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Eu.... ainda não sei.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/TUizdZ2uIgI/AAAAAAAAANc/FzNrC3hi5F8/s1600/espelho.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/TUizdZ2uIgI/AAAAAAAAANc/FzNrC3hi5F8/s320/espelho.bmp" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Composição: Oswaldo Montenegro &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faça uma lista de grandes amigos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quem você mais via há dez anos atrás&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quantos você ainda vê todo dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quantos você já não encontra mais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faça uma lista dos sonhos que tinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quantos você desistiu de sonhar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quantos amores jurados pra sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quantos você conseguiu preservar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Onde você ainda se reconhece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/1690296954223505872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/1690296954223505872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2011/02/lista-vc-conclui-sua-eu-ainda-nao-sei.html' title='A lista, vc conclui a sua? Eu.... ainda não sei.'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/TUizdZ2uIgI/AAAAAAAAANc/FzNrC3hi5F8/s72-c/espelho.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-1564511136870070279</id><published>2011-01-05T17:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T17:43:53.023-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consciencia'/><title type='text'>Salmo 34</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/TSTJsGQYMoI/AAAAAAAAANY/hp8atzH_Lhw/s1600/deus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/TSTJsGQYMoI/AAAAAAAAANY/hp8atzH_Lhw/s200/deus.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salmo de Davi, quando se fingiu amalucado na presença de Abimeleque e, por este expulso, ele se foi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bendirei o SENHOR em todo o tempo&lt;span id="span_dynabox" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0px none transparent; color: transparent; display: inline; margin: 0px; padding: 0pt; visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, o seu louvor estará sempre nos meus lábios.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gloriar-se-á no SENHOR a minha alma; os humildes o ouvirão e se alegrarão.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Engrandecei o SENHOR comigo, e todos, à uma, lhe exaltemos o nome.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Busquei o SENHOR, e ele me acolheu; livrou-me de todos os meus temores.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Contemplai-o e sereis iluminados, e o vosso rosto jamais sofrerá vexame.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clamou este aflito, e o SENHOR o ouviu e o livrou de todas as suas tribulações.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;O anjo do SENHOR acampa-se ao redor dos que o temem e os livra.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh! Provai e vede que o SENHOR é bom; bem-aventurado o homem que nele se refugia.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Temei o SENHOR, vós os seus santos, pois nada falta aos que o temem.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Os leõezinhos sofrem necessidade e passam fome, porém aos que buscam o SENHOR bem nenhum lhes faltará.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vinde, filhos, e escutai-me; eu vos ensinarei o temor do SENHOR.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quem é o homem que ama a vida e quer longevidade para ver o bem?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Refreia a língua do mal e os lábios de falarem dolosamente.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aparta-te do mal e pratica o que é bom; procura a paz e empenha-te por alcançá-la.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Os olhos do SENHOR repousam sobre os justos, e os seus ouvidos estão abertos ao seu clamor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;O rosto do SENHOR está contra os que praticam o mal, para lhes extirpar da terra a memória.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clamam os justos, e o SENHOR os escuta e os livra de todas as suas tribulações.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perto está o SENHOR dos que têm o coração quebrantado e salva os de espírito oprimido.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Muitas são as aflições do justo, mas o SENHOR de todas o livra.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Preserva-lhe todos os ossos, nem um deles sequer será quebrado.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;O infortúnio matará o ímpio, e os que odeiam o justo serão condenados.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;O SENHOR resgata a alma dos seus servos, e dos que nele confiam nenhum será condenado.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502654563528106680-1564511136870070279?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/1564511136870070279/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2011/01/salmo-34.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/1564511136870070279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/1564511136870070279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2011/01/salmo-34.html' title='Salmo 34'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/TSTJsGQYMoI/AAAAAAAAANY/hp8atzH_Lhw/s72-c/deus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-3083473958152118780</id><published>2010-12-30T20:11:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T20:12:13.758-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonhos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ano novo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feliz'/><title type='text'>Ano Novo, Nova Vida, de novo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/TR0DcFuM7nI/AAAAAAAAANU/j7KPMdBGscs/s1600/vida-nova-thumb119462.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/TR0DcFuM7nI/AAAAAAAAANU/j7KPMdBGscs/s200/vida-nova-thumb119462.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Ano Novo, 2011, é daqui a dois dias! Novamente esperanças, paixões, sonhos, perseverança, amor e ideias serão renovados. Mais um vez vou fazer uma lista do que quero que mude, do que quero que aconteça neste novo ano que está batendo à porta. Metas que neste ano não foram totalmente realizadas, mas que em 2011 serão, a expectativa é sempre esta, concretizações do que não foi e vai ser, um dia! Irei&amp;nbsp; continuar dando prioridade a vida profissional, estudar bastante, terminar meu artigo da pós, aliás, começa-lo, ! Quero voltar a morar na casa de mamãe ou pelo menos perto. Ficar perto da família e daqueles amigos de sempre.&lt;br /&gt;400 km, categoricamente, não dá!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hum, sobre o amor, a parte complicada, este ano vou dar e me dar a oportunidade de (re)conhecer alguém , encontrar uma pessoa que me faça feliz. Fiquei um ano sozinha. Cansei! Sinto falta de alguém. &lt;br /&gt;2011 número ímpar, um amigo perguntou se dou sorte, respondi que sim, na maioria das vezes ganho no par ou ímpar, é um consolo ou&amp;nbsp; mesmo uma motivação.&lt;br /&gt;Só sei, que este ano há de ser bem melhor que este que por sinal, foi muito bom.Com muitas realizações, paz, saúde, amizade e união. E a constatação que sou muito feliz com o que tenho e com as pessoas que me rodeiam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502654563528106680-3083473958152118780?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/3083473958152118780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2010/12/ano-novo-nova-vida-de-novo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/3083473958152118780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/3083473958152118780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2010/12/ano-novo-nova-vida-de-novo.html' title='Ano Novo, Nova Vida, de novo!!!'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/TR0DcFuM7nI/AAAAAAAAANU/j7KPMdBGscs/s72-c/vida-nova-thumb119462.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-8195936829526874618</id><published>2010-12-22T22:43:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T22:43:21.111-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorte e experiencias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solidão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dúvida.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trabalho'/><title type='text'>Seis meses longe de casa!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/TPqwV1kijEI/AAAAAAAAANA/XJMvdpiBm4Q/s1600/solidao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/TPqwV1kijEI/AAAAAAAAANA/XJMvdpiBm4Q/s320/solidao.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Quase seis meses e muito coisa, ou quase nada, mudou por fora!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes não penso muito nas consequências de determinados atos, ou mesmo não penso na dimensão que eles podem tomar.Mas, sempre tento! E julgo isso, mais importante do que aprender com eles! &lt;br /&gt;Escolhi por algum tempo, ou menos pensei que minha escolha surtiria efeitos menos intensos, viver longe de casa, dos amigos, dos colegas, da família e de todos aquele que fazem uma imensa falta na minha existência. Como se diz o sempre lembrado provérbio ou dittado popular, quando se perde e que se sente falta..Pura verdade!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cresci muito profissionalmente, não no sentido financeiro, o que seria muito bom, é claro, mas pude constatar como é, e sempre será a vida na profissão que escolhi.Isso não quer dizer que sempre trabalharei nela. Por isso, acho que já deu, o que tinha que dar por aqui.Portanto, ando estudanto e pensando em várias maneiras pra voltar a morar e trabalhar perto de casa.Reclamo da minha cidade, mas não sei viver longe de lá..... lá, que estão todos meus afetos e desafetos. Minha vida!!! E como gosto de tudo aquilo!!&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que a experiência a 400 km longe de casa, foi muito boa. Amadureci em relação a certas coisas,&amp;nbsp; e percebi o que quero para minha vida. Além de fazer escolhas longe de casa, que pensei que nunca mais tivesse que fazer.Mas, nunca mais, digo nunca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502654563528106680-8195936829526874618?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/8195936829526874618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2010/12/seis-meses-longe-de-casa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/8195936829526874618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/8195936829526874618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2010/12/seis-meses-longe-de-casa.html' title='Seis meses longe de casa!!!'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/TPqwV1kijEI/AAAAAAAAANA/XJMvdpiBm4Q/s72-c/solidao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-7319293344821998129</id><published>2010-12-22T21:47:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T22:45:43.877-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solidariedade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Então, é Natal!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/TRKNjC_I1yI/AAAAAAAAANE/Vtg5QqbKVhM/s1600/papael-de-parede-de-natal-presentes-natal.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/TRKNjC_I1yI/AAAAAAAAANE/Vtg5QqbKVhM/s320/papael-de-parede-de-natal-presentes-natal.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Passando por aqui, pra falar no Natal,&amp;nbsp;essa data tão&amp;nbsp;data especial..(rimou..rss)&lt;br /&gt;Eu, categoricamente, ADORO! Época de solidariedade, o que devia ocorrer durante todo o ano,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; o sentimento humano para com o próximo ainda está na era pré histórica,mas mesmo assim, muitas pessoas pensam mais no outro do que em si no mês de dezembro.&lt;br /&gt;Período de dar e receber presentes, de fartura, comidas deliciosas que na maioria das vezes, mamãe só prepara no dia de Natal. E o mais importante de toda a comemoração, o nascimento de Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que trouxe&amp;nbsp;amor&amp;nbsp;e morreu por&amp;nbsp; ele&amp;nbsp; e ao próximo, muiito o que o Natal simboliza: Amor, piedade, compaixão, misericórdia e o sentimento de que um dia teremos um mundo bem melhor, no que diz respeito à miséria, a paz e igualdade espiritual.&lt;br /&gt;Então, nem que seja uma vez ao ano, faça uma boa ação, ajude alguém, seja com o que comer,&amp;nbsp;realizando um&amp;nbsp;sonho ou&amp;nbsp;dizendo uma&amp;nbsp;palavra de carinho ou&amp;nbsp;de conforto.Você vai se sentir importante para alguém, e que somente, você poderia fazer isso por&amp;nbsp;ele (a).&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Assim é o Natal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502654563528106680-7319293344821998129?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/7319293344821998129/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2010/12/entao-e-natal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/7319293344821998129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/7319293344821998129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2010/12/entao-e-natal.html' title='Então, é Natal!!!!'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/TRKNjC_I1yI/AAAAAAAAANE/Vtg5QqbKVhM/s72-c/papael-de-parede-de-natal-presentes-natal.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-6313997915864064961</id><published>2010-10-04T17:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T17:14:29.449-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tempo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nossa..... um tempão que não passo por aqui!!&lt;br /&gt;minha vida está em constante metamorfose,há algum tempo, muita coisa pra escrever ,mas também,&amp;nbsp; pouco tempo para isso!!&lt;br /&gt;Logo, logo, volta ativa!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502654563528106680-6313997915864064961?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/6313997915864064961/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2010/10/nossa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/6313997915864064961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/6313997915864064961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2010/10/nossa.html' title=''/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-2124346668633516028</id><published>2010-05-20T11:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T11:18:53.246-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase do mês!</title><content type='html'>"&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;O importante não é progredir depressa, é não cessar de ir sempre em frente"! (Plutarco)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502654563528106680-2124346668633516028?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/2124346668633516028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2010/05/frase-do-mes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/2124346668633516028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/2124346668633516028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2010/05/frase-do-mes.html' title='Frase do mês!'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-6328257509528849697</id><published>2010-05-05T12:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T11:19:45.177-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 anos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudades'/><title type='text'>In memorian Isaura Tavares, minha velhinha.... 28/04/2010.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/S-GMyFxIJ-I/AAAAAAAAAMw/jeXOqengD7c/s1600/1111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/S-GMyFxIJ-I/AAAAAAAAAMw/jeXOqengD7c/s320/1111.