio pra ficar&lt;br /&gt;Você que me faz feliz&lt;br /&gt;Você que me faz cantar&lt;br /&gt;Assim&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;O meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Já estava aposentado&lt;br /&gt;Sem nenhuma ilusão&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Tinha sido maltratado&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se transformou&lt;br /&gt;Agora você chegou&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Você que me faz feliz&lt;br /&gt;Você que me faz cantar&lt;br /&gt;Assim&lt;/p&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/3703622479426023864-8506345173814289409?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/8506345173814289409/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=8506345173814289409' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/8506345173814289409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/8506345173814289409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2011/09/eu-encontrei-voce.html' title='eu encontrei você'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vfd6_eBRvpw/TnfQoi56NuI/AAAAAAAAA8I/t4CaH8w1u34/s72-c/SAM_0320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-7452957190537546781</id><published>2011-09-12T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T17:00:17.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coldplay, nova música</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CVQ5A0SM8Mg/Tm6cubW1T5I/AAAAAAAAA8A/chD6HP4hjCQ/s1600/coldplay.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CVQ5A0SM8Mg/Tm6cubW1T5I/AAAAAAAAA8A/chD6HP4hjCQ/s320/coldplay.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651626903827992466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;O Coldplay lançou mais um single do novo disco, 'Mylo Xyloto', na manhã desta segunda-feira (12). A música tocou na &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio1/" target="_blank" style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; text-decoration: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; line-height: 17px; "&gt;Radio 1&lt;/a&gt;, da BBC, e foi publicada no &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/ColdplayTV?blend=5&amp;amp;ob=5" target="_blank" style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; text-decoration: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; line-height: 17px; "&gt;canal da banda no YouTube&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&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: georgia; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; " &gt;Esta é a segunda música de trabalho do quinto disco de estúdio do Coldplay, que será lançado no próximo dia 24 de outubro. Três semanas antes do lançamento, a banda se apresenta no Rock in Rio, como principal atração do palco mundo, fechando o sexto dia de festival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; " &gt;Neste fim de semana, eles divulgaram mais informações sobre 'Mylo Xyloto'. Uma delas é que a cantora Rihanna vai participar deste trabalho, na música 'Princess of China'. "O álbum foi concebido como uma peça. Tem dois personagens, um menino e uma menina, e no topo da nossa lista para fazer a menina estava Rihanna", &lt;a href="http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/showbiz/bizarre/3808583/Rihannas-amazing-on-our-new-album-but-it-took-me-ages-to-dare-ask-her.html" target="_blank" style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; text-decoration: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; line-height: 17px; "&gt;revelou o vocalista Chris Martin em entrevista ao The Sun. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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;Fonte: uol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-7452957190537546781?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/7452957190537546781/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=7452957190537546781' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/7452957190537546781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/7452957190537546781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2011/09/coldplay-nova-musica.html' title='Coldplay, nova música'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CVQ5A0SM8Mg/Tm6cubW1T5I/AAAAAAAAA8A/chD6HP4hjCQ/s72-c/coldplay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-351783253129985955</id><published>2011-08-31T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T17:45:27.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>estou apaixonada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(247, 240, 233); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 13px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 18px; "&gt;Amanhã Apaixona-se...&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(247, 240, 233); "&gt;Porque o dia seguinte é o dia mais importante da sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;É no dia seguinte que sabemos se o dia de ontem valeu a pena.&lt;br /&gt;É no dia seguinte que acordamos para a realidade ou dormimos no sonho.&lt;br /&gt;A vida da gente começa no dia seguinte e só existe uma maneira de viver: APAIXONADO.&lt;br /&gt;Por isto dance, dance como se ninguém estivesse vendo você,&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhe como se não precisasse de dinheiro,&lt;br /&gt;Corra como se não houvesse a chegada,&lt;br /&gt;Ame como se nunca tivesse sido magoado antes,&lt;br /&gt;Acredite como se não houvesse frustração,&lt;br /&gt;Grite como se ninguém estivesse ouvindo,&lt;br /&gt;Beije como se fosse eterno,&lt;br /&gt;Sorria como se não existissem lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;Abrace como se fossem todos amigos,&lt;br /&gt;Durma como se não houvesse amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;Crie como se não existisse crítica,&lt;br /&gt;Vá como se não precisasse voltar,&lt;br /&gt;Acorde como se você nunca mais fosse dormir de novo,&lt;br /&gt;Faça a próxima viagem como se fosse a última,&lt;br /&gt;Vista-se como se não conhecesse espelhos,&lt;br /&gt;Proponha como se não existissem as recusas,&lt;br /&gt;Brinque como se não tivesse crescido,&lt;br /&gt;Levante como se não tivesse caído,&lt;br /&gt;Case como se não houvesse outra,&lt;br /&gt;Mergulhe como se não houvesse medo,&lt;br /&gt;Ouça como se não existisse o certo ou errado,&lt;br /&gt;Fale como se não existisse o certo ou errado,&lt;br /&gt;Aprecie como se fosse eterno,&lt;br /&gt;Viva como se não houvesse fim.&lt;br /&gt;Prefira ser invés de ter,&lt;br /&gt;Sentir invés de fingir,&lt;br /&gt;Andar invés de parar,&lt;br /&gt;Ver invés de esconder,&lt;br /&gt;Abrir invés de fechar.&lt;br /&gt;Apaixonar-se é um exercício de jardinagem: arranque o que faz mal, prepare o terreno, semeie, seja paciente, espere, regue e cuide. Terá um jardim. Mas esteja preparado porque haverá pragas, secas ou excesso de chuvas. Se desistir, não terá um jardim. Terá um descampado.&lt;br /&gt;A paixão não se vê, não se guarda, não se prende, não se controla, não se compra, não se vende, não se fabrica.&lt;br /&gt;A paixão é a diferença entre o sucesso e o fracasso.&lt;br /&gt;Entre a dúvida e a certeza.&lt;br /&gt;Entre aqueles que gostam do que fazem e aqueles que fazem o que gostam.&lt;br /&gt;Apaixonados não esperam, agem.&lt;br /&gt;A paixão é o que faz coisas iguais serem diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se que a arca de noé foi construída por apaixonados que nada conheciam de navegação e de embarcação e o Titanic foi feito por engenheiros profissionais, fabulosos, que queriam mostrar seu poder.&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã, quando acordar, pense se hoje valeu a pena e APAIXONE-SE. Porque em 24 horas você vai entrar no dia mais importante da sua vida: o dia seguinte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-351783253129985955?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/351783253129985955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=351783253129985955' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/351783253129985955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/351783253129985955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2011/08/estou-apaixonada.html' title='estou apaixonada!'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-3381277822931417377</id><published>2011-08-24T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T18:08:52.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estudar, monografar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w9TEjNqHinI/TlWgnRjsUtI/AAAAAAAAA74/f5RTy_fpI5E/s1600/monografia-pronta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w9TEjNqHinI/TlWgnRjsUtI/AAAAAAAAA74/f5RTy_fpI5E/s320/monografia-pronta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644594304567235282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;A monografia é um dos informes educacionais mais requeridos no ensino superior. Muitas vezes é um método que não foi ensinado na escola e os universitários encaram um desafio aparentemente difícil. A monografia não é nada além um processo sistêmico de organização da informação. Siga os passos propostos abaixo e seu trabalho será algo divertido e muito proveitoso para toda sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eleja um tema sobre o qual gostaria de adquirir mais conhecimento, o tema deve ser algo ou alguém que realmente lhe inspire;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Você deve enfatizar somente um aspecto do tema que quer desenvolver, para não ter algo muito grande, onde esqueça detalhes importantes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando tiver decidido o tema para análise de um aspecto específico, comece reunir materiais informativos (livros, artigos, documentos de investigação, etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É importante que você organize suas fontes de informação fazendo uso do método do fichário. Esse método consiste em organizar pequenas fichas onde você especifica o autor do documento, a data de edição, o tema central que o relaciona com seu tema de investigação e, por último, a natureza do documento (artigo, documento, livro);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando terminar de revisar suas fontes, e tenha organizado as informações obtidas nas mesmas, comece a fazer o esboço do trabalho;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A primeira coisa que deve constar é a introdução, que é onde se faz um resumo sobre toda a informação que contém o documento, incluindo autores revisados, artigos e fontes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Divida seu trabalho em diferentes capítulos, dependendo do tema, use a ordem cronológica ou a ordem de importância dos mesmos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando tiver exposto todos os seus pontos pelos capítulos, elabore uma conclusão que deve resumir os aspectos analisados e evita estabelecer juízos de valor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Fonte: google&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/3703622479426023864-3381277822931417377?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/3381277822931417377/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=3381277822931417377' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/3381277822931417377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/3381277822931417377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2011/08/estudar-monografar.html' title='Estudar, monografar'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w9TEjNqHinI/TlWgnRjsUtI/AAAAAAAAA74/f5RTy_fpI5E/s72-c/monografia-pronta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-6885246067924988610</id><published>2011-08-19T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T13:18:05.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade bateu, Itália!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EpSHkGN-L4A/Tk7E7oSl5hI/AAAAAAAAA7w/d5cyY3afidY/s1600/italia.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EpSHkGN-L4A/Tk7E7oSl5hI/AAAAAAAAA7w/d5cyY3afidY/s320/italia.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642663911848535570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Amanhã, estreia na RBS TV, um curta sobre a Itália.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Claro que irei assistir. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Saudade, palavra que só existe em português, mas eu traduzo em italiano. Saudade da Itália todo dia. Quando escuto uma música, quando como sorvete, pois recordo que o melhor sorvete é o italiano.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando como massa, pizza, lasanha, nada se compara a cozinha de lá.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;O bela Itália, como foi importante pra mim, quão boas lembranças, cheiros, abraços, beijos, fotos, aprendizado, dança, música, passeios, lugares, trem, discoteca, risos, amigos, ahh os amigos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Saudade, saudade!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Bela Itália SAUDADE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Abaixo uma música italiana que me acompanhou durante um mês, lá, na Itália&lt;/b&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"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: justify; 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: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; text-transform: none; letter-spacing: normal; font-style: italic; "&gt;Sapore Di Sale de Gino Pauli&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 19px; text-align: justify; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Sapore di sale, sapore di mare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 19px; text-align: justify; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Che hai sulla pelle, che hai sulle labbra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 19px; text-align: justify; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Quando esci dall'acqua, e ti vieni a sdraiare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 19px; text-align: justify; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Vicino a me, vicino a me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; line-height: 19px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Sapore di sale, sapore di mare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; line-height: 19px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Un gusto un po'amaro di cose perdute,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; line-height: 19px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Di cose lasciate lontano da noi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; line-height: 19px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Dove il mondo è diverso, diverso da qui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; line-height: 19px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Qui tempo è dei giorni che passano pigri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; line-height: 19px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;E lasciano in bocca il gusto del sale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; line-height: 19px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Ti butti nell'acqua e mi lasci a guardarti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; line-height: 19px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;E rimango da solo nella sabbia e nel sole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; line-height: 19px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Poi torni viscino e ti lasci cadere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; line-height: 19px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Così nella sabbia e nelle mie braccia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; line-height: 19px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;E mentre ti bacio sapore di sale,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; line-height: 19px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Sapore di mare, sapore di te.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; line-height: 19px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Il tempo è dei giorni che passano pigri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; line-height: 19px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;E lasciano in bocca il gusto del sale,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; line-height: 19px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Ti butti nell'acqua e mi lasci a guardarti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; line-height: 19px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;E rimango da solo nella sabbia e nel sole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; line-height: 19px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Poi torni viscino e ti lasci cadere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; line-height: 19px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Così nella sabbia e nelle mie braccia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; line-height: 19px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;E mentre ti bacio sapore di sale,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; line-height: 19px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Sapore di mare, sapore di te.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-6885246067924988610?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/6885246067924988610/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=6885246067924988610' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/6885246067924988610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/6885246067924988610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2011/08/saudade-bateu-italia.html' title='Saudade bateu, Itália!'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EpSHkGN-L4A/Tk7E7oSl5hI/AAAAAAAAA7w/d5cyY3afidY/s72-c/italia.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-8223129626290345369</id><published>2011-08-11T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T15:29:07.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a nossa música...</title><content type='html'>Essa letra de música reflete o meu romance, o nosso romance. Boa sorte!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Demorei muito pra te encontrar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora eu quero só você &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Teu jeito todo especial de ser &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu fico louco com você &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Te abraço e sinto coisas que eu nao sei dizer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Só sinto com você &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meu pensamento voa de encontro ao teu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Será que é sonho meu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tava cansado de me preocupar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quantas vezes eu dancei &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E tantas vezes que eu só fiquei &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chorei chorei &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora eu quero ir fundo lá na emoçao &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mexer com o coraçao &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salta comigo alto todo mundo ver &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que eu quero só você &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Te abraço e sinto coisas que eu nao sei dizer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Só sinto com você &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meu pensamento voa de encontro ao teu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Será que é sonho meu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tava cansado de me preocupar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E tantas vezes eu dancei &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E tantas vezes que eu só fiquei &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chorei chorei &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora eu quero ir fundo lá na emoção &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mexer com o coração &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salta comigo alto todo mundo ver &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu quero só voce &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora eu quero ir fundo lá na emoção &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mexer com o coração &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salta comigo alto todo mundo ver &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu quero só você &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu quero só você &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu quero só você&lt;/div&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/3703622479426023864-8223129626290345369?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/8223129626290345369/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=8223129626290345369' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/8223129626290345369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/8223129626290345369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2011/08/nossa-musica.html' title='a nossa música...'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-8400907883497198296</id><published>2011-08-09T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T16:28:37.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1wVpYkun1uY/TkHCH0nr_jI/AAAAAAAAA7o/48Dk-4RHgW4/s1600/IMG_0476.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1wVpYkun1uY/TkHCH0nr_jI/AAAAAAAAA7o/48Dk-4RHgW4/s320/IMG_0476.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639001648084549170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DLABPFGTdeg/TkHB3Q9OoSI/AAAAAAAAA7g/gSnf7gubeg4/s1600/100_4613.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DLABPFGTdeg/TkHB3Q9OoSI/AAAAAAAAA7g/gSnf7gubeg4/s320/100_4613.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639001363633316130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4zXv_OtqWmY/TkHBeS6CsqI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/jbq6S9tUSfg/s1600/karen.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4zXv_OtqWmY/TkHBeS6CsqI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/jbq6S9tUSfg/s320/karen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639000934660092578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Amigos, a família que escolhemos! Eu escolhi a Karen pra fazer parte da minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Uma pequena homenagem a uma amiga, que me fez crescer, ver o diferente, ser mais estilosa, ou melhor ter seu próprio estilo, animada, e muito mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Eu te adoro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sucesso em suas novas escolhas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Um grande beijo da dramática Angélica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/3703622479426023864-8400907883497198296?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/8400907883497198296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=8400907883497198296' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/8400907883497198296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/8400907883497198296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2011/08/amigos.html' title='Amigos'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1wVpYkun1uY/TkHCH0nr_jI/AAAAAAAAA7o/48Dk-4RHgW4/s72-c/IMG_0476.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-619668473841466750</id><published>2011-08-03T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T17:35:15.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class="fr0" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 40px; display: block; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 1em/normal Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; background-position: 0% 0%; "&gt;“Tô me aproximando de tudo que me faz completo, me faz feliz e que me quer bem. Tô aproveitando tudo de bom que essa nossa vida tem. Tô me dedicando de verdade pra agradar um outro alguém. Tô trazendo pra perto de mim quem eu gosto e quem gosta de mim também. Ultimamente eu só tô querendo ver o ‘bom’ que todo mundo tem. Relaxa, respira, se irritar é bom pra quem? Supera, suporta, entenda: isento de problemas eu não conheço ninguém. Queira viver, viver melhor, viver sorrindo e até os cem. Tô feliz, to despreocupado, com a vida eu to de bem.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/caio_fernando_abreu/" class="autor" style="font-size: 1em; padding-left: 5px; "&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-619668473841466750?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/619668473841466750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=619668473841466750' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/619668473841466750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/619668473841466750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-9087724215267415770</id><published>2011-07-31T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T17:57:32.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Você acredita em amor á primeira vista?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N1DsOpdpzn0/TjX53JN1xfI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/wTODhf_-i0k/s1600/tumblr_l7k778CZNp1qbwxizo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N1DsOpdpzn0/TjX53JN1xfI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/wTODhf_-i0k/s320/tumblr_l7k778CZNp1qbwxizo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635685234486134258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-size: large; "&gt;Resumo do ocorrido. O texto é da internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Existe amor à primeira vista? O que é realmente certo sobre esta lenda do Cupido lançando flechas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já aconteceu de você estar numa festa, dar uma volta e cruzar seus olhos com os de um garoto maravilhoso, o qual você não consegue deixar de olhar? Sentiu borboletas no estômago e ficou nervosa quando ele sorriu para você pela primeira vez? E quando vocês se deram um encontrão sem querer e nenhum dos dois sabia o que fazer? Isto se chama amor à primeira  vista.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Parece que estas flechadas do Cupido existem mesmo. Inclusive algumas investigações comprovaram que o amor à primeira vsiat é possível. Para sermos sinceras, é claro que todas nós gostamos de garotos bonitos.Mas depois do primeiro impacto, também há os sentimentos. Não há dúvida de que esta primeira flechada é o que nos leva a querer conhecer melhor a pessoa. Mas o que acontece quando continuamos sentindo flechadas a cada dia?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do ponto de vista centífico, as flechadas ativam um hormônio chamado&lt;em&gt; ferormonas.&lt;/em&gt; As ferormonas são expelidas através da pele e contém um odor imperceptível. Somente algumas pessoas são sensíveis a certos tipos de ferormonas e dependendo de como for este odor, eles podem despertar sensações prazerosas na outra pessoa.  Esta também é a explicação para a atração física que às vezes sentimos por alguns garotos, já que inconscientemente percebemos seu odor especial e nos sentimos atraídas.&lt;/p&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/3703622479426023864-9087724215267415770?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/9087724215267415770/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=9087724215267415770' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/9087724215267415770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/9087724215267415770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2011/07/voce-acredita-em-amor-primeira-vista.html' title='Você acredita em amor á primeira vista?'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N1DsOpdpzn0/TjX53JN1xfI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/wTODhf_-i0k/s72-c/tumblr_l7k778CZNp1qbwxizo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-4560113018920168404</id><published>2011-07-30T16:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T16:04:35.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos da Itália</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X-EHvI3VYaA/TjSN_GchHbI/AAAAAAAAA7I/xJOziR1roEY/s1600/100_2178.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X-EHvI3VYaA/TjSN_GchHbI/AAAAAAAAA7I/xJOziR1roEY/s320/100_2178.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635285148948831666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ka2rbEmvYs/TjSN0hUV9rI/AAAAAAAAA7A/OTn2QYqdc9o/s1600/100_1574.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ka2rbEmvYs/TjSN0hUV9rI/AAAAAAAAA7A/OTn2QYqdc9o/s320/100_1574.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635284967183742642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KE_XzICN4KM/TjSNri3vf0I/AAAAAAAAA64/9vQrQ9YgICo/s1600/000_0040.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KE_XzICN4KM/TjSNri3vf0I/AAAAAAAAA64/9vQrQ9YgICo/s320/000_0040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635284812981829442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZI3A2tA8vFI/TjSNkOQ1EAI/AAAAAAAAA6w/0VjORuTXIr8/s1600/100_2124.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 177px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZI3A2tA8vFI/TjSNkOQ1EAI/AAAAAAAAA6w/0VjORuTXIr8/s320/100_2124.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635284687190822914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-4560113018920168404?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/4560113018920168404/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=4560113018920168404' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/4560113018920168404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/4560113018920168404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2011/07/fotos-da-italia.html' title='Fotos da Itália'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X-EHvI3VYaA/TjSN_GchHbI/AAAAAAAAA7I/xJOziR1roEY/s72-c/100_2178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-8217139118061121386</id><published>2011-07-30T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T15:57:30.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Que seja doce..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Nossa! Quantos meses sem postar no blog. Mas admito que a correria estava grande, mas claro, nenhuma desculpa para não ter alguns minutos e escrever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Agosto chegando, e o primeiro semestre de 2011 já se foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Depois de muitos fatos ocorridos no primeiro semestre, viagens, passeios, reencontros, estudos, muito estudo, trabalho, muito trabalho, é hora de continuar, levantar a cabeça e seguir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Mais 6 meses! E não estou na contagem regressiva, apenas na espera de mudança, na verdade estamos sempre a espera de mudanças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Mas segundo meu astrólogo, minhas mudanças virão a partir do dia 1 de setembro, um novo ciclo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;E se nada ocorrer, e se nada mudar, a esperança é a melhor remédio que há!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Abaixo um trecho de uns dos meus escritos favoritos: Caio Fernando Abreu.&lt;/span&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="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Vai menina, fecha os olhos. Solta os cabelos. Joga a vida. Como quem não tem o que perder. Como quem não aposta. Como quem brinca somente. Vai, esquece do mundo. Molha os pés na poça. Mergulha no que te dá vontade. Que a vida não espera por você. Abraça o que te faz sorrir. Sonha que é de graça. Não espere. Promessas, vão e vem. Planos, se desfazem. Regras, você as dita. Palavras, o vento leva. Distância, só existe pra quem quer. Sonhos, se realizam, ou não. Os olhos se fecham um dia, pra sempre. E o que importa você sabe, menina. É o quão isso te faz sorrir. E só."&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/3703622479426023864-8217139118061121386?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/8217139118061121386/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=8217139118061121386' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/8217139118061121386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/8217139118061121386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2011/07/que-seja-doce.html' title='Que seja doce..'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-2988044289901544066</id><published>2011-03-07T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T15:01:39.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Projeto de mono</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Esse semestre eu inicio o meu projeto de monografia!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Estava começando a fazer 6 cadeiras, mas cheguei a conclusão que será muito difícil dar conta de tudo. Então vou cancela 2 cadeiras.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Trabalhando 40 h por semana, é puxado!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas a função da mono, está me deixando um pouco sem sono. Na realidade eu estou muito empolgada em fazer a mono, estou preparada a ler muita coisa, e escrever, reescrever também!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Faz parte.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Este semestre vai ser daqueles!!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;É isso!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Simbora!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-2988044289901544066?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/2988044289901544066/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=2988044289901544066' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/2988044289901544066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/2988044289901544066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2011/03/projeto-de-mono.html' title='Projeto de mono'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-8584738470660433660</id><published>2011-03-01T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T12:58:10.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Músicas</title><content type='html'>De volta da Itália e com as malas cheias de saudade!&lt;div&gt;Um mês na Itália, e muitas experiências, novos conhecimentos, lindos lugares!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom, as novidades e curiosidades sobre o passeio merecem um post especial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje coloco abaixo uma letra de música de um cantor que se chama Javanotti, e que eu literalmente sou fã&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 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;Bella &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="info_url_artist" href="http://www.vagalume.com.br/jovanotti/" style="color: rgb(0, 100, 119); cursor: pointer; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; text-decoration: none; display: inline; font-style: italic; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; "&gt;Jovanotti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;E gira gira il mondo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;e gira il mondo e giro te&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;mi guardi e non rispondo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;perché risposta non c'è&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;nelle parole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;bella come una mattina d'acqua cristallina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;come una finestra che m'illumina il cuscino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;calda come il pane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ombra sotto il pino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;mentre t'allontani stai con me forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;lavoro tutto il giorno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;e tutto il giorno penso a tee quando il pane sforno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;lo tengo caldo per te...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;chiara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;come un ABC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;come un lunedì di vacanza dopo un anno di lavoro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;bella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;forte come un fiore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;dolce di dolore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;bella come il vento che l'ha fatto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;bello amore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;gioia primitiva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;di saperti viva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;vita piena giorni e ore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;batticuore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;pura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;dolce mariposa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;nuda come sposa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;mentre t'allontani stai con me forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;bella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;come una mattina di acqua cristallina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;come una finestra che mi illumina il cuscino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;calda come il pane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ombra sotto un pino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;come un passaporto con la foto di un bambino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;bella come un tondo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;grande come il mondo calda di scirocco e fresca come tramontana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;come a fortuna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tu così opportuna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;mentre t'allontani stai con me forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;bella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;come un'armonia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;come l'allegria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;come la mia nonna in una foto da ragazza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;come una poesia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;o madonna mia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;come la realtà che incontra la mia fantasia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3703622479426023864-8584738470660433660?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/8584738470660433660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=8584738470660433660' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/8584738470660433660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/8584738470660433660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2011/03/musicas.html' title='Músicas'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-2706548676136325857</id><published>2011-02-11T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T05:50:08.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passeando pela Itàlia</title><content type='html'>Estou a duas semanas na bela Itàlia!&lt;br /&gt;Um paìs encantador. Pela beleza natural, pela arte, pela gastronomia, e por diversas qualidades que aqui tem.&lt;br /&gt;Estou amando conhecer uma nova cultura, novas comidas. Um povo um pouco mais frio, mas gentil.&lt;br /&gt;Hà muitas qualidades deste paìs.&lt;br /&gt;A maioria das cidades tem uma identidade parecida, casas iguais, povo pequeno e acolhedor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas cada um tem uma impressao diferente da Itàlia.&lt;br /&gt;A minha foi a melhor possìvel desse paìs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em breve posto um pouco mais de cada cidade!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-2706548676136325857?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/2706548676136325857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=2706548676136325857' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/2706548676136325857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/2706548676136325857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2011/02/passeando-pela-italia.html' title='Passeando pela Itàlia'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-9133416439261527602</id><published>2011-01-25T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T15:39:12.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>poesofia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;feliz é o homem &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;que soube trocar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;a superficialidade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;pela essência das coisas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;na leveza do existir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;não se deixa influenciar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;pelas aparências&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;sabe que o valor do vôo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;não é medido pela decolagem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;velocidade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;muitos menos pelo itinerário&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;o valor do vôo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;não é outra coisa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;é o vôo em si...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ivam Petrovitch&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/3703622479426023864-9133416439261527602?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/9133416439261527602/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=9133416439261527602' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/9133416439261527602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/9133416439261527602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2011/01/poesofia.html' title='poesofia'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-922793774984664281</id><published>2011-01-22T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T15:21:07.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>canção...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p 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: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Não quero mais&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir quem diz&lt;br /&gt;Que o amor é só&lt;br /&gt;Pra ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Angústia ou paz&lt;br /&gt;Prazer ou dor&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero é mais&lt;br /&gt;Morrer de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Eu quero amar demais&lt;br /&gt;Sem poupar coração&lt;br /&gt;Que pra mim o amor que apraz&lt;br /&gt;É uma louca paixão&lt;br /&gt;Um amor só satisfaz&lt;br /&gt;Além da razão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;'Sem poupar coração&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;Nana Caymmi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 20px; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 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: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: 400; text-transform: none; letter-spacing: normal; color: rgb(183, 183, 0); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-922793774984664281?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/922793774984664281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=922793774984664281' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/922793774984664281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/922793774984664281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2011/01/cancao.html' title='canção...'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-7252244975875266076</id><published>2011-01-19T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T15:43:33.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bela Itália</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/TTdyOv5WaUI/AAAAAAAAA40/KhGaYMwde98/s1600/castelraimondo_grande.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/TTdyOv5WaUI/AAAAAAAAA40/KhGaYMwde98/s400/castelraimondo_grande.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564041462340282690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Na próxima semana, mais precisamente no dia 29 de janeiro embarco com mais 21 colegas, para a maravilhosa Itália.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Vamos ficar por lá um mês estudando a cultura e a língua italiana, na pequena cidade de Castelraimondo, na região de Marque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Vai ser minha primeira experiência internacional. Estou bem tranquila e aberta a conhecer vários lugares, uma nova cultura e um povo diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Experiências fora do país sempre são válidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;O que a maioria dos amigos que me conhecem perguntam, porque eu, uma descendente de alemã, e falando alemão, vou estudar italiano?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bom, a Itália sempre me chamou a atenção, assim como a França. Como sou uma nostálgica assumida, a Itália que foi berço de tantas histórias me interessou sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Claro, fora as belas paisagens que fazem desse país lindo. Não falo de cidades como Milão que a parte não me interessa muito, mas de cidades históricas cheias de grandes histórias por trás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;E vou tratar buscar e estudar mais algumas obras do escritor e filósofo Umberto Eco, muito importante para minha área da comunicação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bom, espero voltar com muitas experiencias, talvez decepções, mas uma bagagem cultural bem cheia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Até...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; "&gt;Arrivederci!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-7252244975875266076?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/7252244975875266076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=7252244975875266076' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/7252244975875266076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/7252244975875266076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2011/01/bela-italia.html' title='Bela Itália'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/TTdyOv5WaUI/AAAAAAAAA40/KhGaYMwde98/s72-c/castelraimondo_grande.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-8662362135689152332</id><published>2011-01-10T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T16:08:20.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leitura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/TSuceT5bSiI/AAAAAAAAA4o/aLwIt1gZGuk/s1600/692814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 119px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/TSuceT5bSiI/AAAAAAAAA4o/aLwIt1gZGuk/s400/692814.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560710209470155298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Estou lendo uma obra maravilhosa do escritor francês Honoré de Balzac &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;(1799-1850)&lt;/span&gt;, que foi um dos escritores mais extraordinários dos últimos tempos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Balzac, é autor da obra clássica, "Comédia humana", que quem ler, terá o mundo em suas mãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A obra que estou lendo se institua "O amor mascado", que depois de muitos anos ganhou uma edição no Brasil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Vale a pena ler, qualquer obra deste grande escritor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Abaixo um resumo da obra, retirado do site verdestrigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Consta que, desde a infância, Honoré de Balzac (1799-1850) tinha duas ambições: ser aceito no meio aristocrático e tornar-se uma celebridade literária.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O passo inicial para atingir o primeiro propósito fora dado por seu pai. Assim que melhorou de vida, Bernard-François Balssa trocou o sobrenome para Balzac -originário de uma tradicional família do sul da França, onde havia nascido- e o fez preceder por um "de", para lhe dar um toque de nobreza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto à literatura, Honoré não se cansava de, todas as noites, sonhar com os olhos abertos diante de sua irmã Laure, descrevendo-lhe os projetos que, um dia, iriam torná-lo monumental como Rabelais - que nascera na mesma cidade que ele, Tours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De alguma forma, "O Amor Mascarado", romance que acaba de ganhar edição no Brasil, representa um encontro entre as mais antigas aspirações de Balzac. O livro foi escrito para presentear uma aristocrata, Dorothée de Biren, duquesa de Dino. E, embora longe de uma obra-prima, a narrativa ratifica que a trajetória do romance possa ser dividida em antes e depois de Honoré de Balzac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como não integra "A Comédia Humana" - título talvez sugerido ao ficcionista por um amigo, Auguste de Belloy, e sob o qual se abriga o extraordinário conjunto de quase cem livros-, "O Amor Mascarado", via de regra, fica de fora quando se compila a produção balzaquiana. Lançado em 1911, o romance permaneceu "por mais de meio século" guardado na biblioteca da homenageada. De lá, por iniciativa do próprio duque de Dino, Maurice de Talleyrand-Périgord, o manuscrito chegou a um certo Lucien Aubanel -que, por sua vez, o entregou à editora La Renaissance du Livre, a qual o trouxe a público.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que se deve acrescentar é que, ao conhecê-lo, no ano de 1843, em Berlim, a duquesa de Dino achou o escritor "desajeitado e comum", segundo assinala Graham Robb em "Balzac - Uma Biografia" (1995). Curiosamente, o editor francês afirma que o ficcionista decidiu oferecer o presente a Dorothée de Biren por ser recebido "como um íntimo" em sua casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O Amor Mascarado", que se chamava, a princípio, "Imprudência e Felicidade", conta uma história de inspiração moderna - com passagens inverossímeis. Num baile carnavalesco do Ópera, Léon de Préval, oficial da cavalaria, é abordado por uma jovem de máscara, Elinor de Roselis, que lhe pede ajuda para encontrar o casal com quem estava havia alguns minutos. À primeira vista, o interesse instantâneo de Léon pela mascarada não passa de um flerte. Em duas páginas, porém, ele já diz que ama a desconhecida. Impassível, ela, que se confessara viúva e desiludida com os homens, marca um encontro para somente dali a três semanas, dando início a um plano surpreendente -engravidar de Léon e desaparecer de Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A idéia de uma mulher mascarada usando um estranho para consolidar o único amor ao qual está disposta a corresponder -o de um filho- é, não se discute, vigorosa. O romance, aliás, se apóia na figura de Elinor. Nada a estranhar: Honoré de Balzac tem sido, há muito, considerado um dos maiores criadores de personagens femininas. O ponto fraco da trama está em Léon -o perfil psicológico do oficial parece um rascunho diante do desenho de sólida coerência que é a mascarada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os livros que formam "A Comédia Humana" e, mesmo alguns que não entraram nela, como "O Amor Mascarado", transformaram Honoré de Balzac, na definição precisa de Walter Benjamin, no "primeiro herói da vida moderna". Isso talvez explique por que, mais do que em sua época, ele se afirme hoje como uma celebridade literária. A vida em vigília -das noites em que conversava com a irmã sobre seus projetos de escritor até as que se punha a escrever freneticamente- o fez escapar do pesado sono da morte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rinaldo Gama é coordenador-executivo do Instituto Moreira Salles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Fonte: Verdestrigos&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/3703622479426023864-8662362135689152332?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/8662362135689152332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=8662362135689152332' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/8662362135689152332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/8662362135689152332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2011/01/leitura.html' title='Leitura'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/TSuceT5bSiI/AAAAAAAAA4o/aLwIt1gZGuk/s72-c/692814.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-2493957922770972976</id><published>2010-12-27T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T17:37:39.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 14px; margin-top: 4px; margin-bottom: 4px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Receita de ano novo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 14px; margin-top: 4px; margin-bottom: 4px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para você ganhar belíssimo Ano Novo&lt;br /&gt;cor do arco-íris, ou da cor da sua paz,&lt;br /&gt;Ano Novo sem comparação com todo o tempo já vivido&lt;br /&gt;(mal vivido talvez ou sem sentido)&lt;br /&gt;para você ganhar um ano&lt;br /&gt;não apenas pintado de novo, remendado às carreiras,&lt;br /&gt;mas novo nas sementinhas do vir-a-ser;&lt;br /&gt;novo&lt;br /&gt;até no coração das coisas menos percebidas&lt;br /&gt;(a começar pelo seu interior)&lt;br /&gt;novo, espontâneo, que de tão perfeito nem se nota,&lt;br /&gt;mas com ele se come, se passeia,&lt;br /&gt;se ama, se compreende, se trabalha,&lt;br /&gt;você não precisa beber champanha ou qualquer outra birita,&lt;br /&gt;não precisa expedir nem receber mensagens&lt;br /&gt;(planta recebe mensagens?&lt;br /&gt;passa telegramas?)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 14px; margin-top: 4px; margin-bottom: 4px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa&lt;br /&gt;fazer lista de boas intenções&lt;br /&gt;para arquivá-las na gaveta.&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa chorar arrependido&lt;br /&gt;pelas besteiras consumidas&lt;br /&gt;nem parvamente acreditar&lt;br /&gt;que por decreto de esperança&lt;br /&gt;a partir de janeiro as coisas mudem&lt;br /&gt;e seja tudo claridade, recompensa,&lt;br /&gt;justiça entre os homens e as nações,&lt;br /&gt;liberdade com cheiro e gosto de pão matinal,&lt;br /&gt;direitos respeitados, começando&lt;br /&gt;pelo direito augusto de viver.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 14px; margin-top: 4px; margin-bottom: 4px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ganhar um Ano Novo&lt;br /&gt;que mereça este nome,&lt;br /&gt;você, meu caro, tem de merecê-lo,&lt;br /&gt;tem de fazê-lo novo, eu sei que não é fácil,&lt;br /&gt;mas tente, experimente, consciente.&lt;br /&gt;É dentro de você que o Ano Novo&lt;br /&gt;cochila e espera desde sempre.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 14px; margin-top: 4px; margin-bottom: 4px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 14px; margin-top: 4px; margin-bottom: 4px; "&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-2493957922770972976?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/2493957922770972976/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=2493957922770972976' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/2493957922770972976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/2493957922770972976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2010/12/receita-de-ano-novo-para-voce-ganhar.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-7350869501418099447</id><published>2010-12-18T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T05:28:28.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>final de ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/TQy2lC98HnI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/wtENeshqIpk/s1600/reveillon-2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/TQy2lC98HnI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/wtENeshqIpk/s400/reveillon-2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552013188209057394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;E mais um ano se aproxima. Mais um natal, mais comemorações, revelação de amigo secreto, jantas de despedidas e aquele ritual que estamos acostumados a fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Parece que o final de ano tem algumas coisas iguais aos outros anos. Mas cada ano é diferente, é especial. São 12 meses de muitas emoções, trabalho e estudo duro, momentos bons, como também momentos ruins, mas o que sempre lembramos são os momentos bons, as boas lembranças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;E com certeza pra mim não foi diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destaco aqui um retro: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Janeiro - virada de ano em Garopaba, praia em Floripa, um semana de boas companhias e aprendizado no Fórum Social Mundial que aconteceu em Porto Alegre, juntamente com minha querida amiga Inara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Fevereiro - primeiro passeio a cidade maravilhosa, Rio de Janeiro. Reencontro com amigos de lá, em especial Antonio. O dia marcante 28/02/2010 - show do Coldplay INESQUECÍVEL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Março- Troca de setor, que por sinal foi boa. Volta ás aulas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;E nos outros meses destaco a o reentro com Luciano, Icaro, oktobefest, aproximação com amiga Carina, chimas com pessoas especiais, momentos legais com pessoas pelas quais tenho muito carinho, pai, mãe, mana, Deise M. ,Neiva, Inara, Carina, alguns familiares e por ai...vários.