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fez 3 anos e percebo que certas coisas não são menos recordadas com o passar do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Assim como, quando chegava na casa da minha avó e ficava girando-a por ser baixinha.Ou quando dançava com ela, enquanto ela contava suas histórias saudosas do tempo que ainda não era casada, e ia a festas.Ou mesmo aos domingos quando vovó ia almoçar em minha casa e ficava falando, falando e eu doida pra ir tirar uma soneca, mas, ficava lá ouvindo zilhões de histórias de vida dela e de pessoas da nossa família.&lt;br /&gt;E mais ainda, quando em outros domingos eu ia almoçar em sua casa, e ficava beirando as panelas, enquanto minha tia cozinhava, e como ela não gostava que ninguém ficasse beliscando,minha vó sempre dava um jeito de pegar algo para eu comer.Saía &amp;nbsp;muitas vezes com os pedaços queimando na mão e ia escondido me entregar.Como era bom, era uma graça!&lt;br /&gt;Este ano faz 3 anos que a velhinha, como a chamava, se foi...!!&lt;br /&gt;Mas as saudades estarão sempre presentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502654563528106680-6328257509528849697?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/6328257509528849697/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-memorian-isaura-tavares-minha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/6328257509528849697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/6328257509528849697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-memorian-isaura-tavares-minha.html' title='In memorian Isaura Tavares, minha velhinha.... 28/04/2010.'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/S-GMyFxIJ-I/AAAAAAAAAMw/jeXOqengD7c/s72-c/1111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-8392522066809630754</id><published>2010-04-03T20:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T20:54:09.591-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caminhos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='limite'/><title type='text'>Frase do Dia !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/S7fVASvQvSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ilbk2UyIjLk/s200/wallpaperesp023uq1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Se não te esforças ao máximo, como saberás onde está o teu limite?&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/5502654563528106680-8392522066809630754?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/8392522066809630754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2010/04/frase-do-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/8392522066809630754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/8392522066809630754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2010/04/frase-do-dia.html' title='Frase do Dia !'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/S7fVASvQvSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ilbk2UyIjLk/s72-c/wallpaperesp023uq1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-6453796595504104492</id><published>2010-03-01T22:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:16:07.317-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conquistas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relacionamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasia e otimismo'/><title type='text'>Um príncipe em minha vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/S4xk2BddseI/AAAAAAAAAME/71C6UqF_Utk/s1600-h/principe-encantado+(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/S4xk2BddseI/AAAAAAAAAME/71C6UqF_Utk/s320/principe-encantado+(1).jpg" width="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/S4xliYvlYgI/AAAAAAAAAMM/KJGmKt5vA2A/s1600-h/principe-encantado+(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/S4xliYvlYgI/AAAAAAAAAMM/KJGmKt5vA2A/s320/principe-encantado+(1).jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Qual mulher nunca pensou em muitos dos seus sonhos de infanto-juventude e até mesma na sua maturidade com um príncipe encantado.Mas, há as que dizem que eles não existam.Antes não defendia, mas ao&amp;nbsp;assistir&amp;nbsp;o filme que deu nome a esse post.Mudei minha opinião.Pois pude ver uma outra face da moeda.&lt;div&gt;O príncipe encantado que todas nós sonhamos em casar um dia e viver um conto de fadas,não precisa ser igualzinho ao das histórias.E sim, aquela pessoa &amp;nbsp;que te fará feliz.Tanto em simples&amp;nbsp;atitudes,&amp;nbsp;como em experiências e trocas de afetos.Uma pessoa que te complete,que sonhe os seus sonhos junto com você,ou pelo menos os compartilhe,ou mais ainda mescle os dele aos seus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma pessoa que seja tão presente em você, assim como você está nela.Não precisa ser tão perfeito, bom em tudo.Muito menos ter os olhos azuis, a boca vermelha como um morango e um sorriso encantador.Mas sim, olhos que ao olhar pra você a &amp;nbsp;faça esquecer de tudo ao redor, uma boca que você não consiga imaginar deixando de beija-lá.E um sorriso que é só seu, é como é encantador. Mais do que de qualquer outro alguém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que também saiba ser educado, inteligente,divertido, carinhoso,e ser somente seu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E mais que tudo isso, goste de você da forma e como os defeitos que você tem.Assim como&amp;nbsp;você&amp;nbsp;entende os dele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isso é amor.Não relute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este é o seu príncipe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E você saberá disso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então, não deixe seu príncipe passar.Não deixe seu amor passar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninguém é perfeito.Mas que seja perfeito pra você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Viva seu conto de fadas à sua maneira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502654563528106680-6453796595504104492?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/principe-em-minha-vida' title='Um príncipe em minha vida'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/6453796595504104492/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2010/03/um-principe-em-minha-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/6453796595504104492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/6453796595504104492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2010/03/um-principe-em-minha-vida.html' title='Um príncipe em minha vida'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/S4xk2BddseI/AAAAAAAAAME/71C6UqF_Utk/s72-c/principe-encantado+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-6612596872096300162</id><published>2010-02-23T11:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T11:45:18.926-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase do Dia</title><content type='html'>"Ás vezes recebemos aquilo que esperamos, mas que talvez não seja real."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian Weiss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502654563528106680-6612596872096300162?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/6612596872096300162/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2010/02/frase-do-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/6612596872096300162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/6612596872096300162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2010/02/frase-do-dia.html' title='Frase do Dia'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-3434319169761327154</id><published>2010-02-16T00:11:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T00:14:21.932-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorte e experiencias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pessoas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dúvida.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Por Shakespeare: Um dia voce aprende</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; 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font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Depois de algum tempo você aprende a diferença,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;a sutil diferença, entre dar a mão e acorrentar uma alma.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;E você aprende que amar não significa apoiar-se,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;e que companhia nem sempre significa segurança.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;E começa a aprender que beijos não são contratos&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;e presentes não são promessas.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;E começa a aceitar suas derrotas com a cabeça erguida&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;e olhos adiante, com a graça de um adulto&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;e não com a tristeza de uma criança.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;E aprende a construir todas as suas estradas no hoje,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;porque o terreno do amanhã é incerto demais para os planos,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;e o futuro tem o costume de cair em meio ao vão.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Depois de um tempo você aprende que o sol queima&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;se ficar exposto por muito tempo.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;E aprende que não importa o quanto você se importe,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;algumas pessoas simplesmente não se importam…&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;E aceita que não importa quão boa seja uma pessoa,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;ela vai feri-lo de vez em quando e você precisa perdoá-la por isso.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Aprende que falar pode aliviar dores emocionais.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Descobre que se leva anos para se construir confiança&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;e apenas segundos para destruí-la,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;e que você pode fazer coisas em um instante,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;das quais se arrependerá pelo resto da vida.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Aprende que verdadeiras amizades continuam a crescer&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;mesmo a longas distâncias.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;E o que importa não é o que você tem na vida,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;mas quem você é na vida.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;E que bons amigos são a família que nos permitiram escolher.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Aprende que não temos que mudar de amigos&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;se compreendemos que os amigos mudam,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;percebe que seu melhor amigo e você podem fazer qualquer coisa,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;ou nada, e terem bons momentos juntos.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Descobre que as pessoas com quem você mais se importa na vida&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;são tomadas de você muito depressa,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;por isso sempre devemos deixar as pessoas que amamos&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;com palavras amorosas, pode ser a última vez que as vejamos.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Aprende que as circunstâncias e os ambientes tem influência sobre nós, mas nós somos responsáveis por nós mesmos.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Começa a aprender que não se deve comparar com os outros,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;mas com o melhor que você mesmo pode ser.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;descobre que se leva muito tempo para se tornar a pessoa que quer ser, e que o tempo é curto.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Aprende que não importa onde já chegou, mas onde está indo,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;mas se você não sabe para onde está indo,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;qualquer lugar serve.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Aprende que, ou você controla seus atos ou eles o controlarão,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;e que ser flexível não significa ser fraco ou não ter personalidade,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;pois não importa quão delicada e frágil seja uma situação,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;sempre existem dois lados.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Aprende que heróis são pessoas que fizeram o que era necessário fazer,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;enfrentando as conseqüências.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Aprende que paciência requer muita prática.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Descobre que algumas vezes a pessoa que você espera que o chute&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;quando você cai é uma das poucas que o ajudam a levantar-se.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Aprende que maturidade tem mais a ver com os tipos de experiência&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;que se teve e o que você aprendeu com elas&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;do que com quantos aniversários você celebrou.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Aprende que há mais dos seus pais em você do que você supunha.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Aprende que nunca se deve dizer a uma criança que sonhos são bobagens,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;poucas coisas são tão humilhantes e seria uma tragédia&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;se ela acreditasse nisso.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Aprende que quando está com raiva tem o direito de estar com raiva,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;mas isso não lhe dá o direito de ser cruel.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Descobre que só porque alguém não o ama do jeito que você quer&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;que ame, não significa que esse alguém não o ama,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;pois existem pessoas que nos amam,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;mas simplesmente não sabem como demonstrar isso.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Aprende que nem sempre é suficiente ser perdoado por alguém,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;algumas vezes você tem que aprender a perdoar-se a si mesmo.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Aprende que com a mesma severidade com que julga,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;você será em algum momento condenado.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Aprende que não importa em quantos pedaços seu coração foi partido,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;o mundo não pára para que você o conserte.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Aprende que o tempo não é algo que possa voltar para trás.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Portanto,plante seu jardim e decore sua alma,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;ao invés de esperar que alguém lhe traga flores.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;E você aprende que realmente pode suportar…&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;que realmente é forte, e que pode ir muito mais&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;longe depois de pensar que não se pode mais.