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;E mais momentos bons que não vem ao momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Mas 2010 foi 10. Poderia ter sido melhor, mas foi bom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;E 2011 como eu já disse vai ser melhor ainda. Primeira viagem internacional, Itália, irei fazer minha mono, conclusão de curso, Rock in Rio, mais confraternizações com amigos e familiares e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; muito, quero muito compromisso com meus estudos e terabalho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;É isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Feliz 2011 a todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Beijo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-7350869501418099447?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/7350869501418099447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=7350869501418099447' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/7350869501418099447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/7350869501418099447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2010/12/final-de-ano.html' title='final de ano'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/TQy2lC98HnI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/wtENeshqIpk/s72-c/reveillon-2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-4156362831426838056</id><published>2010-12-04T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T18:46:08.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vale a pena assistir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/TPr8GDFzqmI/AAAAAAAAA4A/69cM1TiNegU/s1600/amelie_poulain2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/TPr8GDFzqmI/AAAAAAAAA4A/69cM1TiNegU/s400/amelie_poulain2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547023071899265634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; " &gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje pela milésima vez, acabo de assistir ao filme "O fabuloso destino de Amélie Poulain". Um filme espetacular. Além de mostra de forme diferente e clara as coisas simples da vida, a trilha sonora é magnífica. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Não canso de assistir e me emocionar ao ver esse fabuloso mundo de Amélie.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Pra quem não assistiu ao filme, não perde essa dica.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;A trilha sonora de O Fabuloso Destino de Amélie Poulain, filme dirigido por Jean-Pierre Jeuneut, tem um resultado admirável dentro e fora das telas, os créditos devem ser dados a Yann Tiersen.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Essa é a dica para o findi!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;beijo.&lt;/b&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/3703622479426023864-4156362831426838056?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/4156362831426838056/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=4156362831426838056' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/4156362831426838056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/4156362831426838056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2010/12/vale-pena-assistir.html' title='Vale a pena assistir'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/TPr8GDFzqmI/AAAAAAAAA4A/69cM1TiNegU/s72-c/amelie_poulain2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-7573961498403293183</id><published>2010-11-25T15:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T15:36:07.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/TO7yyb8WkTI/AAAAAAAAA34/U3_T-XplfPY/s1600/ha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/TO7yyb8WkTI/AAAAAAAAA34/U3_T-XplfPY/s400/ha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543635139647934770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Às vezes, esperamos a pessoa tomar a iniciativa e vir falar conosco, apenas para saber se ela realmente se importa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-7573961498403293183?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/7573961498403293183/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=7573961498403293183' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/7573961498403293183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/7573961498403293183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2010/11/as-vezes-esperamos-pessoa-tomar.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/TO7yyb8WkTI/AAAAAAAAA34/U3_T-XplfPY/s72-c/ha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-8750378208879321265</id><published>2010-11-21T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T13:46:34.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/TOmN66P6WGI/AAAAAAAAA3o/_XM3j_eCZm0/s1600/comer-rezar-e-amar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/TOmN66P6WGI/AAAAAAAAA3o/_XM3j_eCZm0/s400/comer-rezar-e-amar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542116859664029794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ontem assisti a filme "Comer, rezar e amar". Diga-se de passagem muito bom. Eu li o livro então, afirmo que o livro tem aquele gostinho de quero mais, do que o filme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Faltou algumas explicações o porque de que os relacionamento de Liz não deram certo, isso no filme, faltou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mas hoje eu posto no blog para falar de uma música que baixei hoje pela manhã e até agora estou escutando. Ela simplesmente é MARAVILHOSA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A música tocou no filme. É de Neil Young e se chama "Harvest Moon"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Linda. A letra é bem significativa e o embalo da música é um convite para chamar seu namorado, esposo e sair dançado. Agora se não tiver, escute apenas essa linda melodia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Boa semana a todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Angel&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/3703622479426023864-8750378208879321265?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/8750378208879321265/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-1352398012980281102</id><published>2010-11-07T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T15:37:50.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fases...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Por que será? &lt;br /&gt;Por que será&lt;br /&gt;Que eu ando triste por te adorar&lt;br /&gt;Por que será&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida insiste em se mostrar&lt;br /&gt;Mais distraída dentro de um bar&lt;br /&gt;Por que será&lt;br /&gt;Por que será&lt;br /&gt;Que o nosso assunto já se acabou&lt;br /&gt;Por que será&lt;br /&gt;Que o que era junto se separou&lt;br /&gt;E o que era muito se definhou&lt;br /&gt;Por que será&lt;br /&gt;Eu quantas vezes me sento à mesa de algum lugar&lt;br /&gt;Falando coisas só por falar&lt;br /&gt;Adiando a hora de te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;É muito triste quando se sente tudo morrer&lt;br /&gt;E ainda existe o amor que mente para esconder&lt;br /&gt;Que o amor presente não tem mais nada para dizer&lt;br /&gt;Vinícius de Moraes&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-1352398012980281102?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/1352398012980281102/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=1352398012980281102' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/1352398012980281102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/1352398012980281102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2010/11/fases.html' title='fases...'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-9007191548618348310</id><published>2010-10-15T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T14:05:04.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sou como você me vê.&lt;br /&gt;Posso ser leve como uma brisa ou forte como uma ventania,&lt;br /&gt;Depende de quando e como você me vê passar.&lt;br /&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-9007191548618348310?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/9007191548618348310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=9007191548618348310' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/9007191548618348310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/9007191548618348310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2010/10/sou-como-voce-me-ve.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-2852426331434074799</id><published>2010-09-28T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T17:50:50.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trecho de Cortázar</title><content type='html'>"O vórtice do pavor sempre foi a manifestação do sobrenatural, daquilo que não se pode tocar nem ouvir nem ver com os sentidos habituais”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-2852426331434074799?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-7411388378931433353</id><published>2010-09-08T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T16:08:52.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pesquisar é bom, se diverti é demais!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/TIgXIafc4fI/AAAAAAAAA3I/KbKMUIe7nUA/s1600/untitled33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/TIgXIafc4fI/AAAAAAAAA3I/KbKMUIe7nUA/s400/untitled33.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514683177032802802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final de semana que passou estive em Caxias do Sul (RS), participando do XXXIII º INTERCOM, e apresentei com meu colega Elisio o projeto no qual sou bolsista voluntária " Memória Institucional".&lt;br /&gt;A chegada em Caxias, foi no sábado pela manhã, logo fui às palestras. &lt;br /&gt;Depois de um delicioso almoço com as amigas Clarissa (Caca) e Cristiane (Cris), dançamos 'Macarena', no Centro de Convivência deles.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;E a tarde participamos de um GT sobre "Teoria do Jornalismo", com o maravilhoso e inteligente professor da UFF, Felipe Pena. Felipe entende do assunto. A tarde passou rápida, mas as lembranças ficam de um tarde bacana e de várias trocas de experiências.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;À noite fomos ao maravilhoso hotél (sem comentários). E depois de um banho, as meninas se arrumaram e se mandaram para a balada, claro eu junto.&lt;br /&gt;O lugar? VOICE! Mara. Muito legal, e a festa integrou vários congressistas, e o som animou á todos... Desde música anos 80 até 'Raimunda', 'Macarena'.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;E fui dormir tarde, acordei cedo. E tranquila para ás 09h00min da manhã apresentar o projeto sob coordenação do professor Marcelo Chamusca, coordenador da pós-graduação em Relações Públicas FBB. Boas colocações do professor e a turma que estava reunida para apresentar os projetos, também se saíram muito bem. Enfim o restante do dia foi de sol, na maravilhosa estrutura da UCS e aulinhas, conversas, chimarrão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um belo final de semana, eu diria! Lembranças a parte!&lt;br /&gt;Abraço!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-7411388378931433353?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/7411388378931433353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=7411388378931433353' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/7411388378931433353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/7411388378931433353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2010/09/pesquisar-e-bom-se-diverti-e-demais.html' title='Pesquisar é bom, se diverti é demais!'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/TIgXIafc4fI/AAAAAAAAA3I/KbKMUIe7nUA/s72-c/untitled33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-9068206429386204333</id><published>2010-08-31T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T17:42:59.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Óh Santa Maria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/TIBELeo2pvI/AAAAAAAAA3A/XTD9oGaO448/s1600/santamaria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/TIBELeo2pvI/AAAAAAAAA3A/XTD9oGaO448/s400/santamaria.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512480907895154418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Minha história se mistura com a tua, e que bom que é assim, tenho orgulho de ser teu filho, de passear pelo calçadão no sábado de manhã e ver tudo que é só teu, vontade de viajar no trem da história, embarcar na Presidente e descer lá na Boca do Monte, orgulho de ver o teu povo que anda depressa, e mesmo assim tem tempo pra sorrir, vontade de gritar que te amo, de correr pelos teus trilhos, desde o Maneco até a rua sete. Santa Maria da mãe Medianeira, que repousa na catedral e assiste seus filhos passar numa Rio Branco que não pára. Santa Maria, lugar que vive o conhecimento que pulsa vibrante. Cidade dos meus sonhos, e dos sonhos de tantos outros, dos versos e acordes de quem é apaixonado por ti. Cidade de Beto, de Isa, de Marcio, Patrícia e outros vários... Vontade de sentar na Saldanha Marinho e ver teu por de sol ser destaque no Treze de Maio... Tu és assim, minha vontade de escrever, de sorrir, correr, pular e gritar que é minha relíquia. Meu chão e minha paixã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;o&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/3703622479426023864-9068206429386204333?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/9068206429386204333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=9068206429386204333' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/9068206429386204333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/9068206429386204333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-santa-maria.html' title='Óh Santa Maria'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/TIBELeo2pvI/AAAAAAAAA3A/XTD9oGaO448/s72-c/santamaria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-3600841649841776680</id><published>2010-08-22T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T15:38:55.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leitura...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/THGmz0EwqlI/AAAAAAAAA2g/1oukhfFpkXk/s1600/proust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/THGmz0EwqlI/AAAAAAAAA2g/1oukhfFpkXk/s400/proust.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508367228332976722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Um grande escritor, uma leitura que pretendo iniciar nas próximas férias da faculdade. A obra "Em busca do tempo perdido", do escritor Proust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um pouco de sua história!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Valentin Louis Georges Eugène Marcel Proust foi um importante escritor e poeta francês. Nasceu na cidade de Paris em 10 de julho de 1871 e faleceu na mesma cidade em 18 de novembro de 1922. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;A obra mais conhecida de Proust foi “Em busca do tempo perdido”, um conjunto de sete novelas, considerada uma das grandes obras da literatura do século XX. É considerado um dos grandes escritores românticos do começo do século XX..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Principais momentos da vida (biografia):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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 style="text-align: justify;"&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;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&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;- No ano de 1891, entrou para a faculdade de Direito da Sorbonne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&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;- Proust preparou-se para seguir a carreira de diplomata, porém desistiu para ser escritor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&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;- Fundou com alguns amigos, em 1892, a revista Le Banquet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&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;- Escreveu para revista francesa La Revue Blanche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&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;- Em 1919, ganhou o prêmio literário francês Goncourt, pela obra “À sombra das raparigas em flor”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&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;- Perdeu a mãe em 1905 e herdou uma grande fortuna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&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;- Após a morte da mãe, isolou-se socialmente para dedicar-se exclusivamente à literatura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&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;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Principais obras de Proust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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 style="text-align: justify;"&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;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&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;- Os prazeres do dia – 1896&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&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;- Em busca do tempo perdido – 1913 a 1927&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&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;- No caminho de Swann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&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;- À sombra das raparigas em flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&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;- O caminho de Guermantes (I e II)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&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;- Sodoma e Gomorra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&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;- A prisioneira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&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;- A fugitiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&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;- O tempo redescoberto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&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;- Paródias e miscelâneas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&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;- Crônicas – 1927&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&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;- Jean Santeuil (obra póstuma de 1952)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&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;- Contra Sainte-Beuve (ensaio, obra póstuma de 1954). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&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;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Frases de Proust:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&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;- O amor é o espaço e o tempo medidos pelo coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&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;- O amor é uma doença inevitável, dolorosa e fortuita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&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;- A ambição embriaga mais que a glória.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&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;- A felicidade no amor não é um estado normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;Fonte: Sua pesquisa.com&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/3703622479426023864-3600841649841776680?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/3600841649841776680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=3600841649841776680' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/3600841649841776680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/3600841649841776680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2010/08/leitura.html' title='Leitura...'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/THGmz0EwqlI/AAAAAAAAA2g/1oukhfFpkXk/s72-c/proust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-8780798259086787401</id><published>2010-06-19T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T17:51:17.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeus Saramago</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; font-size: 1.6em; text-decoration: none; margin-top: 30px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Minutos, dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;small style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 0.9em; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Por Fundação José Saramago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="entry" style="line-height: 1.4em; "&gt;&lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Todos os dias têm a sua história, um só minuto levaria anos a contar, o mínimo gesto, o descasque miudinho duma palavra, duma sílaba, dum som, para já não falar dos pensamentos, que é coisa de muito estofo, pensar no que se pensa, ou pensou, ou está pensando, e que pensamento é esse que pensa o outro pensamento, não acabaríamos nunca mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1.05em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Levantado do Chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;, Ed. Caminho, 14.ª ed., p. 59&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;(Selecção de Diego Mesa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&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/3703622479426023864-8780798259086787401?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/8780798259086787401/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=8780798259086787401' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/8780798259086787401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/8780798259086787401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2010/06/adeus-saramago.html' title='Adeus Saramago'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-7630382898456680734</id><published>2010-05-29T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T14:53:54.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>frases...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;" Vai passar, tu sabes que vai passar. Talvez não amanhã, mas dentro de uma semana, um mês ou dois, quem sabe? O verão está aí, haverá sol quase todos os dias, e sempre resta essa coisa chamada 'impulso vital'. Pois esse impulso ás vezes cruel, porque não permite que nenhuma dor insista por muito tempo, te empurrará quem sabe para o sol, para o mar, para uma nova estrada qualquer e, de repente, no meio de uma frase ou de um movimento te surpreenderás pensando algo assim como 'estou contente outra vez' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Amor não resiste a tudo, não. Amor é jardim. Amor enche de erva daninha. Amizade também, todas as formas de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Caio_Fernando_de_Abreu/" class="autor" style="font-size: 1em; padding-left: 5px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Caio Fernando de Abreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Caio_Fernando_de_Abreu/" class="autor" style="font-size: 1em; padding-left: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Tenho tentado aprender a ser humilde. A engolir os nãos que a vida me enfia pela goela a baixo. A lamber o chão dos palácios. A me sentir desprezado-como-um-cão, e tudo bem, acordar, escovar os dentes, tomar um café e continuar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&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="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Caio_Fernando_de_Abreu/" class="autor" style="font-size: 1em; padding-left: 5px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Caio Fernando de Abreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&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: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&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="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&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: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-7630382898456680734?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/7630382898456680734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=7630382898456680734' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/7630382898456680734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/7630382898456680734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2010/05/frases.html' title='frases...'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-5821203396841546306</id><published>2010-05-18T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T13:47:39.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nem tudo é pra sempre..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Coisas, que acontecem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Esta madrugada, acordei com o barulho do vento que ruinava, soprava e mais a chuva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;A minha sensação não era das melhores, era de medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Eis que o dia foi chuvoso e cinza. E assim as notícias vinham ao meu encontro: sem cor e não sendo boas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Incrível que tem certas coisas que parecem infinitas. A gente acredita, mas nem tudo nesta vida é um conto de fada, nem o que resta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;É...viver é uma arte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;ser triste faz parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-5821203396841546306?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/5821203396841546306/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=5821203396841546306' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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enlouquecer&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe o que é sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Já sabe o que é o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tristeza vai adormecer&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe o que é sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Já sabe que é feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o amor chegar você vai saber&lt;br /&gt;Pelos sinais que o mundo ao seu redor&lt;br /&gt;O amor chegou&lt;br /&gt;Pra te levar (2x)&lt;br /&gt;Pra outro lugar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De saudades vai enlouquecer&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe o que é 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href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2010/05/estou-aqui.html' title='Estou aqui'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S-tOTYYZ-EI/AAAAAAAAA1I/MFG4k-WyBuA/s72-c/Butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-8529851716093609178</id><published>2010-04-27T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T17:55:52.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A despedida..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S9eHfG9BqoI/AAAAAAAAA1A/6WfL5Oe4S5k/s1600/DESPEDID.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S9eHfG9BqoI/AAAAAAAAA1A/6WfL5Oe4S5k/s400/DESPEDID.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464985641349655170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(163, 163, 163); line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;h3 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: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 22px; text-transform: none; letter-spacing: normal; font-style: italic; text-align: inherit; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;A parte mais díficil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E a parte mais difícil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Foi deixar ir, não participa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Foi a parte mais difícil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E a coisa mais estranha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;estava esperando por esse sino a tocar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Foi o início mais estranho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu podia sentir isso desmoronar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Agridoce eu podia sentir na minha boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Revestimento de prata nas nuvens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ah, e eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu desejo que eu poderia trabalhar para fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E a parte mais difícil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Foi deixar ir, não participa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Você realmente partiu meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E eu tentei cantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas eu não conseguia pensar em nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Essa foi a parte mais difícil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu podia sentir isso desmoronar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Você deixou o gosto mais doce na minha boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seu forro de prata as nuvens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ah, e eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ah, e eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pergunto-me que é tudo sobre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pergunto-me que é tudo sobre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tudo que eu sei está errado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tudo que eu faço isso só se desfaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E tudo está despedaçado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ah, e é a parte mais difícil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Essa é a parte mais difícil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sim, essa é a parte mais difícil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Essa é a parte mais difícil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Coldplay- The hardes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;t part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/3703622479426023864-8529851716093609178?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/8529851716093609178/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=8529851716093609178' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/8529851716093609178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/8529851716093609178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2010/04/despedida.html' title='A despedida..'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S9eHfG9BqoI/AAAAAAAAA1A/6WfL5Oe4S5k/s72-c/DESPEDID.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-8426668153943155465</id><published>2010-04-20T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T17:41:53.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo na vida passa...vai passar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S85JtCXPxGI/AAAAAAAAA04/vR4kDWLmO3c/s1600/childlove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S85JtCXPxGI/AAAAAAAAA04/vR4kDWLmO3c/s400/childlove.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462384436124304482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Demoramos a acreditar, mas é verdade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000084;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;　　　　　　Vai dizer que você nunca chorou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;　　　　　　por um amor que não deu certo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;　　　　　　Nunca lamentou por uma amizade que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;　　　　　　não era tão verdadeira assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;　　　　　　Nunca sofreu por uma besteira que fez?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;O coração pode doer, o orgulho pode machucar, mas nada disso realmente importa, o que importa é que TUDO passa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-8426668153943155465?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/8426668153943155465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=8426668153943155465' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/8426668153943155465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/8426668153943155465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2010/04/tudo-na-vida-passavai-passar.html' title='Tudo na vida passa...vai passar!'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S85JtCXPxGI/AAAAAAAAA04/vR4kDWLmO3c/s72-c/childlove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-7017399636727322134</id><published>2010-04-08T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T16:44:40.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor em minúsculo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S75qMvck37I/AAAAAAAAA0w/wqG-xwUbbqg/s1600/Torres+(130).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 371px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S75qMvck37I/AAAAAAAAA0w/wqG-xwUbbqg/s400/Torres+(130).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457916565546917810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;A vida é mesmo uma caixinha de surpresa como dizem a maioria das pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Um dia você está entediado, outro cansado, e no outro triste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Numa manhã você está feliz, e já pela tarde mais ou menos. A noite o sentimento mudou, sensação de cansaço, abafamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;É. A vida é algo muito raro. Demora muito tempo para se dar conta sobre isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Levamos anos ás vezes pra perceber que o tempo passa rápido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;É essa sensação nos vem a tona, olhando fotografias, vendo os filhos dos nossos amigos  crescendo, percebendo os pais adoecerem fácil, perceber que pra muita coisa o ar de criança não está mais presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;É isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;É preciso amar muito para não adoecer facilmente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-7017399636727322134?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/7017399636727322134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=7017399636727322134' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/7017399636727322134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/7017399636727322134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2010/04/amor-em-minusculo.html' title='Amor em minúsculo'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S75qMvck37I/AAAAAAAAA0w/wqG-xwUbbqg/s72-c/Torres+(130).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-5685985604763115903</id><published>2010-03-28T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T09:00:16.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>na verdade..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S699AmO5rhI/AAAAAAAAA0o/5qBSEG0nrh0/s1600/floripa+etie%C3%A7e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S699AmO5rhI/AAAAAAAAA0o/5qBSEG0nrh0/s400/floripa+etie%C3%A7e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453715122985479698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;"enquanto atravessava o melancólico pátio da faculdade pensei, queria apenas tentar viver aquilo que brotava espontaneamente dentro de mim. Porque teria de ser tão difícil?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Trecho do livro "Amor em minúsculo".&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/3703622479426023864-5685985604763115903?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/5685985604763115903/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=5685985604763115903' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/5685985604763115903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/5685985604763115903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2010/03/na-verdade.html' title='na verdade..'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S699AmO5rhI/AAAAAAAAA0o/5qBSEG0nrh0/s72-c/floripa+etie%C3%A7e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-1672969178938120680</id><published>2010-03-22T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T09:06:52.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que q eu to fazendo aqui?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quem j&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;á vivenciou alguma situação onde você se pergunta:O que é que tô fazendo aqui?Tipo algum programa de índio,ou participação de evento que não tem nada a ver com seu estilo?Então começa a sair aquela fumacinha negra da sua cabeça ou você opta por fazer cara de paisagem e fingir que está tudo bem. terrível!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&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:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 17px; font-size:medium;"&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/3703622479426023864-1672969178938120680?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/1672969178938120680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=1672969178938120680' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/1672969178938120680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/1672969178938120680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-que-q-eu-to-fazendo-aqui.html' title='O que q eu to fazendo aqui?'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-4929014867825770420</id><published>2010-03-08T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T17:55:19.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S5WqewTIMbI/AAAAAAAAA0g/9RFsioe9SnY/s1600-h/81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S5WqewTIMbI/AAAAAAAAA0g/9RFsioe9SnY/s400/81.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446446769712411058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hoje o dia foi de mudanças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mudança na troca de horário para trabalhar e agora estudar a noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Novos caminhos, novas projeções. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;É a vida da voltas, surpresas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ás vezes age rápido, outras nem tanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mas dessa vez, os ventos sopraram a favor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Obrigado a quem merece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mui FELIZ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-4929014867825770420?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/4929014867825770420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=4929014867825770420' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/4929014867825770420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/4929014867825770420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2010/03/feliz.html' title='Feliz'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S5WqewTIMbI/AAAAAAAAA0g/9RFsioe9SnY/s72-c/81.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-6591993223728347076</id><published>2010-03-06T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T05:01:33.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hOje estou assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="fr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"a única verdade é que vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente, eu vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Quem sou?&lt;br /&gt;Bem, isso já é demais...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Clarice_Lispector/" class="autor"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/a&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/3703622479426023864-6591993223728347076?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/6591993223728347076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=6591993223728347076' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/6591993223728347076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/6591993223728347076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2010/03/hoje-estou-assim.html' title='hOje estou assim'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-3171368350659653822</id><published>2010-03-02T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T13:47:23.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um final de semana pra sempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S42HXVmEiQI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/tW5cjEWswIU/s1600-h/20100226alf7-150x150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S42HXVmEiQI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/tW5cjEWswIU/s400/20100226alf7-150x150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444156359564364034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Voltei hoje do Rio de Janeiro.&lt;br /&gt;Foram apenas três dias na cidade maravilhosa, e como é maravilhosa.&lt;br /&gt;Estando lá , fui ver o magnífico show do Coldplay, no domingo dia 28, na Praça da Apoteose.&lt;br /&gt;O show foi perfeito. A banda está de parabéns. Além das músicas serem lindas, os efeitos especiais ao meu ver foram superados, algo fora do comum.&lt;br /&gt;Um maravilhoso show em uma maravilhosa cidade.&lt;br /&gt;E por falar em cidade maravilhosa, fiquei hospedada na casa do querido Antonio, rapaz que eu conheci no Fórum Social Mundial em Porto Alegre. E desde lá mantivemos contato.&lt;br /&gt;Antonio foi meu "guia turístico".&lt;br /&gt;Este final de semana no Rio de Janeiro estive com pessoas queridas que me proporcionaram momentos inesquecíveis.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Coldplay....&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/3703622479426023864-3171368350659653822?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/3171368350659653822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=3171368350659653822' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/3171368350659653822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/3171368350659653822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2010/03/um-final-de-semana-pra-sempre.html' title='Um final de semana pra sempre'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S42HXVmEiQI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/tW5cjEWswIU/s72-c/20100226alf7-150x150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-8643359466090379486</id><published>2010-02-24T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T16:23:44.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S4XC2n21jeI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/SasOf4MYADc/s1600-h/Torres+(136).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S4XC2n21jeI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/SasOf4MYADc/s400/Torres+(136).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441969968414821858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Realmente o dia não foi dos melhores. Aquele sorriso não saiu facilmente. Basicamente eu precisava de sol. Eu precisava de mais paz, de abraço sincero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Não entendo esses dias cinzentos, eu não a não explicação de tal situação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Agora que eu tinha me curado, de todas aquelas coisas, e acontece. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Eu não entendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Eu não compreendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Eu não sublinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Eu não arrisco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ou como diz um amigo "Vejo em você muitas vontades que precisam ser liberadas". Bela frase. Exata frase. Mais que vontades? Que liberdade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Do que você está falando? De quais problemas se refere?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Poxa, "você é muita estranha mesmo", mas do outro lado tão igual , tão exata, tão concreta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;É isso. Esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;O viver é tão curto. Somos tão únicos.  Somos e não somos intensos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Na verdade o que eu queria dizer, eu esqueci...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&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/3703622479426023864-8643359466090379486?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/8643359466090379486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=8643359466090379486' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/8643359466090379486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/8643359466090379486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S4XC2n21jeI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/SasOf4MYADc/s72-c/Torres+(136).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-7703774146591581857</id><published>2010-02-23T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:00:26.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tá chegando a hora! Coldplay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S4RsCan8k5I/AAAAAAAAA0I/vvjgJ7Ab9Yw/s1600-h/DKGL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S4RsCan8k5I/AAAAAAAAA0I/vvjgJ7Ab9Yw/s400/DKGL.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441593038532809618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;Estou em contagem regressiva para a vinda da minha banda favorita, Coldplay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;A banda desembarca está semana no Brasil e fará shows no Rio de Janeiro, dia 28 de fevereiro e em São Paulo, na terça-feira dia 2 de março.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;Irei exclusivamente para a cidade maravilhosa ver o show do Coldplay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;Tenho certeza que será uma ótima viagem e um maravilhoso show que entrará para minhas lembranças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;Na vida as coisas são assim. Muitas vezes temos que deixar algumas coisas de lado para conseguir outras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;Mas o que importa é a minha grande paixão , emoção, bem estar quando escuto o som deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;É Coldplay, é estar bem feliz!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Look at the stars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Look how they shine for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And everything you do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Yeah, they were all yellow"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&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:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;É Coldplay, é estar bem feliz!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&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:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;Valeu!!&lt;/span&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/3703622479426023864-7703774146591581857?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/7703774146591581857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=7703774146591581857' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/7703774146591581857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/7703774146591581857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2010/02/ta-chegando-hora-coldplay.html' title='Tá chegando a hora! Coldplay!'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S4RsCan8k5I/AAAAAAAAA0I/vvjgJ7Ab9Yw/s72-c/DKGL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-5092085834657045893</id><published>2010-02-15T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T11:40:50.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A procura da Dalvo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S3mjAJBdngI/AAAAAAAAA0A/oipYuqLzDcA/s1600-h/metades.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S3mjAJBdngI/AAAAAAAAA0A/oipYuqLzDcA/s400/metades.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438557247843966466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; 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:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;No meio de tanta gente...&lt;/span&gt;&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:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; 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:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Em um trem..&lt;/span&gt;&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:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; 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:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;No lado de uma senhora. Senhora está que observava o mundo com seus óculos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; 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:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Olhava eu esta senhora, e de tanto olhar, um moço me chamou a atenção.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; 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:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Sem camisa, cabelos escuros, pele cor de cuia, olhar atento.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; 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:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Gostei deste moço, gostei da perfeição em beleza desenhada neste mulato.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; 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:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Eis que o trem parou e todos desceram em direção a um show, “Mutantes”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; 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:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Lá eu estava, acompanhada de minha amiga Inara. E quando ao olhar para o lado lá&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; 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:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Estava o mulato. Passou por mim e me deu Ola e até um merecido abraço.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; 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:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Mas ele se foi. Então..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; 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:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Voltei o meu caminho. Outro dia, com amigos feitos na hora, em direção a uma escola, eu &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; 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:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Pressentia, o mulato poderia estar lá, eis que ..ele estava. E mais um olá, até piscada de olho.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; 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:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Fui embora admirando aquela beleza. E me fui.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; 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:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Outro dia em Porto Alegre estava eu pensando no mulato, e como eu pensava.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; 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:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Fui em direção ao banheiro.Tive que descer o elevador, desce de elevador sozinha, quando a porta se abri, quem estava&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; 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:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;A espera do elevador? Ele mesmo, o mulato encantador..Uma enorme surpresa..e que surpresa..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; 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:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Nos abraçamos forte, como eu jamais abraçara alguém, é claro, se identificamos, o nome do mulato?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; 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:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Dalvo. A história poderia terminado de outra maneira, mas terminou com uma apresentação...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; 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:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;É claro, jamais esquecerei daquele olhar, daquela pele, daquela boca desenhada, e dos maravilhosos cabelos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; 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:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Inesquecivel. O abraço e o olhar valeu mais que beijos, valeu imaginação e muita conhecidencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-5092085834657045893?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/5092085834657045893/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=5092085834657045893' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/5092085834657045893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/5092085834657045893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2010/02/procura-da-dalvo.html' title='A procura da Dalvo...'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S3mjAJBdngI/AAAAAAAAA0A/oipYuqLzDcA/s72-c/metades.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-99180218160936706</id><published>2010-02-14T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T18:42:33.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S3i0kjt3x8I/AAAAAAAAAz4/S8bIN6O_5T4/s1600-h/BinaryThumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S3i0kjt3x8I/AAAAAAAAAz4/S8bIN6O_5T4/s400/BinaryThumb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438295090205804482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Ás vezes a gente precisa dar um tempo, correr pra longe de todo mundo, pra ver quem vai correr atrás da gente".&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-99180218160936706?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/99180218160936706/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=99180218160936706' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/99180218160936706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/99180218160936706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2010/02/as-vezes-gente-precisa-dar-um-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S3i0kjt3x8I/AAAAAAAAAz4/S8bIN6O_5T4/s72-c/BinaryThumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-4375637283284330318</id><published>2010-02-14T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T15:48:56.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem destino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S3iLlhy-H-I/AAAAAAAAAzw/ih-vhLcJ7IM/s1600-h/vento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S3iLlhy-H-I/AAAAAAAAAzw/ih-vhLcJ7IM/s400/vento.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438250026893451234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Na vida de todos, tem momentos que chegam e nos indagamos como realmente estamos? Estou feliz? E na verdade não se está. É por este momento que passo. Um momento pelo qual não estou no lugar que queria estar, sei isso acontece com a maioria das pessoas. E meu coração mais ferido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Realmente as coisas não estão bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;E para piorar os fatos não estão ajudando, só complicando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;"vento,ventania me leve para qualquer lugar"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;É bem isto que eu queria. Qualquer lugar, longe daqui. Da mesmice, da chatice, das pessoas fechadas, do querer, do ter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Qualquer lugar estará bom. O Haiti. Na miséria. Na fome. Na seca. Eu queria estar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Só não me basta estar aqui, rodeado de tantos seres, mas se realmente estou sozinha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Inútil sentir isso? É pura verdade. É estou sozinha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Vento, ventania eu quero voar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;É isso. Vamos viver e deixar as coisas acontecer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Vivendo e aprendendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-4375637283284330318?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/4375637283284330318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=4375637283284330318' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/4375637283284330318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/4375637283284330318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2010/02/sem-destino.html' title='Sem destino'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S3iLlhy-H-I/AAAAAAAAAzw/ih-vhLcJ7IM/s72-c/vento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-4365964470981059841</id><published>2010-02-09T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T13:23:06.