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;E que realmente a vida tem valor&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;e que você tem valor diante da vida!&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Nossas dúvidas são traidoras e nos fazem perder o bem&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;que poderíamos conquistar, se não fosse o medo de tentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502654563528106680-3434319169761327154?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/3434319169761327154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2010/02/por-shakespeare-um-dia-voce-aprende.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/3434319169761327154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/3434319169761327154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2010/02/por-shakespeare-um-dia-voce-aprende.html' title='Por Shakespeare: Um dia voce aprende'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/S3n-jlnQqwI/AAAAAAAAAL8/7TJgEQx5ZqE/s72-c/oti_recomecar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-18672327687062807</id><published>2010-02-09T22:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:42:11.565-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisões'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonhos e juventude'/><title type='text'>Quem vc é??E onde quer estar??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/S3H_9VTuO_I/AAAAAAAAAL0/8mvQyIueG_o/s1600-h/bebe+a+nadar+sozinho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/S3H_9VTuO_I/AAAAAAAAAL0/8mvQyIueG_o/s320/bebe+a+nadar+sozinho.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;inguém sabe ao certo. Quem é??Ou o que quer ser??Onde quer estar? E ao mesmo com quem??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Decisões, divagações, atitudes e momentos passageiros podem não definir quem somos, mas faz pensarmos em quem queríamos ou poderíamos ser.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O sonho e o determinismo de ser eternamente jovem implicam muito em tudo isso. Mas, somente à frente percebemos o que deveríamos ter feito ou deixado de fazer para que algo pudesse ter sido diferente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E isso afeta, como afeta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Indecisões em tomar uma decisão que acarretará em muitas outras em nossas vidas. É cruel.&amp;nbsp;Às&amp;nbsp;vezes o que poderia ter sido feito, e não foi por algum conselho ou desejo de alguém que é, foi e sempre será importante para você.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas, até que ponto.? Ninguém sabe o que é melhor para vc a não ser vc mesmo, não é?!A condescendência depende de vc, nunca de outro alguém. Pode ser que aquele conselho seja realmente o que é melhor para vc, mas VIVA, para que no futuro vc pare e não pense: Poderia ter sido diferente, se tivesse ouvido somente a mim. Feito oq eu queria fazer, baseado em meus sentimentos, a racionalidade, nem sempre, determina a felicidade de alguém.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nada pior do que um futuro cheio de incertezas se a decisão tomada foi certa, se aquilo realmente o fez feliz, se realmente acrescentou algo em sua vida. Ou, se tudo tivesse sido diferente. Ás vezes a felicidade transpassa os limites de dor, infelicidade, angústia e até mesmo decepções.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A vida está aí para ser vivida, apreciada. E não, que seja cheia de barreiras profissionais, familiares, em círculos de amizade, com amores, filhos e tudo mais aquilo que faz parte da sua vida.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Viva, aprecie, contemple sua vida, é claro, não deixando de lado, sua cultura, educação e costumes, pois eles serão suficientes para guiá-lo na tomada de decisões. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eles sim, sabem quem vc é,e onde quer estar,como quem e porque motivo aquilo lhe faz feliz.Nem sempre o que faz seu pai, sua mãe, amiga, primo ou tia feliz.Fará vc também.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Então pense nisto: e decida quem vc realmente é; ou mesmo quem quer ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502654563528106680-18672327687062807?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/18672327687062807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2010/02/quem-vc-ee-onde-quer-estar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/18672327687062807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/18672327687062807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2010/02/quem-vc-ee-onde-quer-estar.html' title='Quem vc é??E onde quer estar??'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/S3H_9VTuO_I/AAAAAAAAAL0/8mvQyIueG_o/s72-c/bebe+a+nadar+sozinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-9211168315973230867</id><published>2010-01-31T01:30:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T01:42:18.978-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debutante'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quinze anos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>Meus quinze anos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/S2T4Bs0_OVI/AAAAAAAAALs/03Wf75LMr5o/s1600-h/debutante.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/S2T4Bs0_OVI/AAAAAAAAALs/03Wf75LMr5o/s320/debutante.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabo de chegar de uma festa de 15 anos!&lt;br /&gt;E por um momento me deu uma nostalgia que decidi relembrar um momento tão importante na minha, o que também deve ter sido para a garota que hoje &amp;nbsp;completou essa tão linda idade.Apesar de não ter tanto tempo que fiz 15 anos me deu muita saudade .Tempo de alegrias mais duradouras, pois se confundiam com mais esperança do que realidade, muitos amigos, colegas, animação, sonhos e tudo que uma menina-moça tem direito.Uma festa de debutante há de ter&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;alguns símbolos de 15 anos.No meu foi o sapatinho da debutante e o anel.Há de ter outros também que a debutante, em especial, escolhe.&lt;br /&gt;O sapatinho, a mim, se refere como símbolo da longa caminhada que todos temos. Com 15 anos, estamos desabrochando, tentando entender costumes, sonhos, desejos, relacionamentos...aprendendo a viver.&lt;br /&gt;Já o anel significa compromisso com algo, relacionado a si mesmo,o que realmente lhe importa, e que sempre estará fixo no seu presente e no seu futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Meus quinze anos deixaram saudades mas, também a certeza de que foi muito lindo, assim como foi hoje, homenagens, reafirmações de carinho, sonhos e futuras realizações.&lt;br /&gt;E, a esperança que um dia essa menina-moça de hoje continue sempre a mesma, e que talvez um dia seja chamada de outra maneira, menina-mulher, ou mesmo depois; menina-mãe, devida as diversas&amp;nbsp;experiências&amp;nbsp;vividas.Mas, que lá no fundo sempre será: a menina-moça do papai e da mamãe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pH_bpmgTwYc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Clique para ouvir!! Representa bem isso!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #551a8b;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pH_bpmgTwYc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lnNK4Alwbsw&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;E também!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502654563528106680-9211168315973230867?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/9211168315973230867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2010/01/meus-quinze-anos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/9211168315973230867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/9211168315973230867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2010/01/meus-quinze-anos.html' title='Meus quinze anos!'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/S2T4Bs0_OVI/AAAAAAAAALs/03Wf75LMr5o/s72-c/debutante.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-4060964081585161322</id><published>2010-01-29T19:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T19:51:19.965-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Com vontadee de assistir!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/S2NT9tgWHuI/AAAAAAAAALc/rabhrYvH8gE/s1600-h/saladacultural_com_br-idas-e-vindas-do-amor-cartaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/S2NT9tgWHuI/AAAAAAAAALc/rabhrYvH8gE/s320/saladacultural_com_br-idas-e-vindas-do-amor-cartaz.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Esse filme me deixou curiosa e muito ansiosa para assistir.Apesar de já terem lançado centenas de outros com a mesma história. Esse acho que vai revolucionar! De cara já se nota o&amp;nbsp;extraordinário&amp;nbsp;elenco, só os top dos top.Idas e vindas como ficou na triste tradução de &lt;a href="http://www.cinepop.com.br/filmes/idasevindasdoamor.php"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/a&gt;, gira em torno de dez casais que vivem em Los Angeles e o que acontece no dia dos namorados de cada um deles.E ainda adorei a música do filme&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EnuW4PZ0r-A"&gt;I got feeling&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Basta esperar e conferir.!!!&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/5502654563528106680-4060964081585161322?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/4060964081585161322/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2010/01/com-vontadee-de-assistir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/4060964081585161322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/4060964081585161322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2010/01/com-vontadee-de-assistir.html' title='Com vontadee de assistir!!!'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/S2NT9tgWHuI/AAAAAAAAALc/rabhrYvH8gE/s72-c/saladacultural_com_br-idas-e-vindas-do-amor-cartaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-2520703459100264337</id><published>2010-01-02T20:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T20:55:12.989-02:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sz_Oxu9gefI/AAAAAAAAALM/kwa9_sAUjMU/s1600-h/renascer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sz_Oxu9gefI/AAAAAAAAALM/kwa9_sAUjMU/s320/renascer.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primeira postagem do ano, e eu nem sei o que escrever!!&lt;br /&gt;Ando meio chateada com algumas coisas e baseada nisso a vontade de escrever está cada vez mais além.&lt;br /&gt;O desejo que fica neste post é que 2010 seja diferente, na verdade todos são, mas que neste , há mais coisas boas, do que decepções, mais certezas sobre o que é certo, é mais convicções ao tomar decisões sobre os erros. E o que todos sempre querem:saúde, paz, properidade e dinheiro, é claro.&lt;br /&gt;Que 2010 seja cheio de realizações profissionais a mim( estou precisando!)&lt;br /&gt;E no mais muuuiitaa felicidade!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502654563528106680-2520703459100264337?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/2520703459100264337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/2520703459100264337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/2520703459100264337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010 !'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sz_Oxu9gefI/AAAAAAAAALM/kwa9_sAUjMU/s72-c/renascer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-1810181968778367110</id><published>2009-12-17T11:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T11:24:46.914-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Se preciso for!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Syown314nlI/AAAAAAAAALE/Un8beVru__M/s1600-h/ok.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Syown314nlI/AAAAAAAAALE/Un8beVru__M/s320/ok.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;" Não se acostume com o que não o faz feliz, revolte-se quando julgar necessário. Se achar que precisa voltar, volte! Se perceber que precisa seguir, siga! Se estiver tudo errado, comece novamente. Se sentir saudades, mate-a."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&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/5502654563528106680-1810181968778367110?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/1810181968778367110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/12/se-preciso-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/1810181968778367110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/1810181968778367110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/12/se-preciso-for.html' title='Se preciso for!!!'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Syown314nlI/AAAAAAAAALE/Un8beVru__M/s72-c/ok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-1198925377098447877</id><published>2009-12-08T18:34:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T17:32:05.160-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hipocrisia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamentos'/><title type='text'>Fico feliz, se vc estiver feliz!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sx667aOrMbI/AAAAAAAAAK8/VMPfNikE7ew/s1600-h/meninacorda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sx667aOrMbI/AAAAAAAAAK8/VMPfNikE7ew/s320/meninacorda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/g/images/spaceball.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Parece um clichê, mas ao ouvi-la dias atrás fiquei imaginando se existiria um sentimento sincero vindo da pessoa que estaria falando, ou se seria somente por falar. Se realmente era de coração.Muitas vezes quem gostamos ou aqueles que dizem que nos querem bem, são hipócritas.Eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;mesmo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;poderia ser.Mas nunca seria a tal ponto.Ao menos nunca precisei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quando digo algo podem ter certeza que é o que realmente penso, acho hipocrisia ser hipócrita, para quê!?O que vc pensa ou deixa de pensar diz respeito a vc, ninguém precisa achar certo ou concordar,somente vc, é o que pensa, e pronto.Por isso, somo diferentes, cada um com sua personalidade e pontos de vista que se baseiam em inúmeros fatores.Sou o que sou e dizer algo que não penso não muda isso. E talvez até agrave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Então vc que disse isso, na próxima vez, se não for de coração pense milhares de vezes antes de falar.Porque essas palavras podem estar alimentando uma situação que não existe para consigo ou para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;a pessoa que pretende atingir.Pense nisso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Será que vale a pena. Creio que não! Vc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;crê?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/5502654563528106680-1198925377098447877?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/1198925377098447877/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/12/fico-feliz-se-vc-estiver-feliz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/1198925377098447877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/1198925377098447877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/12/fico-feliz-se-vc-estiver-feliz.html' title='Fico feliz, se vc estiver feliz!!!'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sx667aOrMbI/AAAAAAAAAK8/VMPfNikE7ew/s72-c/meninacorda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-7855653973077839896</id><published>2009-12-02T11:07:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T11:07:48.034-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sem muita inspiração ultimamente!!! 8 )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502654563528106680-7855653973077839896?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/7855653973077839896/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/12/sem-muita-inspiracao-ultimamente-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/7855653973077839896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/7855653973077839896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/12/sem-muita-inspiracao-ultimamente-8.html' title=''/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-3737308712818165058</id><published>2009-12-02T11:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T11:07:01.403-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxZmUsUU3UI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/vbgsQjd8edU/s1600-h/saudade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxZmUsUU3UI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/vbgsQjd8edU/s400/saudade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;A vida é o dever que nós trouxemos para fazer em casa.&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, já são seis horas!&lt;br /&gt;Quando de vê, já é sexta-feira!&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, já é natal...&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, já terminou o ano...&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê perdemos o amor da nossa vida.&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê passaram 50 anos!&lt;br /&gt;Agora é tarde demais para ser reprovado...&lt;br /&gt;Se me fosse dado um dia, outra oportunidade, eu nem olhava o relógio.&lt;br /&gt;Seguiria sempre em frente e iria jogando pelo caminho a casca dourada e inútil das horas...&lt;br /&gt;Seguraria o amor que está a minha frente e diria que eu o amo...&lt;br /&gt;E tem mais: não deixe de fazer algo de que gosta devido à falta de tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe de ter pessoas ao seu lado por puro medo de ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;A única falta que terá será a desse tempo que, infelizmente, nunca mais voltará.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Mário Quintana&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" 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/5502654563528106680-3737308712818165058?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/3737308712818165058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/12/tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/3737308712818165058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/3737308712818165058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/12/tempo.html' title='Tempo'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxZmUsUU3UI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/vbgsQjd8edU/s72-c/saudade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-6629872871969518</id><published>2009-11-28T23:48:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T18:48:29.724-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vidaaa'/><title type='text'>Smile....Charles Chaplin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sorria, embora seu coração esteja doendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #632035;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #632035;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #632035; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sorria, mesmo que ele esteja partido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando há nuvens no céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Você sobreviverá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se você apenas sorri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Com seu medo e tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sorria e talvez amanhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Você descobrirá que a vida ainda vale a pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se você apenas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ilumine sua face com alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Esconda todo rastro de tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Embora uma lágrima possa estar tão próxima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Este é o momento que você tem que continuar tentando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sorria, pra que serve o choro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Você descobrirá que a vida ainda vale a pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se você apenas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se você sorri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Com seu medo e tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sorriso e talvez amanhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Você descobrirá que a vida ainda vale a pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se você apenas Sorrir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Este é o momento que você tem que continuar tentando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sorria, pra que serve o choro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Você descobrirá que a vida ainda vale a pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se você apenas Sorri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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/5502654563528106680-6629872871969518?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/6629872871969518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/11/smilecharles-chaplin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/6629872871969518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/6629872871969518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/11/smilecharles-chaplin.html' title='Smile....Charles Chaplin'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-1459087063027897590</id><published>2009-11-26T20:18:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T20:22:36.352-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aprendizado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aniversario'/><title type='text'>Hoje é o meu DIA!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sw7-lnpBMEI/AAAAAAAAAJs/IgeyHyI_5fU/s1600/orkut-hi5-myspace-aniversario-parabens_(9).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sw7-lnpBMEI/AAAAAAAAAJs/IgeyHyI_5fU/s320/orkut-hi5-myspace-aniversario-parabens_(9).jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mais um ano se passou, e com ele, alegrias, tristezas, vitórias e derrotas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, acima de tudo veio a&amp;nbsp;experiência&amp;nbsp;de tudo que aconteceu...&lt;br /&gt;E a certeza, que no ano que vem terei mais coisas boas a&amp;nbsp;acrescentar,&amp;nbsp;e outra não tão boas, mas, que me fizerem cair e saber a alegria de me levantar, e aproveitar o que há de melhor : A MINHA VIDA!&lt;br /&gt;Esse verso que uma amiga me enviou retrata bem tudo ISSO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sw7-soKwEQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/bN__Mz5SJtI/s1600/bolo-aniversario-color.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sw7-soKwEQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/bN__Mz5SJtI/s320/bolo-aniversario-color.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que posso te desejar hoje?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que as verdadeiras amizades...continuem.&lt;br /&gt;Que as&amp;nbsp;lágrimas&amp;nbsp;sejam poucas...e compartilhadas.&lt;br /&gt;Que as alegrias estejam sempre presentes...e sejam festejadas por todos.&lt;br /&gt;Que o carinho esteja presente...em um simples Olá.&lt;br /&gt;Que seu Coração esteja aberto para...novas amizades, novos amores e novas conquistas.&lt;br /&gt;Que Deus esteja sempre com sua mão estendida apontando...o caminho certo.&lt;br /&gt;Que Tudo que sonhares se&amp;nbsp;transforme...em realidade.&lt;br /&gt;Que sua jornada esteja repleta...de flores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste dia mais do que nunca, desejo a vc &amp;nbsp;tudo o que há de melhor no universo.!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502654563528106680-1459087063027897590?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/1459087063027897590/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/11/hoje-e-o-meu-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/1459087063027897590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/1459087063027897590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/11/hoje-e-o-meu-dia.html' title='Hoje é o meu DIA!!!!'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sw7-lnpBMEI/AAAAAAAAAJs/IgeyHyI_5fU/s72-c/orkut-hi5-myspace-aniversario-parabens_(9).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-7485599491118624510</id><published>2009-11-18T22:39:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T12:44:13.942-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonhos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conformismo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='espera'/><title type='text'>Boomerang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SwSZR-ul1aI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dSDV0mKxl_c/s1600/esperando+na+janela.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SwSZR-ul1aI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dSDV0mKxl_c/s320/esperando+na+janela.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero amores que se amem mais.Que gostos cruzem, e se descruzem com menor intensidade.Quero um doce amor.Sempre ao meu lado.Que aqueça meus pés de madrugada.E, que acalente meus sonhos em seus braços.Amor Amor, importa.&lt;br /&gt;Quero &amp;nbsp;um sentimento inteiro.Que sinta que assim seja, &lt;i&gt;together&lt;/i&gt;. Sonhos e desejos não bastam.Quero olhar nos seus olhos e ver como são sinceros.Certeza, sim.&lt;br /&gt;Quero vê-lo não somente da janela.Mas, diante dos meus olhos e mais perto ainda do coração.Seria bom.E assim seria também a você.&lt;br /&gt;Quero passear de mãos dadas, só nós, e mais ninguém.Nada atrapalharia.Assim, não quebraria.Porque iria?Impossível.Pois o olhar e desejo seriam tão intensos que jamais permitiriam.&lt;br /&gt;Juntos.Sempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502654563528106680-7485599491118624510?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/7485599491118624510/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/11/boomerang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/7485599491118624510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/7485599491118624510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/11/boomerang.html' title='Boomerang'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SwSZR-ul1aI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dSDV0mKxl_c/s72-c/esperando+na+janela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-8643868336671662546</id><published>2009-11-12T18:44:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T18:46:44.520-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Filme: Encontro com o acaso..!!</title><content type='html'>Ontem, assisti a um filme o qual Adoreiiiiiii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conta sobre um casal que se conhece, e depois de algum tempo se reencontram. É perfeito..E condiz muito com meu estado de&amp;nbsp;espírito&amp;nbsp;atual.! Para quem gosta de romances, vale a pena conferir!!E, além de tudo, adoreiiii o ator..Quem tiver curiosidade dá uma olhadinha noYou Tube.Algumas músicas da trilha sonora do filme:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=avlhlxz2vxg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=avlhlxz2vxg&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;e&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=avlhlxz2vxg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=avlhlxz2vxg&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindooooo, Steven Strait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SvxxT1_ZJ5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/EEoGohYPTSc/s1600-h/steven.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SvxxT1_ZJ5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/EEoGohYPTSc/s320/steven.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SvxxeB8QEOI/AAAAAAAAAJU/hbVjiMacKj0/s1600-h/steven+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SvxxeB8QEOI/AAAAAAAAAJU/hbVjiMacKj0/s320/steven+2.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Fotos:internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: momento adolescente....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas,cá entre nós. Era o homem que mamãe queria pra genro..!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &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/5502654563528106680-8643868336671662546?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/8643868336671662546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/11/filme-encontro-com-o-acaso.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/8643868336671662546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/8643868336671662546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/11/filme-encontro-com-o-acaso.html' title='Filme: Encontro com o acaso..!!'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SvxxT1_ZJ5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/EEoGohYPTSc/s72-c/steven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-7614557678879508980</id><published>2009-11-10T18:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T18:21:27.516-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O que não muda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SvnKpANBJJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DqRb6j5bdhY/s1600-h/cao-e-gato.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SvnKpANBJJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DqRb6j5bdhY/s400/cao-e-gato.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Supreeendo- me com sensações, novidades, pressentimentos e a realidade. O que é próprio e essencial em minha vida. Não por necessidade, mas sim por afeição. Coisas que jamais serão esquecidas por mais que ainda não tenham tanto fundamento como antes. Mas um dia aconteceu e por mais que as coisas mudem e o mundo gire sempre serão do mesmo jeito. E como afeta. Ainda afeta. Como aquele espaço enorme que ainda há no ínfimo dos sentimentos mais profundos e guardados. Que talvez não valham mais a pena serem demonstrados, pois nada adiantarão. Assim seja. Não que seja uma vontade própria, no entanto, foi a que me propuseram. Ainda que precise de novo, a saudade não mato, mas ela, sim. A lucidez é o melhor apego e a realidade também. Motivos, sentidos, planos e futuros tomaram seu maior desvio e assim mudou tudo. Lá no fundo sabia que um dia isso aconteceria, não sei explicar por que. Aconteceu e ainda não sei por quê. Entregaria tudo a ti, mas depois de certo tempo cabe ver e aceitar que nunca será como antes. Mesmo que o amor não tenha acabado, muitas outras coisas essenciais, sim!E isso, faz toda a diferença. Sim, infelizmente faz!E nada pode mudar isso. Então quem seria eu. E você?! O que tem que ser, sempre será!&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/5502654563528106680-7614557678879508980?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/7614557678879508980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-que-nao-muda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/7614557678879508980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/7614557678879508980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-que-nao-muda.html' title='O que não muda'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SvnKpANBJJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DqRb6j5bdhY/s72-c/cao-e-gato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-3336482660452554103</id><published>2009-11-07T22:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T22:50:14.163-02:00</updated><title type='text'>De Encontro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SvYVGuXvioI/AAAAAAAAAHU/BMfoVh89x24/s1600-h/Linda+foto-thumb-thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SvYVGuXvioI/AAAAAAAAAHU/BMfoVh89x24/s320/Linda+foto-thumb-thumb.