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vento...a caminho da praia!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S3HSFRqHECI/AAAAAAAAAzo/Zb8F-0toHgc/s1600-h/kkn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S3HSFRqHECI/AAAAAAAAAzo/Zb8F-0toHgc/s400/kkn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436357213294104610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abaixo uma música que acho linda e expressa o meu momento!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div id="cabecalho" class="cor_2" style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 160px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 140px; "&gt;&lt;div  style=" ;font-size:20px;"&gt;&lt;h1 id="identificador_musica"  style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-transform: none; 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padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: 140px; position: relative; width: 683px; min-height: 500px; height: 500px; "&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra" style="padding-right: 341px; font-size: 13px; min-height: 260px; height: 260px; "&gt;&lt;p 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: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vento, ventania&lt;br /&gt;Me leve para&lt;br /&gt;As bordas do céu&lt;br /&gt;Pois vou puxar&lt;br /&gt;As barbas de Deus&lt;br /&gt;Vento, ventania&lt;br /&gt;Me leve prá onde&lt;br /&gt;Nasce a chuva&lt;br /&gt;Prá lá de onde&lt;br /&gt;O vento faz a curva...&lt;br /&gt;Me deixe cavalgar&lt;br /&gt;Nos seus desatinos&lt;br /&gt;Nas revoadas&lt;br /&gt;Redemoinhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Vento, ventania&lt;br /&gt;Me leve sem destino&lt;br /&gt;Quero juntar-me a você&lt;br /&gt;E carregar&lt;br /&gt;Os balões pro mar&lt;br /&gt;Quero enrolar&lt;br /&gt;As pipas nos fios&lt;br /&gt;Mandar meus beijos&lt;br /&gt;Pelo ar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Vento, ventania&lt;br /&gt;Me leve prá qualquer lugar&lt;br /&gt;Me leve para&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer canto do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Ásia, europa, américa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Vento, ventania&lt;br /&gt;Me leve para&lt;br /&gt;As bordas do céu&lt;br /&gt;Pois vou puxar&lt;br /&gt;As barbas de Deus...&lt;br /&gt;Vento, ventania&lt;br /&gt;Me leve para&lt;br /&gt;Os quatro cantos do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Me leve prá qualquer lugar&lt;br /&gt;Hum! Me deixe cavalgar&lt;br /&gt;Nos seus desatinos&lt;br /&gt;Nas revoadas&lt;br /&gt;Redemoinhos...&lt;br /&gt;Vento, ventania&lt;br /&gt;Me leve sem destino&lt;br /&gt;Quero mover&lt;br /&gt;As pás dos moinhos&lt;br /&gt;E abrandar o calor do sol&lt;br /&gt;Quero emaranhar&lt;br /&gt;O cabelo da menina&lt;br /&gt;Mandar meus beijos pelo ar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Me deixe cavalgar&lt;br /&gt;Nos seus desatinos&lt;br /&gt;Nas revoadas&lt;br /&gt;Redemoinhos&lt;br /&gt;Vento, ventania&lt;br /&gt;Me leve sem destino&lt;br /&gt;Quero juntar-me a você&lt;br /&gt;E carregar os balões pro mar&lt;br /&gt;Quero enrolar as pipas nos fios&lt;br /&gt;Mandar meus beijos pelo ar&lt;br /&gt;Vento, ventania&lt;br /&gt;Agora que estou solto na vida&lt;br /&gt;Me leve prá qualquer lugar&lt;br /&gt;Me leve mas não me faça voltar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3703622479426023864-4365964470981059841?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/4365964470981059841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=4365964470981059841' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/4365964470981059841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/4365964470981059841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2010/02/ventoa-caminho-da-praia.html' title='Vento...a caminho da praia!!!'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S3HSFRqHECI/AAAAAAAAAzo/Zb8F-0toHgc/s72-c/kkn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-4444869247377153296</id><published>2010-02-02T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T15:27:21.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fórum Social Mundial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S2i0YAhSyNI/AAAAAAAAAzg/kFFOUBly8B0/s1600-h/pessoal+do+rio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S2i0YAhSyNI/AAAAAAAAAzg/kFFOUBly8B0/s400/pessoal+do+rio.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433791274972006610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span   trebuchet="" times="" new="" style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8.0pt;"&gt;Faz uma semana que participei do 10º Fórum Social Mundial em Porto Alegre e região metropolitana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span   trebuchet="" times="" new="" style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8.0pt;"&gt;Uma experiência maravilhosa, troca de ideias, novas amizades, conhecimentos adquiridos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span   trebuchet="" times="" new="" style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8.0pt;"&gt;Fui com minha querida amiga Inara. Acampamos no acampamento Intercontinental da Juventude, em Novo Hamburgo. Muito legal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span   trebuchet="" times="" new="" style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8.0pt;"&gt;O interessante desses Fórum é que, por mais que seja pouco tempo, sempre voltamos renovamos, mais cheios de esperança, vontade de mudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span   trebuchet="" times="" new="" style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8.0pt;"&gt;Tem algumas frases que vou escrever aqui, que escutei e acho bom registrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span   trebuchet="" times="" new="" style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8.0pt;"&gt;"Qualquer paixão nos diverte", by Adriano, de coração nordestino, mas mora em São Paulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span   trebuchet="" times="" new="" style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8.0pt;"&gt;"A gente vai levando, mudando" by Murilo, amigo de Recife, querido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span   trebuchet="" times="" new="" style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8.0pt;"&gt;Entre tantos outros amigos queridos de Rio de Janeiro, Antônio Henrique, Clarissa, Fernando, Camila, Paola...e outros..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span   trebuchet="" times="" new="" style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8.0pt;"&gt;Amigos de Recife, Pernanbuco, e por ai vai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span   trebuchet="" times="" new="" style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8.0pt;"&gt;De tantos "Ois" em ônibus, trem, ruas, o Fórum foi conhecimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span   trebuchet="" times="" new="" style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8.0pt;"&gt;Mas sempre tem alguém chama a atenção da gente, e cá comigo, não foi diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span   trebuchet="" times="" new="" style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8.0pt;"&gt;Mas isso eu posto em um post especial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span   trebuchet="" times="" new="" style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8.0pt;"&gt;Claro, não poderia esquecer da querida Inara, me incentivando sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span   trebuchet="" times="" new="" style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8.0pt;"&gt;É isso. Que venha outros Fóruns!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span   trebuchet="" times="" new="" style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8.0pt;"&gt;Outro mundo acontece...Outro mundo é possível!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-4444869247377153296?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/4444869247377153296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=4444869247377153296' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/4444869247377153296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/4444869247377153296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2010/02/forum-social-mundial.html' title='Fórum Social Mundial'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S2i0YAhSyNI/AAAAAAAAAzg/kFFOUBly8B0/s72-c/pessoal+do+rio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-1387145934326258094</id><published>2010-01-15T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T13:18:08.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A saudade é uma dor que dói&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/3703622479426023864-1387145934326258094?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/1387145934326258094/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=1387145934326258094' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/1387145934326258094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/1387145934326258094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2010/01/sutil-resposta-em-escutar.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-2697764161474905080</id><published>2010-01-11T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T11:33:14.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As tragédias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S0t8qo0wQTI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3lKCnV49tVY/s1600-h/224428-4b49d9cf45245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S0t8qo0wQTI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3lKCnV49tVY/s400/224428-4b49d9cf45245.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425567248052928818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Amanhã terça-feira, dia 12 de janeiro, faz uma semana que a ponte que liga o município de Agudo (minha cidade natal) a Santa Maria desabou. Foi um enorme susto e um grande desastre. Com a ponte, a vida de cinco pessoas foi levada também, uma delas a do vice-prefeito Hilberto Bock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A tragédia virou notícia e se espalhou para o restante do país . Outras 11 vítimas conseguiram escapar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Lamentavelmente várias tragédias estão acontecendo em nossa região,  assim como o Rio Grande do Sul , o próprio país e no mundo inteiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ao mesmo tempo em que autoridades maiores se reuniram na Conferencia em Compenhague, governos em geral discutem o aquecimento global e seus danos a todos nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mas o poder sobre a natureza não temos. E  é um ciclo natural que tende a piorar cada vez mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nos resta viver intensamente. E o que tiver que acontecer, acontecerá. Podemos dominar esta mundo da tecnologia, mas o poder sobre o que vai acontecer, este, não nos pertence!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-2697764161474905080?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/2697764161474905080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=2697764161474905080' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/2697764161474905080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/2697764161474905080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-tragedias.html' title='As tragédias'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/S0t8qo0wQTI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3lKCnV49tVY/s72-c/224428-4b49d9cf45245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-1686488391502978154</id><published>2009-12-28T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T14:15:05.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passou</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/Szkt4vm9vaI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/E0aEY8zHTsQ/s1600-h/ano+novo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/Szkt4vm9vaI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/E0aEY8zHTsQ/s400/ano+novo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420414079392923042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;E lá se vai mais um ano. 365 dias. E nesta reta final temos as mesmas conversas de final de ano. Como o ano passou rápido, parece que foi ontem que o ano  inicio. E está sensação vai seguir-nos por muito tempo, uma sensação de rapidez com que as coisas acontecem.&lt;br /&gt;E é mesmo. E quando junta toda familia percebemos como os primos que pegamos no colo estão enormes. Já estão fazendo festa, aprontando horrores, assumindo compromissos.&lt;br /&gt;Percebemos que os nossos pais não tem mais aqueles plano de um futuro melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Percebemos que o futuro não está mais distante assim, como quando éramos crianças.&lt;br /&gt;Tomamos conta de que a vida não é só brincadeira, que é hora de agir.&lt;br /&gt;E que nossos pais não vão viver pra sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Começamos a conviver com a morte de familiares. Os avô, avós, tios, tias e vizinhos conhecidos.&lt;br /&gt;E então bate uma certa aflição de que nem tudo é eterno.&lt;br /&gt;Existem momentos. E estes momentos quando bons devem ser aproveitados o máximo e quando ruins ou tristes, fazer deste momento um aprendizado.&lt;br /&gt;E assim é a vida. Uma verdadeira passagem. Um rio. Que nasce e chega um ponto final. De rio, assim somos nós, seres humanos. Leves como a água e por momentos duros como as pedras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz 2010 á todos&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/3703622479426023864-1686488391502978154?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/1686488391502978154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=1686488391502978154' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/1686488391502978154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/1686488391502978154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/12/passou.html' title='Passou'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/Szkt4vm9vaI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/E0aEY8zHTsQ/s72-c/ano+novo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-2334241882329023396</id><published>2009-12-11T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T13:05:38.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SyK0HCFkUCI/AAAAAAAAAzI/T9pyCVqXEyI/s1600-h/coracao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SyK0HCFkUCI/AAAAAAAAAzI/T9pyCVqXEyI/s400/coracao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414087734965063714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;coração &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;             PRA CIMA &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;             escrito em baixo &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;             FRÁGIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New, Courier, mono;color:#660000;"&gt;Paulo Leminsk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-2334241882329023396?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/2334241882329023396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=2334241882329023396' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/2334241882329023396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/2334241882329023396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/12/coracao-pra-cima-escrito-em-baixo.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SyK0HCFkUCI/AAAAAAAAAzI/T9pyCVqXEyI/s72-c/coracao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-3817751949937007689</id><published>2009-12-11T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T04:57:29.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vale a pena tentar ainda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SyKvYhl1JOI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cYxVhQY2osA/s1600-h/N%C3%A3o+desistir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SyKvYhl1JOI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cYxVhQY2osA/s400/N%C3%A3o+desistir.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414082537921520866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Chove lá fora..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;E a sensação de que todos estão estressados, correndo com pressa, não é só minha impressão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Realmente o final de ano está ai, então começamos a repensar como foi ano, o que de bom aconteceu, o que da pra melhorar, e o que realmente fica para traz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Tem coisas que vale a pena a gente tenta, sonhar. Agora tem outras coisa que, quando se teve a oportunidade e não se realizou não voltam mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Digo com toda certeza porque  aconteceu comigo. Tive a oportunidade de um tempo atrás fazer uma escolha e hoje tenho certeza que me arrependi. Foi me dado um chance, mas conseqüentemente eu não consegui. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Fiquei triste, estou triste. Continuar num lugar (cidade) que detesto. Mas como sempre dizem...a fila anda heheh...digo a vida continua..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Eu não vou deixar de lutar, quem sabe eu volta pra lá. É só uma questão de tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;"Quem é que dita sempre alcança", assim cantarei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Não vou desistir no primeiro não, de muitos que virão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Vamos lá. Até porque tenho que pensar na ceia de natal.&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/3703622479426023864-3817751949937007689?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/3817751949937007689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=3817751949937007689' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/3817751949937007689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/3817751949937007689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/12/vale-pena-tentar-ainda.html' title='Vale a pena tentar ainda'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SyKvYhl1JOI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cYxVhQY2osA/s72-c/N%C3%A3o+desistir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-5511269137495607671</id><published>2009-12-10T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T02:57:52.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>larissa veja o vídeo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9xB8LKysr00&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/9xB8LKysr00&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&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/3703622479426023864-5511269137495607671?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/5511269137495607671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=5511269137495607671' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/5511269137495607671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/5511269137495607671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/12/larissa-veja-o-video.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-1085581566553969684</id><published>2009-12-05T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T06:27:53.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectativa aumetando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/Sxpt47AtDTI/AAAAAAAAAy4/8RPP0yHTJZI/s1600-h/linda+perfeira+coldplay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/Sxpt47AtDTI/AAAAAAAAAy4/8RPP0yHTJZI/s400/linda+perfeira+coldplay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411758726919818546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Já estou pesquisando voos para O rio de Janeiro e hotél. Dia 28 de fevereiro está chegando e é claro a expectativa aumentando.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Abaixo, um pouco mais da minha banda favorita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Biografia de Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="contentpaneopen"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="contentheading" width="100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="buttonheading" width="100%" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="buttonheading" width="100%" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="buttonheading" width="100%" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Formação (1996-1999)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;O quarteto formado por Chris Martin, Jonny Buckland, Guy Berryman e Will Champion teve seu início na University College London (UCL). Tudo começou quando Chris Martin e Jonny Buckland se conheceram em 1996, logo nos primeiros dias de aula na universidade. Logo depois, Guy Berryman se juntou aos dois e o trio se apresentava então como Pectoralz. No ano seguinte, teve seu nome mudado para Starfish. Mais tarde, eles admitiriam que esse era um nome de péssimo gosto.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Em 1998 Will Champion chegou ao grupo para finalizar o quarteto. Will cresceu ao som do piano, guitarra, baixo e tin whistle (uma flauta tradicionalmente tocada na Irlanda) e, apesar de não saber tocar bateria, rapidamente aprendeu a tocar o instrumento. Logo depois, a banda passou a ser chamada Coldplay. No mesmo ano foi lançado o primeiro EP: Safety, com apenas 500 cópias. Entre as que foram distribuídas a gravadoras e amigos, sobraram apenas 50 para a venda ao público. Em dezembro, a banda assinou contrato com a gravadora independente Fierce Panda.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Brothers and sisters, unite, it’s the tima of your lives” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Brothers and Sisters)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Em abril de &lt;st1:metricconverter productid="1999, a"&gt;1999, a&lt;/st1:metricconverter&gt; banda lançouo EP  Brothers &amp;amp; Sisters e foi elogiada pela revista New Musical Express como uma das melhores bandas de 1999.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Safety e Brothers and Sisters abriram caminho para outro EP: The Blue Room, lançado em outubro de 1999. Com uma nova gravadora, a Parlophone, Coldplay começou a tocar em vários festivais de música.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parachutes (1999-2001)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“We live in a beautiful world, yeah we do, yeah we do” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Don’t Panic)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Já contratados pela Parlophone, os integrantes se concentraram em finalizar seu primeiro álbum, Parachutes, em julho de 2000. As músicas "Yellow" e "Trouble" ganharam popularidade nas rádios da Europa. A banda, que esperava vender 40 mil unidades, vendeu mais de 1,6 milhões de cópias de julho a dezembro, apenas na Grã-Bretanha.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;O primeiro show no qual a banda brilhou aconteceu durante um festival em Manchester, &lt;st1:metricconverter productid="1999. A"&gt;1999. A&lt;/st1:metricconverter&gt; melodia doce e as letras melancólicas agradaram rapidamente o público. O primeiro álbum, Parachutes, confirmou o que já aparecia nos shows: a personalidade marcante do grupo tinha conquistado seus adeptos e as canções recém-lançadas "Shiver" e "Yellow" ganhavam as paradas de sucesso na primavera de 2000. O trabalho com Parachutes rendeu ao Coldplay uma indicação ao Mercury Music Prize, prêmio britânico disputado em novembro do mesmo ano. Pouco tempo depois, o grupo percebeu que seu trabalho já tinha cruzado o continente: "Yellow" tinha sido escolhida como tema de uma campanha publicitária da rede de televisão americana ABC.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Tendo sucesso na Europa, os integrantes embarcaram para os Estados Unidos. O álbum foi um sucesso na América do Norte, com boas críticas dos norte-americanos. Em 2001, eles fizeram uma turnê de dez dias pelos Estados Unidos. Ingressos esgotados e letras entoadas por um coro de milhares de vozes deixaram claro que a banda de alma britânica tinha conseguido seu espaço dentro do disputado mercado da América. Rumores de separação que atingiram o grupo durante a turnê americana e os constantes resfriados causados pela exaustão de Chris Martin nos vocais, fizeram os shows nos Estados Unidos serem suspensos. Mesmo assim, no verão de 2001, o Coldplay emplacava outra canção nas paradas: desta vez, a eleita do público foi "Trouble".&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;O álbum Parachutes ganhou o Grammy na categoria de melhor álbum alternativo em 2002.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Rush of Blood to the Head (2001-2004)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Give me real, don’t give me fake...” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Politik)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Em outubro de 2001, Chris, Jonny, Guy e Will voltaram aos estúdios para trabalhar seu segundo álbum: A Rush of Blood to the Head, que foi lançado em agosto de 2002, com os singles "In My Place", "Clocks" e a balada "The Scientist". O álbum foi considerado como um amadurecimento musical por parte do grupo. Receberam melhores críticas e venderam mais cópias do que Parachutes. O sucesso do trabalho criou grande expectativa diante da chegada de AROBTTH.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;O segundo álbum da banda coleciona hits. O hit "Clocks" fez a banda ficar mundialmente conhecida. "In My Place" e "The Scientist", também ajudaram. A Rush of Blood to the Head ganhou o prêmio Grammy na categoria "melhor álbum alternativo", em 2003. Em 2004, Coldplay venceu na categoria "gravação do ano" com "Clocks".&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;O Coldplay, então se tornou uma banda de peso. Mesmo com apenas dois álbuns, o grupo saiu em turnê pelos cinco continentes (foi quando passaram pelo Brasil pela primeira vez). A banda fez uma turnê mundial de junho de &lt;st1:metricconverter productid="2002 a"&gt;2002 a&lt;/st1:metricconverter&gt; setembro de 2003. Aproveitando a turnê, gravaram um CD e DVD ao vivo no Hordern Pavilion em Sydney, Austrália, chamado Live 2003. Em 2004, o grupo descansou da turnê e passou a trabalhar nas gravações do próximo álbum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X&amp;amp;Y (2004-2006)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Well I feel like they're talking in a language I don't speak…And they're talking it to me” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Talk)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;O lançamento do álbum demorou a acontecer. Conhecido mundialmente, o grupo desfrutou do privilégio de ter fãs em massa fora da Europa. X&amp;amp;Y foi lançado em diversos países no final de junho de 2005 na Europa. O primeiro single do álbum, "Speed of Sound", foi lançado nas rádios e lojas online em 18 de abril e lançado em CD dia 23 de maio de 2005. Outros singles lançados no ano foram "Fix You" em setembro e "Talk" em dezembro.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;X&amp;amp;Y chegou ao topo da UK Album Chart com 464.471 cópias vendidas na primeira semana. O álbum também fez sucesso nos Estados Unidos, vendendo cerca de 737.000 na primeira semana.Chris Martin disse que o nome do álbum X&amp;amp;Y é uma referência aos pontos altos e baixos da vida no seu dia-a-dia: "Meu dia inteiro é uma mistura de otimismo e pessimismo nas suas mais extremas formas. E isso que é X&amp;amp;Y para mim, são dois lados. Eu gosto do fato que elas são letras muito fortes, muito claras".&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;X&amp;amp;Y foi o álbum mais vendido daquele ano, com 8,3 milhões de cópias vendidas em todo mundo. Apesar de ter recebido algumas críticas que o colocavam como uma cópia do disco anterior, a resposta do público para o trabalho foi imediata.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viva &lt;st1:personname productid="La Vida"&gt;La Vida&lt;/st1:personname&gt; or Death and All His Friends (2008)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Revolutionaries wait for my head on a silver plate” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Viva &lt;st1:personname productid="La Vida"&gt;la Vida&lt;/st1:personname&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;O quarto álbum do grupo intitulado Viva &lt;st1:personname productid="La Vida"&gt;la Vida&lt;/st1:personname&gt; or Death and All His Friends, foi lançado no dia 12 de junho de 2008 nos Estados Unidos, com a produção de Brian Eno. Chris Martin afirmou que escolheu o nome após vê-lo em um quadro da artista mexicana Frida Kahlo. "Ela passou por muita coisa, claro, e aí começou uma grande pintura em sua casa que dizia Viva &lt;st1:personname productid="La Vida"&gt;la Vida&lt;/st1:personname&gt; or Death and All His Friends. Eu simplesmente amei a ousadia disso", disse.