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foto:Google&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tanta mentira&lt;br /&gt;tanta verdade&lt;br /&gt;tanta vontade&lt;br /&gt;tanto sentimento camuflado&lt;br /&gt;tanto engano lamentado&lt;br /&gt;tanta vaidade&lt;br /&gt;tanta curiosidade&lt;br /&gt;tanto escuro na claridade&lt;br /&gt;tanto medo guardado&lt;br /&gt;tanto grito calado&lt;br /&gt;tanto amor&lt;br /&gt;tanta guerra&lt;br /&gt;tanto homem sem terra&lt;br /&gt;tanta terra&lt;br /&gt;tanta risada&lt;br /&gt;tanta pancada&lt;br /&gt;tanta ferida escondida&lt;br /&gt;por trás da cortina dos olhos&lt;br /&gt;tantos olhos que não olham&lt;br /&gt;tanta procura&lt;br /&gt;tanta doçura&lt;br /&gt;tanto encontro&lt;br /&gt;tanto confronto&lt;br /&gt;tanto beijo&lt;br /&gt;tanto desejo&lt;br /&gt;tanta bondade&lt;br /&gt;tanta maldade&lt;br /&gt;tanta lágrima que rola&lt;br /&gt;tanto sorriso que aflora&lt;br /&gt;tanta chegada&lt;br /&gt;tanta partida&lt;br /&gt;Assim é a vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;Margareth Cendron&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/5502654563528106680-3336482660452554103?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/3336482660452554103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/11/de-encontro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/3336482660452554103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/3336482660452554103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/11/de-encontro.html' title='De Encontro'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SvYVGuXvioI/AAAAAAAAAHU/BMfoVh89x24/s72-c/Linda+foto-thumb-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-3853752514343616341</id><published>2009-11-04T18:40:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:14:27.498-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mudança'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dúvida.'/><title type='text'>Sim, já deu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SvHlqu1NMqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1hMDwDGZ1_0/s1600-h/saudade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SvHlqu1NMqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1hMDwDGZ1_0/s320/saudade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não sei se é certo pra você&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas por aqui já deu pra ver&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mesmo espalhados ao redor&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Meus passos seguem um rumo só.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E num hotel lá no Japão&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vi o amor vencer o tédio&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por isso a hora é de vibrar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mais um romance tem remédio&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não deixe idéia de não ou talvez&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que talvez atrapalha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não deixe idéia de não ou talvez&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que talvez atrapalha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O amor é um descanso&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando a gente quer ir lá&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não há perigo no mundo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que te impeça de chegar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Caminhando sem receio&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vou brincar no seu jardim&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;De virada desço o queixo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E rio amarelo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Agora é hora de vibrar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mais um romance tem remédio&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vou viajar lá longe tem&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O coração de mais alguém.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mais alguém&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Roberta Sá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/5502654563528106680-3853752514343616341?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/3853752514343616341/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/11/sim-ja-deu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/3853752514343616341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/3853752514343616341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/11/sim-ja-deu.html' title='Sim, já deu!'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SvHlqu1NMqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1hMDwDGZ1_0/s72-c/saudade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-4964750415201782794</id><published>2009-10-28T19:28:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T18:52:51.046-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morte'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O começo termina no fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ou seria o recomeço de tudo no fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pergunto-me o que é certo e o que é errado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Talvez essas afirmações tenham cada uma do seu ponto de vista sua explicação coerente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas, sempre as pessoas têm a mesma reação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ao perder um ente querido, amigo, amante ou até mesmo aquela pessoa em que somente já se ouviu falar. Assim como um artista de TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Um sentimento inexplicável. Que se mistura tristeza, solidão, perda e a certeza de momentos que nunca, jamais se repetirão com àquela pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sempre é assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Talvez, porque de poucas coisas inexplicáveis pelo homem a morte seja uma delas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fica a sensação de algo inacabado, pois o que não pode ser explicado pode ser que não tenha tido fim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Poderia ser apenas o recomeço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ou o fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&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/5502654563528106680-4964750415201782794?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/4964750415201782794/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-comeco-termina-no-fim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/4964750415201782794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/4964750415201782794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-comeco-termina-no-fim.html' title=''/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-351467734948155222</id><published>2009-10-27T11:26:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:15:27.189-02:00</updated><title type='text'>No caminho do sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sub0gVuTbjI/AAAAAAAAAGo/d7ioUH_hg5U/s1600-h/BXK20759_sob-o-sol-de-outono800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sub0gVuTbjI/AAAAAAAAAGo/d7ioUH_hg5U/s320/BXK20759_sob-o-sol-de-outono800.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Arrastou o meu amor e mudou a minha vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;O pensamento leva a ti. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mas pude ver o que não via antes. Amando-te não veria jamais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;O tempo te levou de mim. Porque culpá-lo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Talvez não tenha sido somente ele. Não devia lembrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Imagino como seria se não tivessem acontecido tantas coisas. Comigo e com você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Em outras situações e circunstâncias seria diferente. E se alguma outra coisa levasse ao mesmo desfecho. Não importa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;O que importa foi que aconteceu, Valeu à pena. Sim, valeu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sentirei e sinto falta de tudo. Mas do que valeria se não tivesse deixado pegadas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Vontade de beijar. De abraçar. De apenas conversar. Vontade de voltar o tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A ausência acalenta a minha esperança de que talvez um dia nossos destinos voltem a se cruzarem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mas agora o tempo passou. E, somente basta esperar outro amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Afinal, chegou ao fim... resta aceitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/5502654563528106680-351467734948155222?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/351467734948155222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/10/ao-caminho-do-sol-arrastou-o-meu-amor-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/351467734948155222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/351467734948155222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/10/ao-caminho-do-sol-arrastou-o-meu-amor-e.html' title='No caminho do sol'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sub0gVuTbjI/AAAAAAAAAGo/d7ioUH_hg5U/s72-c/BXK20759_sob-o-sol-de-outono800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-9148760159325360085</id><published>2009-10-21T21:21:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:16:02.830-02:00</updated><title type='text'>twitter na cabeça</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/St-WsN2BMxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/EwOGXkgtWj0/s1600-h/Twitter+01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/St-WsN2BMxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/EwOGXkgtWj0/s320/Twitter+01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;N&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;os&amp;nbsp;próximos&amp;nbsp;meses a Google vai incorporar os posts do Twitter em tempo real as buscas do site.Legal. Sinal que a interatividade não serve somente como passatempo de quem não tem o que fazer,não defendendo o Twitter porque de certa for até é (rsrs), mas muitas vezes têm outras finalidades.O twitter superou o tão acessado Orkut. Pois soube vincular&amp;nbsp;ferramentas desse e do Msn.Tanto que até o Google aderiu a velocidade de informações de Twitter..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Viva a informação!&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/5502654563528106680-9148760159325360085?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/9148760159325360085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/10/twitter-na-cabeca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/9148760159325360085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/9148760159325360085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/10/twitter-na-cabeca.html' title='twitter na cabeça'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/St-WsN2BMxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/EwOGXkgtWj0/s72-c/Twitter+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-4488330991953645580</id><published>2009-10-16T23:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:42:29.076-02:00</updated><title type='text'>De volta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Stkoo9kaFLI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/uImvv9U96F8/s1600-h/4508848.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Stkoo9kaFLI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/uImvv9U96F8/s200/4508848.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Vida de volta ao normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Ao menos um normal que eu adoro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Sendo eu mesma,aliás, importando menos com os outros e mais comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Coisas legais aconteceram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Falas, atos, mudanças..legal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Só falta uma coisinha, mas essa logo acontece!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Espero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Quando acontecer, conto para vocês!!!&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/5502654563528106680-4488330991953645580?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/4488330991953645580/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/10/vida-de-volta-ao-normal-ao-menos-um.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/4488330991953645580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/4488330991953645580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/10/vida-de-volta-ao-normal-ao-menos-um.html' title='De volta...'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Stkoo9kaFLI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/uImvv9U96F8/s72-c/4508848.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-4088893977876975149</id><published>2009-10-07T15:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T15:59:38.429-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para vocÊ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. A vida não é justa, mas ainda é boa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. Quando estiver em dúvida, apenas dê o próximo pequeno passo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3 A vida é muito curta para perdermos tempo odiando alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. Seu trabalho não vai cuidar de você quando você adoecer. Seus amigos e seus pais vão. Mantenha contato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5. Pague suas faturas de cartão de crédito todo mês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;6. Você não tem que vencer todo argumento. Concorde para discordar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;7. Chore com alguém. É mais curador do que chorar sozinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;8. Está tudo bem em ficar bravo com Deus. Ele aguenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;9. Poupe para aposentadoria começando com seu primeiro salário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;10. Quando se trata de chocolate, resistência é em vão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;11. Sele a paz com seu passado para que ele não estrague seu presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;12. Está tudo bem em seus filhos te verem chorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;13. Não compare sua vida com a dos outros. Você não tem ideia do que se trata a jornada deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;14. Se um relacionamento tem que ser um segredo, você não deveria estar nele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;15 Tudo pode mudar num piscar de olhos; mas não se preocupe, Deus nunca pisca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;16. Respire bem fundo. Isso acalma a mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;17. Se desfaça de tudo que não é útil, bonito e prazeiroso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;18. O que não te mata, realmente te torna mais forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;19. Nunca é tarde demais para se ter uma infância feliz. Mas a segunda só depende de você e mais ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;20. Quando se trata de ir atrás do que você ama na vida, não aceite não como resposta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;21. Acenda velas, coloque os lençóis bonitos, use a lingerie elegante. Não guarde para uma ocasião especial. Hoje é especial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;22. Se prepare bastante, depois deixe-se levar pela maré.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;23. Seja excêntrico agora, não espere ficar velho para usar roxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;24. O órgão sexual mais importante é o cérebro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;25. Ninguém é responsável pela sua felicidade além de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;26. Encare cada "chamado" desastre com essas palavras: Em cinco anos, vai importar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;27. Sempre escolha a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;28. Perdoe tudo de todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;29. O que outras pessoas pensam de você não é da sua conta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;30. O tempo cura quase tudo. Dê tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;31. Indepedentemente se a situação é boa ou ruim, irá mudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;32. Não se leve tão à sério. Ninguém mais leva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;33. Acredite em milagres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;34. Deus te ama por causa de quem Deus é, não pelo o que você fez ou deixou de fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;35. Não faça auditoria de sua vida. Apareça e faça o melhor dela agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;36. Envelhecer é melhor do que a alternativa: morrer jovem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;37. Seus filhos só têm uma infância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;38. Tudo o que realmente importa no final é que você amou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;39. Vá para a rua todo dia. Milagres estão esperando em todos os lugares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;40. Se todos jogassemos nossos problemas em uma pilha e víssemos os de todo mundo, pegaríamos os nossos de volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;41. Inveja é perda de tempo. Você já tem tudo o que precisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;42. O melhor está por vir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;43. Não importa como você se sinta, levante, se vista e apareça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;44. Produza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;45. A vida não vem embrulhada em um laço, mas ainda é um presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Regina Brett.&lt;/span&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/5502654563528106680-4088893977876975149?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/4088893977876975149/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/10/para-voce.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/4088893977876975149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/4088893977876975149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/10/para-voce.html' title='Para vocÊ'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-8844412046946173525</id><published>2009-10-04T10:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T10:46:04.425-03:00</updated><title type='text'>By:Lara</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ontem a noite me peguei fazendo algo que nunca fiz antes. Ao deitar-me fiquei pensando nos meus sentimentos e  me senti  muito bem.E engraçado que estava tentando descrever sensações para postar neste blog.Legal.Pensando como jornalista..hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ultimamente estava meio melancólica, mas passou.A vida é assim. Estava decepcionada com algumas coisa que andaram e ainda andam acontecendo em minha vida.Mas, é a lei do mundo.Nem sempre tudo é como imaginamos.Por isso amadurecemos e crescemos em cima de tudo isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E apesar de estar chateada com o rumo da coisas, me sinto bem melhor.Acho que aliviada, em paz comigo.Meu ego está  bem.E como diz a canção de Gonzaguinha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Viver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E não ter a vergonha de ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cantar e cantar e cantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A beleza de ser um eterno aprendiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ah, meu Deus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A vida devia ser bem melhor e será&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas isso não impede que eu repita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É bonita, é bonita e é bonita......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Isso só depende dos olhos de quem vê, ou seja, de vocÊ!!!!&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/5502654563528106680-8844412046946173525?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/8844412046946173525/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/10/bylara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/8844412046946173525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/8844412046946173525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/10/bylara.html' title='By:Lara'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-7196202801120998420</id><published>2009-10-02T11:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T11:29:00.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Brasil nas olímpiadas??</title><content type='html'>Hoje, até o resultado da cidade que vai sediar os jogos olímpicos de 2016 as emissoras de tv e veículos de comunicação estarão frenéticos...&lt;div&gt;Vai lá Brasil!!!!!Será desta vez??!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seria uma grande incentivo ao país, econômico, cultural e educativo, o esporte faz isso.E seria também a chance do país mostrar que é está rumo as grandes potências.Você já viu os países que já sediaram este evento!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Dale Brasil!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502654563528106680-7196202801120998420?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/7196202801120998420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/10/brasil-nas-olimpiadas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/7196202801120998420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/7196202801120998420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/10/brasil-nas-olimpiadas.html' title='Brasil nas olímpiadas??'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-5523826942146728331</id><published>2009-10-01T21:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T10:35:00.361-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...No meu pensamento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Não sei porque você se foi&lt;br /&gt;Quantas saudades eu senti&lt;br /&gt;E de tristezas vou viver&lt;br /&gt;E aquele adeus não pude dar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Você marcou em minha vidaViveu, morreu&lt;br /&gt;Na minha história&lt;br /&gt;Chego a ter medo do futuro&lt;br /&gt;E da solidão&lt;br /&gt;Que em minha porta bate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;e eu gostava tanto de vc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;e ainda gosto!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Eu corro, fujo desta sombra&lt;br /&gt;Em sonho vejo este passado&lt;br /&gt;E na parede do meu quarto&lt;br /&gt;Ainda está o seu retrato&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ver prá não lembrar&lt;br /&gt;Pensei até em me mudar&lt;br /&gt;Lugar qualquer que não exista&lt;br /&gt;O pensamento em você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Compositor:E.Trindade&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/5502654563528106680-5523826942146728331?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/5523826942146728331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/5523826942146728331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/5523826942146728331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='...No meu pensamento...'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-4874037060785437469</id><published>2009-09-29T11:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T12:02:23.943-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivendo no ócio</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;É impressão minha ou a velocidade da órbita terrestre aumentou consideravelmente??!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; Parece....&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As semanas estão passando voando, logo será meu aniversário(espero que seja melhor que do ano passado) e mais rápido ainda o natal!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No entanto, minha vida está estagnada, palavra triste, mas que se insere bem no meu contexto,desde a formatura, exceto pela pós, vivo em uma triste rotina! A de não fazer nada....&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Emprego, serviço, seja lá o que for, está difícil na minha profissão.Está quase virando uma utopia, exagero, não..que isso!!! Oito meses e nada!!! E não é por fata de interesse,hein!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Basta a mim, por enquanto, estudar pelo menos. Ficar parada é pior ainda...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;É bom ter ao menos expectativas, vai que passo em um concurso, como por exemplo, da receita federal que abriu edital agora. Já pensou $$ 13.000 por mês...&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/5502654563528106680-4874037060785437469?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/4874037060785437469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/09/vivendo-no-ocio.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/4874037060785437469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/4874037060785437469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/09/vivendo-no-ocio.html' title='Vivendo no ócio'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-8578234303862442714</id><published>2009-09-24T20:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T20:43:51.187-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; 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; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Ando devagar porque já tive pressa&lt;br /&gt;Levo esse sorriso porque já chorei demais&lt;br /&gt;Hoje me sinto mais forte, mais feliz quem sabe&lt;br /&gt;Só levo a certeza de que muito pouco eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Eu nada sei&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;Conhecer as manhas e as manhãs,&lt;br /&gt;O sabor das massas e das maçãs,&lt;br /&gt;É preciso amor pra poder pulsar,&lt;br /&gt;É preciso paz pra poder sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;É preciso a chuva para florir&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;Penso que cumprir a vida seja simplesmente&lt;br /&gt;Compreender a marcha e ir tocando em frente&lt;br /&gt;Como um velho boiadeiro levando a boiada&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou tocando os dias pela longa estrada eu vou&lt;br /&gt;Estrada eu sou&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;Conhecer as manhas e as manhãs,&lt;br /&gt;O sabor das massas e das maçãs,&lt;br /&gt;É preciso amor pra poder pulsar,&lt;br /&gt;É preciso paz pra poder sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;É preciso a chuva para florir&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;Todo mundo ama um dia.&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo chora&lt;br /&gt;Um dia a gente chega&lt;br /&gt;e no outro vai embora&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;Cada um de nós compõe a sua história&lt;br /&gt;Cada ser em si carrega o dom de ser capaz&lt;br /&gt;De ser feliz&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;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;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;por hoje é só!!!!&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/5502654563528106680-8578234303862442714?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/8578234303862442714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/09/ando-devagar-porque-ja-tive-pressa-levo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/8578234303862442714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/8578234303862442714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/09/ando-devagar-porque-ja-tive-pressa-levo.html' title=''/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-7943521919145872228</id><published>2009-09-21T22:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T21:43:37.774-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Viver!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;Como é bom fazer algo que realmente se gosta!!!hummmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou eu aqui pela milésima vez assistindo meus episódios do seriado americano THE O.C.&lt;br /&gt;Pode parecer uma bobeira, mas eu consigo tirar certos ensinamentos, na verdade, diria lições de vida.Terminei de assistir o último episódio do seriado que para mim resume  as quatro temporadas da serie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida, vive, acontece, esquece, mas sempre volta ao ponto de partida. Não adianta tentarmos fazer de um modo diferente ou pensar que poderia ter sido diferente aqui ou ali, ele foi e sempre será da maneira que tinha de ser, acontecer, como ser vivida. Tudo se encaixa no seu lugar, não depende de hora, dia, ano, reação, ação ou atitudes tomadas ou mesmo remediadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da  maneira que tem que ser( meio jargão, mas é assim!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E isso faz a vida tão indescritível, impressionante e milhares de adjetivos não explicariam o que ela pinta, mas vc entendeu!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acredite, a vida conhece melhor do que vc a si mesmo e o mundo merece conhecer  cada pessoa que habita nele, inclusive, eu e vc.Nunca desista de seus sonhos, por mais que pareçam inalcançáveis,pois se no fim, não der certo, era apenas uma sonho.&lt;br /&gt;Do que vale a vida senão sonharmos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Importante e descobrirmos sozinhos o que queremos, bem lá  no fundo não podemos  saber, mas, um dia o destino se manifesta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que realmente importa são as pessoas que fazem parte da  sua vida, não aquela que faz por fazer mas,mas sim , aquelas que vc escolheu !!!!&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/5502654563528106680-7943521919145872228?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/7943521919145872228/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/09/hummhummmhummmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/7943521919145872228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/7943521919145872228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/09/hummhummmhummmm.html' title='Viver!!!'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-2347042904953240804</id><published>2009-09-15T16:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:59:24.470-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo passa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Porque o amor dói??? milhares de pessoas já devem ter perguntado isso. Além de doer ainda é burro..Apesar de ver,e pior ainda sentir, continua insistindo em algo que não está dando certo, mas poderia se a outra parte contribuísse, não é mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Pensei que estivesse encontrado minha cara metade, não literalmente parecido comigo, mas uma pessoa que me fazia sentir bem com o seu jeito de ser e sua companhia..Mas parece que  o que é bom não dura muito!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;E por que as paixões são avassaladoras deixam marcas que nunca serão esquecidas, mesmo como dizem, depois quando já estiver outro amor, penso que haverá sempre Aquele que você nunca irá esquecer.....todo mundo tem uma ex amor assim..Poderia ter sido para sempre??!!!  Mas você não deixou!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Mas tudo passa, como disse Fernando Pessoa," o mito é nada que é tudo".A esperança continua, ou essa fase se resolverá como uma reconciliação ou um dia lá no futuro perceberei que foi uma pessoa, um sentimento que passou... pronto passou...doeu, mas passou.