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Falando sobre o novo álbum Dave Holmes, empresário do grupo, disse à Billboard: "Eu acho que é o melhor álbum da banda. É um disco fantástico. Eles realmente conseguiram". O primeiro single, "Violet Hill", foi disponibilizado em download gratuito exclusivamente no site oficial da banda. A canção esteve disponível durante uma semana e chegou às lojas digitais a 6 de maio de 2008. Dia 7 de maio, saiu uma edição limitada em vinil com a revista inglesa NME e incluiu o single "Violet Hill" e um lado B exclusivo, intitulado "A Spell a Rebel Yell". O segundo single, "Viva &lt;st1:personname productid="La Vida"&gt;la Vida&lt;/st1:personname&gt;" tornou-se o maior sucesso do grupo, alcançando numa mesma semana de junho a primeira posição nos Estados Unidos e no Reino Unido, feito até então inédito para a banda. E em 21 de novembro de 2008 foi lançado mais um EP intitulado Prospekt's March.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Em 8 de fevereiro de 2009, o álbum Viva &lt;st1:personname productid="La Vida"&gt;la Vida&lt;/st1:personname&gt; recebeu sete indicações para a 51ª Edição Anual do Grammy Award nas categorias: Álbum do Ano (Viva &lt;st1:personname productid="La Vida"&gt;la Vida&lt;/st1:personname&gt; or Death and All His Friends), Registro do Ano, Canção do Ano, Melhor Performance Vocal Pop por um Duo ou Grupo (para "Viva &lt;st1:personname productid="La Vida"&gt;la Vida&lt;/st1:personname&gt;"), Melhor Canção de Rock, Melhor Performance de Rock por um Duo ou Grupo (para "Violet Hill") e Melhor Álbum de Rock (por Viva &lt;st1:personname productid="La Vida"&gt;la Vida&lt;/st1:personname&gt; or Death and All His Friends). A banda levou três prêmios, nas categorias Canção do Ano para "Viva &lt;st1:personname productid="La Vida"&gt;la Vida&lt;/st1:personname&gt;", Melhor Álbum de Rock para Viva &lt;st1:personname productid="La Vida"&gt;la Vida&lt;/st1:personname&gt; or Death and All His Friends e Melhor Performance Vocal Pop por um Duo ou Grupo por "Viva &lt;st1:personname productid="La Vida"&gt;la Vida&lt;/st1:personname&gt;".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  No dia 15 de maio de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:metricconverter style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" productid="2009, a"&gt;2009, a&lt;/st1:metricconverter&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; banda disponibilizou em download gratuito no seu site oficial o álbum LeftRightLeftRightLeft, que atualmente é o mas novo lançamento da banda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Fonte: Coldplay Brasil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-1085581566553969684?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/1085581566553969684/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=1085581566553969684' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/1085581566553969684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/1085581566553969684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/12/expectativa-aumetando.html' title='Expectativa aumetando'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/Sxpt47AtDTI/AAAAAAAAAy4/8RPP0yHTJZI/s72-c/linda+perfeira+coldplay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-334200724318609484</id><published>2009-12-01T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T13:08:38.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Coldplay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SxWF0YzTkiI/AAAAAAAAAyo/FSBrHWYeqzQ/s1600/coldplay-letras-ef189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SxWF0YzTkiI/AAAAAAAAAyo/FSBrHWYeqzQ/s400/coldplay-letras-ef189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410377662412853794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mais Coldplay pra entrar no clima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="tbl_traducoes" class="cor_2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col1"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;The Scientist&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col2"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;O Cientista&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="spc"&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col1"&gt;Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col2"&gt;Estou indo te encontrar, te dizer que eu sinto muito&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col1"&gt;  You don't know how lovely you are&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col2"&gt;  Você não sabe quão adorável você é&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col1"&gt;  I had to find you, Tell you I need you&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col2"&gt;  Eu tive que encontrar você, te dizer que eu preciso de você&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col1"&gt;  And tell you I set you apart&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col2"&gt;  E te dizer que eu te deixei de lado&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col1"&gt;  Tell me your secrets, And ask me your questions&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col2"&gt;  Me conte seus segredos e me pergunte suas dúvidas&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col1"&gt;  Oh let's go back to the start&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col2"&gt;  Oh vamos voltar para o começo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="spc "&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col1 vazio"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col1"&gt;Running in circles, Coming in tails&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col2"&gt;Correndo em círculos, atrás de nossos rabos&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col1"&gt;  Heads on a science apart&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col2"&gt;  Cabeças em uma ciência distante&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="spc "&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col1 vazio"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col1"&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col2"&gt;Ninguém disse que era fácil&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col1"&gt;  It's such a shame for us to part&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col2"&gt;  Oh é mesmo uma pena nós nos separarmos&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col1"&gt;  Nobody said it was easy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col2"&gt;  Ninguém disse que era fácil&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col1"&gt;  No one ever said it would be this hard&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col2"&gt;  Ninguém nunca disse que seria tão difícil&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col1"&gt;  Oh take me back to the start&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col2"&gt;  Oh leve-me de volta ao começo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="spc "&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col1 vazio"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col1"&gt;I was just guessing at numbers and figures&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col2"&gt;Eu há pouco estava adivinhando números e dígitos&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col1"&gt;  Pulling the puzzles apart&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col2"&gt;  Solucionando os quebra-cabeças&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col1"&gt;  Questions of science, science and progress&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col2"&gt;  Questões de ciência ciência e progresso&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col1"&gt;  Don't speak as loud as my heart&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col2"&gt;  Não falam tão alto quanto meu coração&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col1"&gt;  And tell me you love me, Come back and haunt me&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col2"&gt;  Diga-me que me ama, volte e me assombre&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col1"&gt;  Oh when I rush to the start&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col2"&gt;  Oh e eu corro para o começo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="spc "&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col1 vazio"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col1"&gt;Running in circles, Chasing tails&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col2"&gt;Correndo em círculos, perseguindo nossos rabos&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col1"&gt;  Coming back as we are&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col2"&gt;  Voltando para o que nós somos&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="spc "&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col1 vazio"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col1"&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col2"&gt;Ninguém disse que era fácil&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col1"&gt;  Oh it's such a shame for us to part&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col2"&gt;  Oh é mesmo uma pena nós nos separarmos&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col1"&gt;  Nobody said it was easy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col2"&gt;  Ninguém disse que era fácil&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col1"&gt;  No one ever said it would be so hard&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col2"&gt;  Ninguém nunca disse que seria tão difícil&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col1"&gt;  I'm going back to the start&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="col2"&gt;  Eu estou voltando para o começo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-334200724318609484?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/334200724318609484/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=334200724318609484' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/334200724318609484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/334200724318609484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/12/la-coldplay.html' title='La Coldplay'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SxWF0YzTkiI/AAAAAAAAAyo/FSBrHWYeqzQ/s72-c/coldplay-letras-ef189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-6037912546889589777</id><published>2009-11-17T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T12:33:54.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E vamos a Santa Maria!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SwMIKPKfDqI/AAAAAAAAAyg/FAGGhASWhLg/s1600/logosecom2009site.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 80px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SwMIKPKfDqI/AAAAAAAAAyg/FAGGhASWhLg/s400/logosecom2009site.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405172949736951458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Feliz. Contente. Assim estou. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Apesar de estar entulhada de trabalhos, Iniciação Cientifica , e mais o trabalho.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Mas tem algumas coisas que me deixam extremamente bem. E uma delas e é ir pra Santa Maria.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Amo Santa Maria. Sou  apaixonada por essa cidade. Sei que não é a cidade mais limpa, linda, mas sinto um bem estar lá que não consigo sentir aqui nessa "Santa Cruz".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Estarei  nos dias 19 ,20 e 21 participando de 34° Secom ,  Semana de Comunicação da UFSM  que tem como tema &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;“Que midia é essa? Comunicação e convergência”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Além de eu participar de oficinas legais propostas, estarei realmente no meio acadêmico, porque acredito que as estudantes de lá realmente pensam, bem diferente dos alunos da Unisc.  Claro, isso na minha opinião.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Deixo bem claro, a real importância da participação deste eventos, fora da grade curricular.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;É isto! E por se tratar de Santa Maria, melhor ainda!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;E la me vou...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Quem sabe eu fiquei por lá...e não volte mais...&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/3703622479426023864-6037912546889589777?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/6037912546889589777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=6037912546889589777' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/6037912546889589777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/6037912546889589777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-vamos-santa-maria.html' title='E vamos a Santa Maria!!!'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SwMIKPKfDqI/AAAAAAAAAyg/FAGGhASWhLg/s72-c/logosecom2009site.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-753015862758518953</id><published>2009-11-14T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T05:49:38.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coldplay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/Sv61bXdRg_I/AAAAAAAAAyY/di3AJOiuJa8/s1600-h/Coldplay+Lost.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/_0OUXIWoHtOg/Sv61bXdRg_I/AAAAAAAAAyY/di3AJOiuJa8/s400/Coldplay+Lost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403956084649067506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Já comprei meu ingresso para o show do Coldplay outro ano, dia 28 de fevereiro, na Praça da Apoteose, RJ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abaixo uma letra de música da banda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;" id="tbl_traducoes" class="cor_2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;just because I'm losing&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;  Doesn't mean I'm lost&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;  Doesn't mean I'll stop&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;  Doesn't mean I'm across&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="spc"&gt;&lt;td class="col1 vazio"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;Just because I'm hurting&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;  Doesn't mean I'm hurt&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;  Doesn't mean I didn't get what I deserved&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;  No better and no worse&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="spc"&gt;&lt;td class="col1 vazio"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;I just got lost!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;  Every river that I tried to cross&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;  Every door I ever tried was locked&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;  Ohhh and I'm just waiting 'til the shine wears off&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="spc"&gt;&lt;td class="col1 vazio"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;You might be a big fish&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;  In a little pond&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;  Doesn't mean you've won&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;  'Cause along may come&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;  A bigger one&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="spc"&gt;&lt;td class="col1 vazio"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;And you'll be lost!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;  Every river that you tried to cross&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;  Every gun you ever held went off&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;  Ohhh and I'm just waiting until the firing's stopped&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;  Ohhh and I'm just waiting 'til the shine wears off&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="spc"&gt;&lt;td class="col1 vazio"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;Ohhh and I'm just waiting 'til the shine wears off&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;  Ohhh and I'm just waiting 'til the shine wears off&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-753015862758518953?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/753015862758518953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=753015862758518953' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/753015862758518953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/753015862758518953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/11/coldplay.html' title='Coldplay'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/Sv61bXdRg_I/AAAAAAAAAyY/di3AJOiuJa8/s72-c/Coldplay+Lost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-4288949353537920960</id><published>2009-11-14T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T05:43:50.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vamos tentar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/Sv60EXoLoEI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/97F1HJqtbK4/s1600-h/tudo-novo-de-novo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/Sv60EXoLoEI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/97F1HJqtbK4/s400/tudo-novo-de-novo2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403954590046199874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É tudo novo de novo&lt;br /&gt;Vamos nos jogar onde já caímos&lt;br /&gt;Tudo novo de novo&lt;br /&gt;Vamos mergulhar do alto onde subimos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-4288949353537920960?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/4288949353537920960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=4288949353537920960' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/4288949353537920960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/4288949353537920960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/11/vamos-tentar.html' title='vamos tentar'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/Sv60EXoLoEI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/97F1HJqtbK4/s72-c/tudo-novo-de-novo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-7252335079923012241</id><published>2009-11-06T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T12:22:19.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dica</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ando meio estressada.Trabalho, faculdade, irmã, e mais...e final de ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mas é preciso calma, muita calma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ai vai uma dica boa pro findi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;VIVER SEM ESTRESSE&lt;br /&gt;Você não se sente estressado pelo que acontece a você, mas pelo modo que reage aos&lt;br /&gt;acontecimentos, como interpreta a situação pela qual está passando. Se você deseja viver&lt;br /&gt;uma vida longe do estresse, procure detectar os pensamentos negativos; tome consciência&lt;br /&gt;deles e decida-se a mudá-los. Estudos mostram que pessoas pessimistas têm maior propensão&lt;br /&gt;às doenças; que o negativismo provoca acentuada queda no sistema imunológico. Procure&lt;br /&gt;desenvolver pensamentos otimistas. Preste mais atenção a si mesmo e se “sinta”: “sinta” o&lt;br /&gt;frescor da água que lava seu rosto cada manhã; “sinta” o sabor do alimento que você ingere&lt;br /&gt;na refeição; “sinta” o calor do sol aquecendo sua pele enquanto faz sua caminhada. Você&lt;br /&gt;perceberá que existe infinitos motivos para ser otimista e se alegrar pelo simples fato de viver,&lt;br /&gt;e viver sem estresse.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fonte: Dra Ely Barreto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-7252335079923012241?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/7252335079923012241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=7252335079923012241' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/7252335079923012241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/7252335079923012241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/11/dica.html' title='Dica'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-6551526154377552706</id><published>2009-11-03T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T12:32:47.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>em vão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SvCTadW6A5I/AAAAAAAAAyI/incLjyYv_NQ/s1600-h/sofrimento%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SvCTadW6A5I/AAAAAAAAAyI/incLjyYv_NQ/s400/sofrimento%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399978035983811474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"O tempo vai mudar as coisas de lugar.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo vai curar a dor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-6551526154377552706?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/6551526154377552706/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=6551526154377552706' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/6551526154377552706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/6551526154377552706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/11/em-vao.html' title='em vão...'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SvCTadW6A5I/AAAAAAAAAyI/incLjyYv_NQ/s72-c/sofrimento%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-1189500178831569491</id><published>2009-10-30T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T13:59:57.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>passar..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SutTxtuCXII/AAAAAAAAAyA/XshPEYmE_i8/s1600-h/Julho07+468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SutTxtuCXII/AAAAAAAAAyA/XshPEYmE_i8/s400/Julho07+468.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398500691885055106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Essa semana foi corrida. Tive uma trabalho imenso a fazer. E uma temida prova para estudar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Quinta - feira, ontem, tirei o dia para estudar ética com uma amiga.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Fez muito calor ontem , assim como hoje.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Mas o que quero esclarecer, nas horas vagas que tive ontem a noite e não trabalhei eu s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;entei-me na sacada, na companhia de um bom chimarrão. E então curti a minha companhia. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Como estava muito quente, e já era tardinha, consegue deslumbrar o por do sol, que praticamente adoro.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Vi crianças lépidas e faceiras correndo pra lá e pra cá. Brincando e saltitando. Observei vizinhos passeando com seus cachorros. Muitos vizinhos também fazendo as tradicionais caminhadas que voltam com tudo nesta época. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;É bom você quebrar a rotina ás vezes e ficar sentada olhando para nada, ou vendo o mundo passar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Legal esta sensação. Mas ao mesmo tempo, fico nostálgica. Pensando na minha infância, penso no tempo em que eu não trabalhava e não dava valor para algumas horas, que hoje para mim são importantes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;É isso.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;De vez em quando...ver o mundo passar e se calar!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Bom final de semana!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-1189500178831569491?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/1189500178831569491/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=1189500178831569491' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/1189500178831569491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/1189500178831569491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/10/passar.html' title='passar..'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SutTxtuCXII/AAAAAAAAAyA/XshPEYmE_i8/s72-c/Julho07+468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-8614602814987563171</id><published>2009-10-23T10:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T10:20:37.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="yiv888361506"&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;div id="yiv888361506"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lembre-se de passar tempo com as pessoas que ama, pois elas&lt;br /&gt;não estarão aqui  para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se de dar um abraço carinhoso em seus pais, num  amigo,&lt;br /&gt;pois não lhe custa um centavo sequer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se de dizer 'eu te  amo' à sua&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(seu)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;companheira(o)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt; e às pessoas que ama, mas, em primeiro lugar, se  ame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um  beijo e um abraço curam a dor,&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;quando vêm de lá de dentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, valorize sua familia e  as pessoas que estão ao&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;seu lado, sempre!!!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Autor desconhecido&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/3703622479426023864-8614602814987563171?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/8614602814987563171/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=8614602814987563171' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/8614602814987563171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/8614602814987563171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/10/lembre-se-de-passar-tempo-com-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-4591102703102488678</id><published>2009-10-21T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T09:11:39.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fora de ar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/St8ymi_qCHI/AAAAAAAAAx4/23Br48Gc06w/s1600-h/3258909101_6e4d78da4e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/St8ymi_qCHI/AAAAAAAAAx4/23Br48Gc06w/s400/3258909101_6e4d78da4e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395086516423362674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Na maioria das vezes tentamos fazer o que podemos. Melhor satisfazer, atender.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Tem dias, que não conseguimos, fracassamos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;E pra ser sincero, eu quero férias...&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"vazio agudo &lt;em&gt;ando meio cheio de tudo&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt; Paulo &lt;em&gt;Leminski&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-4591102703102488678?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/4591102703102488678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=4591102703102488678' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/4591102703102488678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/4591102703102488678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/10/fora-de-ar.html' title='fora de ar...'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/St8ymi_qCHI/AAAAAAAAAx4/23Br48Gc06w/s72-c/3258909101_6e4d78da4e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-2036481670312168573</id><published>2009-10-19T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T09:37:00.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pense...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/StyVhcKJDHI/AAAAAAAAAxw/X-5sM_Y1T2Q/s1600-h/pensativo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/StyVhcKJDHI/AAAAAAAAAxw/X-5sM_Y1T2Q/s400/pensativo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394350855409962098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Posso ter defeitos, viver ansioso e ficar irritado algumas vezes, mas não esqueço de que minha vida é a maior empresa do mundo. E que posso evitar que ela vá à falência.&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz é reconhecer que vale a pena viver, apesar de todos os desafios, incompreensões e períodos de crise.&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz é deixar de ser vítima dos problemas e se tornar um autor da própria história.&lt;br /&gt;É atravessar desertos fora de si, mas ser capaz de encontrar um oásis no recôndito da sua alma.&lt;br /&gt;É agradecer a Deus a cada manhã pelo milagre da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz é não ter medo dos próprios sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;É saber falar de si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;É ter coragem para ouvir um não. É ter segurança para receber uma crítica, mesmo que injusta.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Augusto_Cury/" class="autor"&gt;Augusto Cury&lt;/a&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/3703622479426023864-2036481670312168573?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/2036481670312168573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=2036481670312168573' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/2036481670312168573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/2036481670312168573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/10/pense.html' title='Pense...'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/StyVhcKJDHI/AAAAAAAAAxw/X-5sM_Y1T2Q/s72-c/pensativo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-4431920412528482976</id><published>2009-10-14T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T14:23:36.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A cidade da DIVERSIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SteS0uZ3XgI/AAAAAAAAAxo/OXWS5e_ZZH8/s1600-h/photo_lg_saopaulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SteS0uZ3XgI/AAAAAAAAAxo/OXWS5e_ZZH8/s400/photo_lg_saopaulo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392940513306828290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ontem voltei de São Paulo. Passei o feriadão na terra da garoa. Fui na quinta e retornei na terça, como já havia escrito. Não conhecia São Paulo ainda. Os cinco dias em São Paulo foram muito bem aproveitados.&lt;br /&gt;Fui com minha amiga Jorcenita. Fomos a Porto Alegre, de lá até o aeroporto Salgado Filho. A viagem de avião foi tranquila.&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegamos lá, deixamos as coisas no hotel e saímos na Avenida Paulista. Quanto movimento! Pessoas! Carros!&lt;br /&gt;Fomos em um barzinho na Rua Augusta. E caminhando  pelas ruas pude observar como é a diversidade de pessoas que você encontra lá.&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade são pessoas de todos os cantos do mundo.  É chines, japonês, tem nordestino, carioca, gaúcho. É uma baita "misturança" que deu certo.&lt;br /&gt;Visitei vários lugares legais ao lado da Jo , da Simone e do Zé.&lt;br /&gt;Conheci a USP, a 25 de Março, o bairro Liberdade, o Brás, Masp, Pinacoteca, Estação Pinacoteca, Museu da Língua Portuguesa , fui na exposição do poeta, romancista, compositor e tradutor Paulo Leminski no Itaú Cultural. Conheci a livraria Cultura (me apaixonei), e outros lugares legais. E andei muito de metro.&lt;br /&gt;Posso afirmar que adorei conhecer São Paulo e quem sabe morar lá.&lt;br /&gt;gente com muita pressa e  com muita fome e fora as favelas, que são muitas. Mas o que me chamou a atenção foi a simplicidade da maioria das pessoas. Todas muito simples. E agora afirmo também: SP também é o lugar onde tem pessoas mais bonitas.&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/3703622479426023864-4431920412528482976?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/4431920412528482976/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=4431920412528482976' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/4431920412528482976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/4431920412528482976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/10/cidade-da-diversidade.html' title='A cidade da DIVERSIDADE'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SteS0uZ3XgI/AAAAAAAAAxo/OXWS5e_ZZH8/s72-c/photo_lg_saopaulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-4508132207506085743</id><published>2009-10-07T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T15:07:08.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/Ss0RBoZsMGI/AAAAAAAAAxg/70jWtltQOUI/s1600-h/CORAO_%7E1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/Ss0RBoZsMGI/AAAAAAAAAxg/70jWtltQOUI/s400/CORAO_%7E1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389983048755064930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="cabecalho" class="cor_2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Por que eu sei que é amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;h2 style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a id="identificador_artista" href="http://letras.terra.com.br/titas/"&gt;Titãs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;small style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Composição: Sérgio Britto e Paulo Miklos&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porque eu sei que é amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu não peço nada em troca&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu sei que é amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu não peço nenhuma prova&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mesmo que você não esteja aqui&lt;br /&gt;O amor está aqui&lt;br /&gt;Agora&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que você tenha que partir&lt;br /&gt;O amor não há de ir&lt;br /&gt;Embora&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu sei que é pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto durar&lt;br /&gt;E eu peço somente&lt;br /&gt;O que eu puder dar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porque eu sei que é amor&lt;br /&gt;Sei que cada palavra importa&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu sei que é amor&lt;br /&gt;Sei que só há uma resposta&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mesmo sem porquê eu te trago aqui&lt;br /&gt;O amor está aqui&lt;br /&gt;Comigo&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem porquê eu te levo assim&lt;br /&gt;O amor está em mim&lt;br /&gt;Mais vivo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-4508132207506085743?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/4508132207506085743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=4508132207506085743' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/4508132207506085743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/4508132207506085743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/10/por-que-eu-sei-que-e-amor-titas.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/Ss0RBoZsMGI/AAAAAAAAAxg/70jWtltQOUI/s72-c/CORAO_%7E1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-6325496031131827329</id><published>2009-10-05T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T14:36:06.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...passou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SspmuBo2cJI/AAAAAAAAAxY/wPwhkbqhb_A/s1600-h/coracao2tf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SspmuBo2cJI/AAAAAAAAAxY/wPwhkbqhb_A/s400/coracao2tf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389232845002010770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O primeiro amor passou.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O segundo amor passou.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O terceiro amor passou.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas o coração continua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="menulink"&gt;Parte da poesia de Drummond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-6325496031131827329?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/6325496031131827329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=6325496031131827329' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/6325496031131827329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/6325496031131827329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/10/passou.html' title='...passou...'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SspmuBo2cJI/AAAAAAAAAxY/wPwhkbqhb_A/s72-c/coracao2tf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-2963326091781641052</id><published>2009-10-02T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T14:42:32.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confirmado: Coldplay no Brasil em 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SsZzglz6tEI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/vhvk-gg9F_8/s1600-h/coldplay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SsZzglz6tEI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/vhvk-gg9F_8/s400/coldplay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388121007938253890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Os fãs da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;banda Coldplay, assim como eu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;, podem ver a sua banda de pertinho em 2010 aqui no Brasil. A banda confirmou, um show no Rio de Janeiro dia 28 de Fevereiro (Praça da Apoteose), e em São Paulo, no dia 2 de Março (Estádio do Morumbi).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Fiquei muito feliz com a novidade! Depois de tanta espera!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Adoro o som deles e é uma das minhas bandas favoritas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Agora só resta eu torcer para ter sorte ao comprar o ingresso!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Vou conseguir!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;E estarei lá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;VIVA LA VIDA&lt;/span&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/3703622479426023864-2963326091781641052?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/2963326091781641052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=2963326091781641052' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/2963326091781641052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/2963326091781641052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/10/confirmado-coldplay-no-brasil-em-2010.html' title='Confirmado: Coldplay no Brasil em 2010'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SsZzglz6tEI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/vhvk-gg9F_8/s72-c/coldplay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-3504945497772094351</id><published>2009-10-01T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T14:42:48.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva a volta de Deise!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SsUiNiblufI/AAAAAAAAAxI/exuN1Ltk5cY/s1600-h/vida-melhor-280108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SsUiNiblufI/AAAAAAAAAxI/exuN1Ltk5cY/s400/vida-melhor-280108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387750145194834418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Há três meses atrás postei um texto aqui falando da minha mãe adotiva da biblioteca. Ela á a Deise Moura, minha mãe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Deise foi afastada do trabalho a meses atrás devido a gripe A, pois já superou o câncer. E pessoas que tiveram câncer são mais vulneráveis a contrair a gripe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Então, Deise foi afastada. E eu, e vários amigos que gostam de Deise, sentimos muito a sua falta. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;No começo foi bem complicado. Eu sentia um vazio enorme. Quando minha mãe adotiva retornava do seu intervalo e almoço, íamos para as estantes guardar livros ou revistas e ficávamos falando da vida.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Problemas, alegrias, dúvidas. Não importava o assunto, a companhia e os discursos de Deise eram mais importantes do que outras coisas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Conversando com ela, eu sentia que alguem realmente me ouvia e me dava conselhos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E quando Deise se afastou do trabalho, nossa. Muita saudade .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Foi na ausência de minha mãe adotiva por muito tempo, que eu pude constatar o quanto ela é importante pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Te adoro!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E seja bem vinda amanhã!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-3504945497772094351?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/3504945497772094351/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=3504945497772094351' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/3504945497772094351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/3504945497772094351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/10/viva-volta-de-deise.html' title='Viva a volta de Deise!!!'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SsUiNiblufI/AAAAAAAAAxI/exuN1Ltk5cY/s72-c/vida-melhor-280108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-477318177684266305</id><published>2009-09-30T14:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T14:20:36.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amiga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SsPLjrO8i1I/AAAAAAAAAxA/Dmn6wia39hM/s1600-h/Janta+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SsPLjrO8i1I/AAAAAAAAAxA/Dmn6wia39hM/s400/Janta+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387373393026517842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;A Iara, a colega da foto é uma pessoa muito querida!!!&lt;br /&gt;Batalhadora.&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/3703622479426023864-477318177684266305?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/477318177684266305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=477318177684266305' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/477318177684266305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/477318177684266305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/09/amiga.html' title='Amiga'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SsPLjrO8i1I/AAAAAAAAAxA/Dmn6wia39hM/s72-c/Janta+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-1956834514621831359</id><published>2009-09-28T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T15:05:02.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"Não vou viver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;como alguém&lt;br /&gt;que só espera&lt;br /&gt;um novo amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Há outras coisas no&lt;br /&gt;caminho aonde eu vou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;As vezes ando só,&lt;br /&gt;trocando passos&lt;br /&gt;com a solidão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Momentos&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;que são&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; meus&lt;br /&gt;e que não abro mão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Já sei olhar o rio&lt;br /&gt;por onde a vida passa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Sem me precipitar&lt;br /&gt;e nem perder a hora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Escuto no silêncio&lt;br /&gt;que há em mim e basta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Outro tempo começou,&lt;br /&gt;pra mim&lt;br /&gt;agora"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Ana Carolina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-1956834514621831359?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/1956834514621831359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=1956834514621831359' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/1956834514621831359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/1956834514621831359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/09/nao-vou-viver-como-alguem-que-so-espera.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-3176663789539388290</id><published>2009-09-28T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T14:34:25.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>São Paulo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SsErX5uj7rI/AAAAAAAAAw4/ww9ezLxpGxw/s1600-h/sao_paulo_cidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SsErX5uj7rI/AAAAAAAAAw4/ww9ezLxpGxw/s400/sao_paulo_cidade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386634318944923314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Faltando três meses para terminar o ano de 2009. E na próxima semana, mais precisadamente dia 8 de outubro viajarei com minha amiga Jorcenita para a grande São Paulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vai ser incrível! Muito lugar pra caminhar e conhecer! Desde a USP até a 25 de março!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E ainda não me dei conta que já é  na outra semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Sei que irei me divertir bastante, ainda mais na companhia da Jo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E é assim que se constrói a vida. Família, amigos, estudo, trabalho, casa, passeios e viagens! Mas principalmente de pequenos momentos que se tornam eterno!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E de lhe São Paulo!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-3176663789539388290?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/3176663789539388290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=3176663789539388290' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/3176663789539388290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/3176663789539388290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/09/sao-paulo.html' title='São Paulo!'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SsErX5uj7rI/AAAAAAAAAw4/ww9ezLxpGxw/s72-c/sao_paulo_cidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-3710410116260483979</id><published>2009-09-21T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T10:34:09.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem explicação?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/Sre5DOoUcaI/AAAAAAAAAww/x6vlAGnCAHc/s1600-h/primeiro_encontro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/Sre5DOoUcaI/AAAAAAAAAww/x6vlAGnCAHc/s400/primeiro_encontro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383975344662671778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Devido aos contratempos, correria o blog estava meio parado.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Semanas pra cá, várias coisas aconteceram, e eu, diria que foram boas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Então posto aqui um texto da autoria de Paulo Coelho , "Nada acontece por acaso" e remete as coisas que vem acontecendo com a minha pessoa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h4 style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" class="beTitle" id="subjcns!D395D70B5BB316E6!2724"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nada acontece por acaso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;h4 style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" class="beTitle" id="subjcns!D395D70B5BB316E6!2724"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry" &gt;De uma coisa podemos ter certeza:&lt;br /&gt;de nada adianta querer apressar as coisas.&lt;br /&gt;tudo vem ao seu tempo,&lt;br /&gt;dentro do prazo que lhe foi previsto.&lt;br /&gt;Mas a natureza humana não é muito paciente.&lt;br /&gt;Temos pressa em tudo!&lt;br /&gt;Aquela situação que você mesmo provoca,&lt;br /&gt;por pura ansiedade&lt;br /&gt;de não aguardar o tempo certo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas poderia dizer:&lt;br /&gt;- Mas qual é o tempo certo?&lt;br /&gt;- Bom, basta você observar os sinais.&lt;br /&gt;Geralmente quando alguma coisa está&lt;br /&gt;Para acontecer ou chegar até sua vida,&lt;br /&gt;pequenas manifestações do cotidiano,&lt;br /&gt;enviarão sinais indicando o caminho certo.&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser a palavra de um amigo,&lt;br /&gt;Um texto lido, um observação qualquer.&lt;br /&gt;Mas com a certeza, o sincronismo se encarregará&lt;br /&gt;de colocar você no lugar certo, na hora certa,&lt;br /&gt;no momento certo, diante da situação&lt;br /&gt;OU DA PESSOA CERTA!&lt;br /&gt;Basta você acreditar&lt;br /&gt;que nada acontece por acaso!&lt;br /&gt;E talvez por isso&lt;br /&gt;que você esteja agora lendo essas linhas...&lt;br /&gt;Tente observar melhor o que está a sua volta.&lt;br /&gt;Com certeza alguns desses sinais&lt;br /&gt;já estão por perto,&lt;br /&gt;e você nem os notou ainda.&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se que o universo,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre conspira a seu favor,&lt;br /&gt;quando você possui um objetivo&lt;br /&gt;claro e uma disponibilidade de crescimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-3710410116260483979?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/3710410116260483979/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=3710410116260483979' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/3710410116260483979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/3710410116260483979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/09/sem-explicacao.html' title='Sem explicação?'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/Sre5DOoUcaI/AAAAAAAAAww/x6vlAGnCAHc/s72-c/primeiro_encontro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-4003673477020472912</id><published>2009-09-10T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T14:30:27.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade de Clarice Lispector</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;"Saudade é um pouco como fome. Só passa quando se come a presença. Mas ás vezes a saudade é tão profunda que a presença é pouco: quer-se absorver a outra pessoa toda. Essa vontade de um se o outro para uma unificação inteira é um dos sentimentos mais urgentes que se tem na vida".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-4003673477020472912?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/4003673477020472912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=4003673477020472912' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/4003673477020472912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/4003673477020472912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/09/saudade-de-clarice-lispector.html' title='Saudade de Clarice Lispector'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-2625188866821495168</id><published>2009-09-10T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T12:23:09.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escuta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SqlRyX__lbI/AAAAAAAAAwo/KlL5l-I4bCY/s1600-h/Escuta+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SqlRyX__lbI/AAAAAAAAAwo/KlL5l-I4bCY/s400/Escuta+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379921155748500914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Amo escutar as pessoas. Acho que escutar é um exercício.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;E  exige paciência. Eu acabo na maioria das vezes falando no meio, mas escuto. E pergunto, questiono. Quem me conhece sabe. As minhas perguntas mais freqüentes são: "Como assim"? "Por que"? "Haaa"? "Não entendi". &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;São as frases celebres de Angel.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Escutar. Quem não gosta de ser escutado. Desabafar para o amigo. Que coisa boa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;E é ai, que muitas vezes erramos. Eu erro, todos erram. A gente não sabe escutar. Gostamos de falar, e como falamos de nós. E é ótimo quando você fala pra alguém e seu amigo lhe escuta, pergunta.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Eu tenho essa sensação com vários amigos, eles realmente me escutam. Outros até fingem. Faz parte.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Por isso exercito todos os dias. Quando um amigo, conhecido vem me contar algo, escuto, indago. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;É isso.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Fica o recado. ESCUTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-2625188866821495168?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/2625188866821495168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=2625188866821495168' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/2625188866821495168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/2625188866821495168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/09/escuta.html' title='Escuta...'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SqlRyX__lbI/AAAAAAAAAwo/KlL5l-I4bCY/s72-c/Escuta+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-9020610504566236733</id><published>2009-09-09T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T11:54:17.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedras no caminho?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/Sqf5zEP0UUI/AAAAAAAAAwg/YWSq0ivPQnc/s1600-h/ref-FP1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/Sqf5zEP0UUI/AAAAAAAAAwg/YWSq0ivPQnc/s400/ref-FP1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379542935626076482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" align="center"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;   Você pode ter defeitos, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" align="center"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; viver ansioso e ficar irritado algumas vezes,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" align="center"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;   mas não se esqueça de que &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" align="center"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; sua vida é a maior empresa do mundo.&lt;br /&gt; E você pode evitar que ela vá à falência.&lt;br /&gt; Há muitas pessoas que precisam, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" align="center"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; admiram e torcem por você.&lt;br /&gt; Gostaria que você sempre se lembrasse &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" align="center"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; de que ser feliz não é ter um céu sem tempestade, caminhos sem acidentes,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;   trabalhos sem fadigas, relacionamentos sem desilusões.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;   Ser feliz é encontrar força no perdão, esperança nas batalhas, segurança no palco do medo, amor nos desencontros.&lt;br /&gt; Ser feliz não é apenas valorizar o sorriso, mas refletir sobre a tristeza.&lt;br /&gt; Não é apenas comemorar o sucesso, mas aprender lições nos fracassos.&lt;br /&gt; Não é apenas ter júbilo nos aplausos, mas encontrar alegria no anonimato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" align="center"&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;   Ser feliz é reconhecer que vale a pena viver, apesar de todos os desafios, incompreensões e períodos de crise.&lt;br /&gt; Ser feliz é deixar de ser vítima dos problemas e se tornar um autor da própria história.&lt;br /&gt; É atravessar desertos fora de si, mas ser capaz de encontrar um oásis no recôndito da sua alma.&lt;br /&gt; É agradecer a Deus a cada manhã pelo milagre da vida.&lt;br /&gt; Ser feliz é não ter medo dos próprios sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt; É saber falar de si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt; É ter coragem para ouvir um "não".&lt;br /&gt; É ter segurança para receber uma crítica, mesmo que injusta.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" align="center"&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;   Ser feliz é deixar viver a criança livre, alegre e simples&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;   que mora dentro de cada um de nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;   É ter maturidade para falar "eu errei".&lt;br /&gt; É ter ousadia para dizer "me perdoe".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;   É ter sensibilidade para expressar "eu preciso de você".&lt;br /&gt; É ter capacidade de dizer "eu te amo".&lt;br /&gt; É ter humildade da receptividade.&lt;br /&gt; Desejo que a vida se torne um canteiro de oportunidades para você ser   feliz...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;br /&gt; E, quando você errar o caminho, recomece.&lt;br /&gt; Pois assim você descobrirá que ser feliz não é ter uma vida perfeita.&lt;br /&gt; Mas usar as lágrimas para irrigar a tolerância.&lt;br /&gt; Usar as perdas para refinar a paciência.&lt;br /&gt; Usar as falhas para lapidar o prazer.&lt;br /&gt; Usar os obstáculos para abrir as janelas da inteligência.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Jamais desista de si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt; Jamais desista das pessoas que você ama.&lt;br /&gt; Jamais desista de ser feliz, pois a vida é um obstáculo imperdível,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" align="center"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;   ainda que se apresentem dezenas de fatores a demonstrarem o contrário.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pedras no Caminho? Guardo todas, um dia vou construir um castelo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FERNANDO PESSOA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-9020610504566236733?