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;E meu amadurecimento está aí , a cada dia passando por uma prova de fogo......&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/5502654563528106680-2347042904953240804?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/2347042904953240804/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/09/tudo-passa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/2347042904953240804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/2347042904953240804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/09/tudo-passa.html' title='Tudo passa'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-3884077959446599097</id><published>2009-09-13T15:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T15:40:56.567-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Brasil brasileiro</title><content type='html'>O Brasil está passando  novamente pelos mesmos incidentes ocorridos no mesmo período do ano passado e que pelo que  parece sempre virará notícia nessa época do ano.&lt;div&gt; Com o início da estação chuvosa o sul e sudeste do país já sofrem com as chuvas, chuvas devastadoras.Os locais mais atingidos foram nos estados de Santa Catarina e Rio Grande do Sul, no entanto, a cidade de Guaraciaba (SC) é a mais atingida pelas chuvas que ocorrem na cidade, devido aos tornados. A cidade decretou estado de calamidade pública, já que muitas pessoas estão desabrigadas, pois o forte temporal derrubou casas e telhados  da cidade e região.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Nesse momento cabe aos brasileiros a solidariedade com as pessoas afetadas.Pois precisam de alimentos e moradia provisória, por enquanto, a prefeitura de Guaraciaba disponibilizou um ginásio para abrigar as famílias que estão desabrigadas.Mas se a situação continuar assim e os temporais como estão, logo a cidade terá mais desabrigados, pois  nada se pode prevê sobre as chuvas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; E aonde entra a Defesa Civil brasileira ela só serve para resolver questões e tomar decisões depois dos acontecimentos, depois das devastações. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde está a política pública brasileira.??? Esse já não é um acontecimento efêmero no país e muito menos algo que  resolve  somente com campanhas para doação de alimentos e roupas aos desabrigados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502654563528106680-3884077959446599097?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/3884077959446599097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/09/brasil-brasileiro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/3884077959446599097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/3884077959446599097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/09/brasil-brasileiro.html' title='Brasil brasileiro'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-917266012909163777</id><published>2009-09-02T20:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T15:20:04.568-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sociedade MACHISTA!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sp8BGAZbqKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/u2aBWhgP2zQ/s1600-h/CerebroFem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sp8BGAZbqKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/u2aBWhgP2zQ/s320/CerebroFem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377017682801174690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Desde que o mundo é mundo a sociedade é machista e há&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; até mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; aqueles que são e não concordam com essa teoria, não é mesmo!!! Em uma aula da pós o professor mostrou nos esses desenhos que para mim retratam fielmente  a "tal " teoria, afinal até eu penso que é mesmo assim....Fazer o que  sempre vai ser (realidade, e menos utopia...)&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Machista eu não!!!hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o mais esperado, o masculino!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sp8BY9sX15I/AAAAAAAAAFw/5dqTS7NIGWo/s1600-h/CerebroMasc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sp8BY9sX15I/AAAAAAAAAFw/5dqTS7NIGWo/s320/CerebroMasc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377018008492824466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502654563528106680-917266012909163777?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/917266012909163777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/09/sociedade-machista.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/917266012909163777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/917266012909163777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/09/sociedade-machista.html' title='Sociedade MACHISTA!!!!!'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sp8BGAZbqKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/u2aBWhgP2zQ/s72-c/CerebroFem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-6929431092888955077</id><published>2009-08-06T20:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:16:52.139-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lua Nova</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SntyR0Ixi0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/rKLsc9xG8oU/s1600-h/lua-cheia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SntyR0Ixi0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/rKLsc9xG8oU/s320/lua-cheia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367009031320865602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;No livro Lua Nova tudo é lindo Edward e Bella convivem juntos e felizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;É emocionante e sagaz  a paixão dos dois.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Até que um dia acontece uma ameaça, seu prórpio irmão Jasper nao se contém ao ver Bella cortar o dedo e derramar sangue e voa em sua direção no intuito e atacá-la.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Depois dessa reação Edward resolve deixá-la julgando ele que para seu próprio bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502654563528106680-6929431092888955077?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/6929431092888955077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/08/lua-nova.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/6929431092888955077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/6929431092888955077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/08/lua-nova.html' title='Lua Nova'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SntyR0Ixi0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/rKLsc9xG8oU/s72-c/lua-cheia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-5924572514931514433</id><published>2009-08-06T20:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T23:05:50.814-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eclipse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SoIi1zGDLNI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MEsZSKzGiQI/s1600-h/albers_eclipse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SoIi1zGDLNI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MEsZSKzGiQI/s320/albers_eclipse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368892013423045842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Continuo hoje fazendo novamente referencia aos livros que ando lendo e que por sinal estão me distraindo bastante, o que nessa fase que estou é muito, muito bom!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(não estou sendo paga pela propaganda não, mas vale a pena, comentar..rsrs!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Terminei ontem Eclipse, o terceiro da saga Crepusculo, o qual me refiro no post anterior ao segundo da saga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Bem, neste post vou tentar escrever bem sucinto já que a história e demasiadamente longa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Come on!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Edward resolve deixar Bella, ele pensa que assim será melhor para ela.Não conviver com os perigos de ter um vampiro como namorado.(exemplo :caso James.).Sendo assim Bella deixa de ter o espirito de viver, pois pensa que Edward nunca a amou verdadeiramente.Depois de seis meses vegetando de cas para a escola e para o trabalho dia sim dia nao , na loja dos pais de seu colega de turma da escola.Ela decide pelo menos conviver com a amizade de Jacob, já que não tinha contato com mais nenhum outro colega de escola desde que Edward se foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Em uma das aventuras com Jacob e ainda pensando sempre em Edward aparecer, bella pula de um penhasco e Alice, vidente irmã de Edwar tem a visão de Bella pulando do penhasco e deduz que ela tentava suicidar-se.E isso caí nos ouvidos de Edward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ele desesperado com o que causou a Bella procurou uma familia de vampiros, os Volturi.E tentou de varias maneiras confrontá-los para irradiar sua ira e assim ser morto por eles.Já que ele nao se imaginava vivendo num mundo em que Bella nao estava.Ele sofria muito com a partida.Mas , pensava que era melhor para ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Alice foi visitar Bella e descobriu que havia sido um equivoco e em seguida ficou sabendo da atitulde de Edward ao saber da sua visão.Ela e Bella foram atrás de Edward e conseguiram impedi-lo de confrontar os Volturi a ponto de ser morto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Bella o conveceu que a  atitude que os Cullens tomaram afastando-se de Forks, não foi a melhor pois trouxe sofrimento a todos.Então, decidiram voltar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nesse ínterim Jacob sofreu a transformação da lenda dos quileutes e ser tornou lobo, para defender a tribo  da ameaça dos vampiros.(isso incluía toda a raça).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A partir de então Bella entrou num conflito consigo pois Edward não temia sua companhia com Jacob, que era um lobo.E Jacob não conseguia entender como Bellla perdoo Edward de tê-la deixado.Ela ficou em um sinuca de bico com os dois. Até o ponto que os dois entenderam que a amavam de maneira difeente e que só queriam o melhor para ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Tanto que se uniram para defendê-la qndo Victoria voltou , a vampira companheira de James, morto por Edward  em Crepúsculo.Esse foi o confronto do livro a familia Cullen e os lobos quileutes X os vampiros récem-criados e Victoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E no fim os récem-criados foram derrotados.Mas contudo Bella descobriu qye gostava de Jacob  mais que imaginava, mas sabia que não conseguia viver sem Edward.Partindo disso aceitou seu pedido de casamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502654563528106680-5924572514931514433?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/5924572514931514433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/08/eclipse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/5924572514931514433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/5924572514931514433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/08/eclipse.html' title='Eclipse'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SoIi1zGDLNI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MEsZSKzGiQI/s72-c/albers_eclipse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-351905191435978046</id><published>2009-07-30T22:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:33:32.094-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SnJVyTsFNUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/KQ2l4T9k-58/s320/taylor-lautner-twilight.jpg'/><title type='text'>Crepúsculo: a saga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Nesses dias de férias fiz como de costume e hobby loquei um filme que simplesmente ADOREI!!! Crepúsculo não é um lançamento já que este foi lançado em2008 .A curiosa de sempre aqui foi buscar no Google informações adicionais sobre o livro um vez que gostei muito e percebi pelo fim da trama que deveria ter um sucessor, pois a estória parecia não ter tido um ponto final.E para minha alegria tinha, e como tinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;O filme é o primeiro livro da saga de Twilight da escritora americana Sthephanie Meyer.Impressionante que  certas pess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;oas relamente nascem com dons, essa escritora é o primeiro livro que lança, Crepúsculo e ele ficou por semanas na lista dos mais lidos da New York Times. E a saga..??!!!Ainda estar por vir já que o segundo livro, o qual me desbrucei e engoli só será lançado nos cinemas em 20 de novembro, que tortura ainda faltam 142 dias, uma eternidade para uma leitor sagaz em ver nas telinhas o qu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;e imaginou lendo o livro. E ainda me faltam ler Eclipse e Amanhecer.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Bom seria um pouco arrogante e imtempestiva não contar do que se trata essa estória que tanto me chamou atenção, mas vale frizzar que adorooo estórias mitificadassss, me deleito sobre elas....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Tudo começa quando Bella uma adoslc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;ente de 17 anos se muda para a casa de seu pai em uma pequena cidade onde maior parte do tempo chove, Forks. Lá ela conhece a família dos Cullen onde todos na escola não têm muito contato. A primeira vista Bella se encanta e desvendar o mistério de que um deles Edward nunca se interessou por nenhuma menina no colégio.Mal sabia ela de suas razões e intenções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SnJMuS030MI/AAAAAAAAAEo/k2r2JheFyMc/s400/twilight2.thumbnail.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364434464362975426" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Contanto, Bella se aproxima de Edward pois para ele também se torna algo inevitável pois a atração entre os dois é fortissíma, mas algo em Bella o assusta ela é a única pessoa a qual ele não consegue ler os pensamentos.Bella nunca poderia imaginar seu segredo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Como estava morando em uma cidade pequena foi ale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;rtada por uma amigo de infância de uma tribo do outro lado do bosque da cidade que a famíliad e Edward não era bem vista e aceita pela sua tribo. Pois como contava a lenda os quileutes,t ribo de Jacob, amigo de Bella de infância, os Cullens eram uma raça que já tinh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;a sido expulsa da cidade por seus antecedentes.Pois na mesma cidade não teria espaço para lobos e sanguessugas.Bella, é claro, imaginou e Jake, como ela o chamava dizia uma insanidade, já que ela fora criada em cidade grande, onde não espaço para tais crendices.Mas ela não descartara totalmente.Tanto que ao chegar em casa procurou no google sobre tal lenda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SnJVyTsFNUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/KQ2l4T9k-58/s320/taylor-lautner-twilight.