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/9020610504566236733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=9020610504566236733' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/9020610504566236733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/9020610504566236733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/09/pedras-no-caminho.html' title='Pedras no caminho?'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/Sqf5zEP0UUI/AAAAAAAAAwg/YWSq0ivPQnc/s72-c/ref-FP1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-7086689525259238639</id><published>2009-09-03T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T14:53:15.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diversão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SqA6bJ-wbMI/AAAAAAAAAwI/XFdRHYY50QM/s1600-h/DSC_5641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SqA6bJ-wbMI/AAAAAAAAAwI/XFdRHYY50QM/s400/DSC_5641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377362193290390722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="fr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Construí amigos,enfrentei derrotas,venci obstáculos, bati na porta da vida e disse-lhe: Não tenho medo de vivê-la"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Augusto_Cury/" class="autor"&gt;Augusto Cury&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Augusto_Cury/" class="autor"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-7086689525259238639?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/7086689525259238639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=7086689525259238639' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/7086689525259238639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/7086689525259238639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/09/diversao.html' title='Diversão'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SqA6bJ-wbMI/AAAAAAAAAwI/XFdRHYY50QM/s72-c/DSC_5641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-3643136582301335561</id><published>2009-09-01T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T16:34:00.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outro lugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/Sp2u1kvCSII/AAAAAAAAAwA/B5NP1RaK1yk/s1600-h/pensamentos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/Sp2u1kvCSII/AAAAAAAAAwA/B5NP1RaK1yk/s400/pensamentos1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376645765567498370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Várias vezes. Isso posso afirmar. Muitas vezes. É.&lt;br /&gt;E já deve ter acontecido com qualquer um.&lt;br /&gt;Acontece algo, você respira, pensa mais que dez vezes e seu pensamento é o mesmo, você não para,  e sua cabecinha vai imaginando coisas, que quando você cai na vida real, percebe que já não tem cabimento, é demais.&lt;br /&gt;Isso me aconteceu hoje. Eu quase explodi e então chorei, porque chorar pra mim é uma terapia. E foi nesse momento que eu não queria estar no lugar que estava, na biblioteca.&lt;br /&gt;Naquele instante eu queria estar em qualquer lugar, menos ali, respirando aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Incrível  que este pensamento logo se ausentou, depois voltei a normal "Angel", e continuei, caminhei.&lt;br /&gt;É esses desejos, vontade que me fazem  sair do ar. O porque daquele momento. Porque não outra hora?&lt;br /&gt;É. Tem razão. Seria mais fácil se pudéssemos ao invés de viver, só imaginar. Na verdade o pensamento é pequeno demais para uma só vida!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&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/3703622479426023864-3643136582301335561?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/3643136582301335561/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=3643136582301335561' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/3643136582301335561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/3643136582301335561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/09/varias-vezes.html' title='Outro lugar'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/Sp2u1kvCSII/AAAAAAAAAwA/B5NP1RaK1yk/s72-c/pensamentos1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-3524694506927403087</id><published>2009-08-28T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T17:33:40.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="fr0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Desaprender para aprender. Deletar para escrever em cima.&lt;br /&gt;Houve um tempo em que eu pensava que, para isso, seria preciso nascer de novo, mas hoje sei que dá pra renascer várias vezes nesta mesma vida. Basta desaprender o receio de mudar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Martha_Medeiros/" class="autor"&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Martha_Medeiros/" class="autor"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-3524694506927403087?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/3524694506927403087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=3524694506927403087' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/3524694506927403087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/3524694506927403087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/08/poema.html' title='Poema'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-2387633239653882643</id><published>2009-08-24T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T15:21:11.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deficiência, poema de Mário Quintana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SpMSGRhhLZI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Jt8EwYOiIBI/s1600-h/relax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SpMSGRhhLZI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Jt8EwYOiIBI/s400/relax.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373658679375637906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Deficiente" é aquele que não consegue modificar sua vida, aceitando as imposições de outras pessoas ou da sociedade em que vive, sem ter consciência de que é dono do seu destino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Louco" é quem não procura ser feliz com o que possui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cego" é aquele que não vê seu próximo morrer de frio, de fome, de miséria, e só tem olhos para seus míseros problemas e pequenas dores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Surdo" é aquele que não tem tempo de ouvir um desabafo de um amigo, ou o apelo de um irmão. Pois está sempre apressado para o trabalho e quer garantir seus tostões no fim do mês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mudo" é aquele que não consegue falar o que sente e se esconde por trás da máscara da hipocrisia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Paralítico" é quem não consegue andar na direção daqueles que precisam de sua ajuda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Diabético" é quem não consegue ser doce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anão" é quem não sabe deixar o amor crescer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, finalmente, a pior das deficiências é ser miserável, pois:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Miseráveis" são todos que não conseguem falar com Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Relax.&lt;br /&gt;Assim eu me encontro!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-2387633239653882643?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/2387633239653882643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=2387633239653882643' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/2387633239653882643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/2387633239653882643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/08/deficiencia-poema-de-mario-quintana.html' title='Deficiência, poema de Mário Quintana'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SpMSGRhhLZI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Jt8EwYOiIBI/s72-c/relax.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-5553912484374666011</id><published>2009-08-21T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T15:06:14.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A paixão por Santa Maria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/So8ZFxZhboI/AAAAAAAAAvw/ldJlcstK6Yg/s1600-h/santamaria05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/So8ZFxZhboI/AAAAAAAAAvw/ldJlcstK6Yg/s400/santamaria05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372540467426717314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Arrependimento. Essa é a palavra que define o que sinto no momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ter escolhido Santa Cruz para morar e estudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eis que o destino me levou a cidade da Oktoberfest, dos alemão, dos donos do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A primeira vez que conheci a Unisc, foi amor a primeira vista. Fiquei deslumbrada com a estrutura, organização, limpeza. Tudo muito bonito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E é claro, uma hora a ficha  cai. A gente amadurece. O nosso mundo abri mais leques e não fica mais preso a um "mundinho' fascinante e deslumbrante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E é o que me aconteceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quero outros caminhos, outros lugares, quero realmente sair dessa Santa Cruz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E quem sabe o destino me leva a Santa Maria, cidade a qual sou apaixonada, tenho vinculo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Algo por Santa Maria no passado eu fiz. Quando estou lá me sinto mais leve, de bem comigo. O que é muito bom lá também, é o carisma das pessoas, o que aqui em santa cruz é difícil acontecer, perdoe-me os meus verdadeiros amigos, mas aqui respeito é artigo de luxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas Santa Maria me cativa. A cidade não é aquela belezura, sempre digo aos meus amigos: Santa Cruz é uma cidade muito linda, bem arborezida, bonita mesmo, mas não têm o que Santa Maria tem, que é o carisma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Então me perguntam: O que ainda faço aqui em Scs? Terminar de concluir a faculdade, aproveitar o desconto que aqui tenho, já que trabalho na instituição, que por sinal eu digo, amo meu trabalho e por já ter lugar fixo aqui. Não fosse isso eu já estaria no calçadão de Sm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É bom a gente ter dúvidas, por que só assim temos o direito da escolha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Isso. Em breve Santa Maria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-5553912484374666011?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/5553912484374666011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=5553912484374666011' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/5553912484374666011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/5553912484374666011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/08/paixao-por-santa-maria.html' title='A paixão por Santa Maria'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/So8ZFxZhboI/AAAAAAAAAvw/ldJlcstK6Yg/s72-c/santamaria05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-5106121306712712479</id><published>2009-08-19T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T15:15:32.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A mente na nossa mente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/Sox5DVPspxI/AAAAAAAAAvo/cGor-lqL6bg/s1600-h/mente1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/Sox5DVPspxI/AAAAAAAAAvo/cGor-lqL6bg/s400/mente1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371801553695713042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hoje me dei por conta da importância que meus pensamentos tem em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;É incrível a capacidade da nossa mente. É uma maquina potente. Ela pode construir, abrir caminho, como também pode destruir ou fechar estradas.&lt;br /&gt;Quando meus pensamentos estão longe, logo eu imagino mais coisas, acrescento e o que era normal, agora já é absurdo.&lt;br /&gt;Várias noites em que acordo e não consigo voltar ao sono, fico imaginando coisas e quando me desperto no mundo real, já estou deixando para trás coisas que imaginei em minutos. Uma Angélica já formada, morando em Poa, Sm, ou outro lugar, menos Santa Cruz. Uma Angélica mais feliz, com outros problemas. Isso tudo minha mente construiu.&lt;br /&gt;E, em cada dia, instantes que não são cobrados eu insisto em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; reiventar vidas. Nascer ou morrer. Dançar ou sentar. Sorrir ou chorar. Partir ou ficar.&lt;br /&gt;São coisas, imaginações que apenas a nossa mente é capaz de construir e, destruir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-5106121306712712479?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/5106121306712712479/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=5106121306712712479' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/5106121306712712479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/5106121306712712479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/08/mente-na-nossa-mente.html' title='A mente na nossa mente'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/Sox5DVPspxI/AAAAAAAAAvo/cGor-lqL6bg/s72-c/mente1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-3326453692152741969</id><published>2009-08-17T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:43:05.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E volta a correria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SonO3tpJE_I/AAAAAAAAAvg/mgVKGRAxb4c/s1600-h/hdn-correria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SonO3tpJE_I/AAAAAAAAAvg/mgVKGRAxb4c/s400/hdn-correria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371051487156311026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Depois de um mês de férias da faculdade, hoje dia 17 tudo volta tudo ao normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Correria, provas, trabalhos, estresse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isso mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não vou negar que estava com saudade da biblioteca mais movimentada , cheia de alunos precisando de ajuda, mas da faculdade não muita saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Então, semana passa me questionei : será que estou no curso certo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estou. Sei que falta mais empolgação da minha parte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No mais, é o jornalismo que pretendo exercitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E que venha a correria, a falta de tempo. Tudo isso faz parte da vida de um acadêmico, para daqui a alguns anos a gente senti falta de tanta vontade de correr pra lá e pra cá e ainda assim ir para uma festinha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-3326453692152741969?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/3326453692152741969/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=3326453692152741969' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/3326453692152741969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/3326453692152741969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-volta-correria.html' title='E volta a correria'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SonO3tpJE_I/AAAAAAAAAvg/mgVKGRAxb4c/s72-c/hdn-correria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-9189224293938846219</id><published>2009-08-10T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:30:10.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentir saudade e perder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;A perda de uma pessoa é sempre muito difícil para qualquer um.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;A morte para muitos é como um tabu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Pra mim, é algo que eu trato naturalmente, ou melhor, tento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Porque, quando alguém  que gostamos morre, sabemos que ele NUNCA mais irá estar presente em nossa vida. E, é esse &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nunca&lt;/span&gt; que me entristece, que parte o meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Saber que nunca mais vou abraçar, conversar, sair, estar com essa pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Só o tempo para acalmar a perda e a saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Agora tem outra perda que também é ruim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;É quando convivemos com alguém, trocamos idéias, conversas, alegrias, tristezas e essa pessoa ou amigo sai do trabalho e tomo rumo em outro lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Foi o que aconteceu semana passada com uma colega de trabalho que eu admirava muito e pela qual tinha muito carinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Está colega querida, estava sempre prestes a me ajudar nas dúvidas que tive logo quando iniciei meu trabalho na biblioteca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Foi aquela pessoa com quem tive logo muita proximidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Eis, que nem tudo é para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Somos passageiros de vida e com o tempo estaremos "vagabundeando" pela estradas da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;E foi esse o destino que minha colega tomou. Não estará mais presente em nosso local de trabalho, mas guardarei boas lembranças!&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/3703622479426023864-9189224293938846219?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/9189224293938846219/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=9189224293938846219' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/9189224293938846219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/9189224293938846219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/08/sentir-saudade-e-perder.html' title='Sentir saudade e perder'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-1067934919743196577</id><published>2009-07-30T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T07:04:32.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A difícil arte de acordar no frio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SnGns04oXsI/AAAAAAAAAvY/52pQ89b3QW4/s1600-h/gramadoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SnGns04oXsI/AAAAAAAAAvY/52pQ89b3QW4/s400/gramadoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364253019727224514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Gente. É insuportável acordar nesse inverno onde a temperatura oscila entre os 2° e 5 ° C.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Para mim, em especial, é como ir para guerra. Tenho pena de deixar minha cama quentinha e abandonar as minhas cobertas e começar o dia. E lá fora mais frio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Uma mania que tenho e não abro mão no inverno é tomar banho assim que acordo, pois o banho me acorda mesmo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Falo para todos amigos que não curto o inverno.&lt;br /&gt;Quando era criança, era admiradora dessa estação congelada.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sou mais do verão. Sol, calor, caminhada, praia, comida leve. Ahhh nem falei desse detalhe. Comer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;E como eu estou devorando comidas quentes, massas, chocolates, sopas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Neste frio não da nem vontade de olhar para uma maça. O que eu quero é chocolate quente, um chá também vai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Mas, como a natureza tem ciclos, e eu sei a importância do inverno. Vou aproveitar enquanto ele não acaba.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;E quando o verão chegar...não vai faltar mais entusiasmo e calor de sobra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/3703622479426023864-1067934919743196577?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/1067934919743196577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=1067934919743196577' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/1067934919743196577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/1067934919743196577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/07/dificil-arte-de-acordar-no-frio.html' title='A difícil arte de acordar no frio'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SnGns04oXsI/AAAAAAAAAvY/52pQ89b3QW4/s72-c/gramadoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-4748421137719568528</id><published>2009-07-28T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T07:48:41.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agudo, minha cidade natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/Sm8PmfqK5QI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/jI37m7ovcsw/s1600-h/g_Agudo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/Sm8PmfqK5QI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/jI37m7ovcsw/s400/g_Agudo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363522835229369602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    Cascata Radatz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/Sm8PbiUrtvI/AAAAAAAAAvI/N_2mH7_rAUw/s1600-h/max1222358074morro_agudo___Erni_Rudolfo_Bck.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/Sm8PbiUrtvI/AAAAAAAAAvI/N_2mH7_rAUw/s400/max1222358074morro_agudo___Erni_Rudolfo_Bck.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363522646965991154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                Morro Agudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/Sm8PKh-8PxI/AAAAAAAAAu8/gIdV1fzCXU4/s1600-h/agudoo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/Sm8PKh-8PxI/AAAAAAAAAu8/gIdV1fzCXU4/s400/agudoo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363522354817023762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                    Igreja evangélica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Alguns dados sobre a cidade que nasci: Agudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A cidade encontra-se ao centro do estado do Rio Grande do Sul. Apesar de ter como vizinhos alguns municípios pertencentes à quarta colônia, Agudo é a cidade sede da  imigração alemã. A cultura herdada pelos imigrantes é presente até hoje e pode ser observada em algumas manifestações de Agudo como feiras, festas e a tradição da língua alemã, que ainda é ensinada tanto domesticamente quanto nas escolas, preservada principalmente no meio rural. Com isso é possível facilmente ver pessoas falando no idioma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O nome "Agudo" é devido ao morro localizado na região, denominado Morro Agudo, por ter uma característica acentuada.&lt;br /&gt;A sua economia está baseada no cultivo do arroz, fumo e morango.&lt;br /&gt;Seu povo  é muito hospedeiro e trabalhador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além de um povo hospedeiro, a cidade é pequena. São em torno de 17 mil habitantes.&lt;br /&gt;Uma cidade tranqüila para morar e é claro, saindo dela a saudade aumenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/3703622479426023864-4748421137719568528?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/4748421137719568528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=4748421137719568528' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/4748421137719568528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/4748421137719568528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/07/agudo-minha-cidade-natal.html' title='Agudo, minha cidade natal'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/Sm8PmfqK5QI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/jI37m7ovcsw/s72-c/g_Agudo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-4326038169330459438</id><published>2009-07-27T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:42:24.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vou Deixar Que Você Se Vá</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/Sm28dxvCv8I/AAAAAAAAAu0/tVjWumim8eU/s1600-h/aonde+quer+que+eu+v%C3%A1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/Sm28dxvCv8I/AAAAAAAAAu0/tVjWumim8eU/s400/aonde+quer+que+eu+v%C3%A1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363149951021006786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A letra abaixo "Vou Deixar Que Você Se Vá" da banda gaúcha Nenhum de Nós, é a do meu momento.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Resumindo : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;VOU DEIXAR QUE VOCÊ SE VÁ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando as coisas estão desabando, mas no momento você não pode chorar. Dança, ri, se diverti. Foi quando está musica tocou e disse tudo. Perfeita para aquele momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;"Vou Deixar Que Você Se Vá"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Minhas mãos estão cansadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Não tenho mais onde me agarrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Tudo já se foi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Amizade, carinho e amor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há mais por que lutar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minhas mãos estão cansadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Não vou mais lhe segurar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou deixar que você se vá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Não vou mais lhe segurar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Vou deixar que você se vá&lt;/span&gt; (2x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Procure o seu caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Eu aprendi andar sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Isto foi a muito tempo atrás&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda sei como se faz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minhas mãos estão cansadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Não tenho mais onde me agarrar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vou mais lhe segurar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Vou deixar que você se vá...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Não vou mais lhe segurar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vou deixar que você se vá&lt;/span&gt; (2x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-4326038169330459438?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/4326038169330459438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=4326038169330459438' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/4326038169330459438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/4326038169330459438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/07/vou-deixar-que-voce-se-va.html' title='Vou Deixar Que Você Se Vá'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/Sm28dxvCv8I/AAAAAAAAAu0/tVjWumim8eU/s72-c/aonde+quer+que+eu+v%C3%A1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703622479426023864.post-6689981852123460438</id><published>2009-07-24T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T07:12:17.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um poema</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="fr0"&gt;É preciso não esquecer nada:&lt;br /&gt;nem a torneira aberta nem o fogo aceso,&lt;br /&gt;nem o sorriso para os infelizes&lt;br /&gt;nem a oração de cada instante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso não esquecer de ver a nova borboleta&lt;br /&gt;nem o céu de sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é preciso é esquecer o nosso rosto,&lt;br /&gt;o nosso nome, o som da nossa voz, o ritmo do nosso pulso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é preciso esquecer é o dia carregado de atos,&lt;br /&gt;a idéia de recompensa e de glória.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é preciso é ser como se já não fôssemos,&lt;br /&gt;vigiados pelos próprios olhos&lt;br /&gt;severos conosco, pois o resto não nos pertence.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Cecilia_Meireles/" class="autor"&gt;Cecília Meireles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703622479426023864-6689981852123460438?l=blogdangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/6689981852123460438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703622479426023864&amp;postID=6689981852123460438' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/6689981852123460438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703622479426023864/posts/default/6689981852123460438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdangelica.blogspot.com/2009/07/mais-um-poema.html' title='Mais um poema'/><author><name>Angélica Weise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558473773312111709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OUXIWoHtOg/SjgQVC_UuAI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7N7YNQfz8a8/S220/50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