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364444428918666562" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Mas o que a levou a ir mais fundo foram as caracterisiticas que ia percebendo em Edward, pela fria, olhos sedentos que mudavam de cor, pela branca e outras mais.Até que um dia ele teve um ápice de dúvida e questionou Edward que foi extremame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;nte sincero com ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Ele estava tentando se afastar mas a amava muito para isso.Mas também nao queria que Bellla sofresse pois corria o risco de ele e sua familia que conviviam muito com Bella, de alguém não conseguir seguir a risca a lei da familia Cullen.Pois não comiam a raça humana, era uma questão de ética para eles, isso os faziam diferentes de vários outros clãns de vampiros e se orgulhavam por isso.Na familia os mais velhos eram Carlisle, tido como pai de todos, Esme tida como mãe.Havia Rosalie e Emmett, par que não gostavam muito de Bella mas a suportavam, outro casal Alice que adorava Bella e Jared muito novo ainda no clã e por fim Edward que não tinha ninguém, no entanto, a não ser Rosalie ningué&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;m se opôs quando Edward escolheu Bella para namorar já que ela sabia sobre o segredo dos Cullens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Edward temia que de alguma maneira poderia expôr Bella ao perigo.Mas não havia como evitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Mas Bella não conseguia se afastar de Edward pois como ele mesmo dizia tudo nele era comprometedor, seu cheiro, seu cabelo, pele, voz e até mesmo olhar era para prender sua  presa, afinal ele era um vampiro. Era de sua natureza atrair.E como atraia no livro os detalhes da autora são impressionantes, fiquei apaixonada....rsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Um dia quando a familia Cullen saiu para jogar beisibol no bosque convidaram Bella, lá encontraram com um trio de vampiros que a assustaram bastante ao sentir seu cheiro convidativo de sangue fresco, perceberam que ela não era um dels, vampira.Então, começou uma caçada deliberada pois do trio Laurent, Vcitoria e seu parceiro James que ra um caçador hábil. Que iniciou a caçada.E a caça adivinhem:Bella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;A familia Cullen se agrupou de uma melhor forma possivel de afastar Bella de James , para ele, tudo seria uma jogo, jogo que colocaria em xeque a vida de Bella.Mas, Edward não permitiria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Depois de trancos s sulavancos conseguiram matar J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;ames, ams Victoria fugiu.Laurent ja tinhaa bandonado o grupo no inicio do jogo.Estava cansado de James.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Bella fugiu com Alice mas James a encontrou e até Edward conseguir alçanca-los  James já tinha mordido Bella e Edward não sabia se era forte o suficiente para somente conseguir sugar o veneno que James deixou e para na hora certa e não sugar todo o seu sangue.O que havia lutando contra si mesmo desde que conheceu Bella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SnJWVOiS5OI/AAAAAAAAAE4/CyKBjhV2tYc/s320/twilight-backlot-21.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364445028830864610" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Mas ele conseguiu e assim provou ainda mais seu amor,mas não totalmente seu controle, pois por um minuto ele pensou que não conseguiria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502654563528106680-351905191435978046?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/351905191435978046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/07/crepusculo-saga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/351905191435978046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/351905191435978046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/07/crepusculo-saga.html' title='Crepúsculo: a saga'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SnJMuS030MI/AAAAAAAAAEo/k2r2JheFyMc/s72-c/twilight2.thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-2027806302080720886</id><published>2009-07-27T20:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:51:33.760-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Santo remédio!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sm5KBCMv7LI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/07H04Yf9jyw/s1600-h/1931152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sm5KBCMv7LI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/07H04Yf9jyw/s200/1931152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363305587875507378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mês de julho....Início de esperança de um mês mais legal e de menos decepção q o anterior...Pois devido a motivos e sensações emocionais foi o pior mês do ano...Mês que tive q fazer escolhas e tomar decisões não devidamente como queria, mas t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;entei e consegui ao menos saber o q quero e o que não quero pra mim, mas se continuarei no estado q estou não dependerá muito bem dessa escolha,mas ela serviu como um farol, para eu saber o que devo ou não fazer em determinadas situações emotivas..Sim, valeu a pena!!!Todo sofrimento, vale!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Depois deste descarrego emocional veio o mês de férias...huihuhihu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Festas, colegas,  viagens e diversão....para que melhor remédio emocional do que estes..rsrs!?!?Fui ao Jalapão que para que não conhece é um Parque Estadual Tocanti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;nense, já fui lá, mas foi a seis anos atrás, o que nem se comparou com o último passeio..Visitamos os pontos turísticos, belas cachoeiras, grutas com águas geladissímas, dunas de areia, fervedouro e tudo que tínhamos direito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A noite no acampamento era muito divertido, apesar dos mosquitos e muito frio, dançavámos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sm5LV9ShTMI/AAAAAAAAAEY/mke-RbVTSEg/s1600-h/fffffffffffffff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sm5LV9ShTMI/AAAAAAAAAEY/mke-RbVTSEg/s200/fffffffffffffff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363307046846418114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; ríamos , cantavámos, e é claro bebiamos para se desvencialhar um pouco das &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;rotinas cansativas de ir de um lugar a outro, já que os pontos eram distantes en&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;tre si.A galera da viagem era muito animada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ao voltarmos para a civili&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;zação fomos para Ponte Alta uma cidade com slogan de Portal do Jalapão, onde o único passatempo é a praia e uma boate intinerante que sempre fica lá no mês de temporada, julho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim acabou a viagem do Jalapão com a galera indo para casa dormir um sono sagrado na noite de domingo, pois são poucos que aguenta quatro dias seguidos de aventura e  bem-estar junto a natureza..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Remédio para qualquer mal.....&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/5502654563528106680-2027806302080720886?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/2027806302080720886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/07/santo-remedio.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/2027806302080720886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/2027806302080720886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/07/santo-remedio.html' title='Santo remédio!!!!!'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sm5KBCMv7LI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/07H04Yf9jyw/s72-c/1931152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-4601984189864814264</id><published>2009-07-02T16:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T16:59:38.501-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A saga do ícone do pop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sk0QSlPt7nI/AAAAAAAAAEA/I_zr-jM8nXM/s1600-h/michael-jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sk0QSlPt7nI/AAAAAAAAAEA/I_zr-jM8nXM/s200/michael-jackson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353953443435114098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;O mês de junho de 2009 ficará na história mundial como o mês que o último ícone internacional da música, morreu..&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson faleceu neste último dia 25 de junho na Califórnia devido a uma parada cardíaca.&lt;br /&gt;E desde então nao se ouve a mídia falar em outra coisa.Os mais variados meios de comunicação manifestam saudosas lembranças ao "Rei do Pop". As rádios  do mundo inteiro desde a sua morte tocam suas músicas repetidamente pois  são as mais pedidas pelos ouvintes .O youtube, site de vídeos, nem se fala, os vídeos/clipes estão na primeira página do site.E a televisão aposta em dar notícias continuamente sobre a morte, causas, testamento, familia e enterro de Michael.&lt;br /&gt;Se o Rei do Pop foi assim considerado antes de seus inúmeros atos polêmicos durante sua trajetória musical e em meio aos diversos problemas com a mídia e com pessoas no fim ele terminou sendo lembrando como o grande ícone que foi para a música pop mundial.&lt;br /&gt;Pois  sua morte teve a  verdadeira repercussão de um Rei.&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/5502654563528106680-4601984189864814264?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/4601984189864814264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/07/saga-do-icone-do-pop.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/4601984189864814264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/4601984189864814264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/07/saga-do-icone-do-pop.html' title='A saga do ícone do pop'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sk0QSlPt7nI/AAAAAAAAAEA/I_zr-jM8nXM/s72-c/michael-jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-1243395373171913172</id><published>2009-06-06T09:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T10:23:40.355-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Caminho das Índias</title><content type='html'>    &lt;meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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  Anteriormente em 2002  foi exibida pela emissora, também no horário nobre, O Clone com o mesmo estereótipo e com uma  cultura bem parecida com esta , o que muitos pensavam que fossem até iguais, a cultura mulçumana,e a telenovela foi um sucesso.&lt;br /&gt;     Apesar de Caminho das Índias não ter alcançado ainda os mesmos pontos no IBOPE que a sua antecessora A Favorita a novela está movimentando ativamente a indústria cultural.&lt;br /&gt;   Nos programas de TV matutinos que abordam diversos temas sempre estão buscando esclarecer esta cultura tão diferente  tradicionalmente da brasileira.&lt;br /&gt;    A dança e o vestuário feminino são as peças chaves da indústria cultural. 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float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SiQSJPvwDCI/AAAAAAAAAD4/lI2LktuJH2U/s200/air_france_concorde.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342415008023186466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apesar dos aviões serem o meio de trasporte mais seguro e confortavél do mundo não cessam acidentes sem explicações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E na noite passada,31, aconteceu mais um.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O vôo da Airlines saída do Rio de Janeiro com destino a Paris simplesmente desapareceu no oceano atlÂntico com um total de 228 pessoas, segundo a AF, companhia do vôo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A cada minuto que passa diminue a probabilidade de serem feitos salvamentos ,e sim, resgate dos corpos encontrados.Pois como estima-se o avião pode ter caído próximo a área de Fernando de Noronha em alto mar, e como  a queda deve ter ocorrido por volta das 23 h. são escassas as possibilidades de sobreviventes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ainda não se tem notícias de onde o avião pode ter caído.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502654563528106680-6535474746326034942?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/6535474746326034942/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-mais-um.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/6535474746326034942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/6535474746326034942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-mais-um.html' title='E mais um'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SiQSJPvwDCI/AAAAAAAAAD4/lI2LktuJH2U/s72-c/air_france_concorde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-1664872563276693956</id><published>2009-05-27T13:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T14:07:30.334-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sh1zOqtYZTI/AAAAAAAAADw/SARZEWO4vII/s1600-h/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sh1zOqtYZTI/AAAAAAAAADw/SARZEWO4vII/s200/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340551428951270706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: webdings;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;De tudo ao meu amor serei atento&lt;br /&gt;             Antes, e com tal zelo, e sempre, e tanto&lt;br /&gt;             Que mesmo em face do maior encanto&lt;br /&gt;             Dele se encante mais meu pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;             Quero vivê-lo em cada vão momento&lt;br /&gt;             E em seu louvor hei de espalhar meu canto&lt;br /&gt;             E rir meu riso e derramar meu pranto&lt;br /&gt;             Ao seu pesar ou seu contentamento&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;             E assim, quando mais tarde me procure&lt;br /&gt;             Quem sabe a morte, angústia de quem vive&lt;br /&gt;             Quem sabe a solidão, fim de quem ama&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;                                                                               Eu possa me dizer do amor (que tive):&lt;br /&gt;                                                                               Que não seja imortal, posto que é chama&lt;br /&gt;                                                                Mas que seja infinito enquanto dure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Vinicius de Moraes, "Antologia Poética", Editora do Autor, Rio de Janeiro,             1960, pág. 96.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502654563528106680-1664872563276693956?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/1664872563276693956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/05/de-tudo-ao-meu-amor-serei-atento-antes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/1664872563276693956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/1664872563276693956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/05/de-tudo-ao-meu-amor-serei-atento-antes.html' title=''/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sh1zOqtYZTI/AAAAAAAAADw/SARZEWO4vII/s72-c/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-9071647838771906802</id><published>2009-05-22T09:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:13:53.608-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem mexeu no meu queijoo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-53ce66c62b012dfc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D53ce66c62b012dfc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331283846%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A3C342786F7B15FA08094345C7EBF228156F933.3A043C2F5BFF41A2ACCB296287AD1FC1A29E715C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D53ce66c62b012dfc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTFqeLJxBvnxLglMCnS6_o78hmgo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D53ce66c62b012dfc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331283846%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A3C342786F7B15FA08094345C7EBF228156F933.3A043C2F5BFF41A2ACCB296287AD1FC1A29E715C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D53ce66c62b012dfc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTFqeLJxBvnxLglMCnS6_o78hmgo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Seu único rival são suas próprias limitações!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502654563528106680-9071647838771906802?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=53ce66c62b012dfc&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/9071647838771906802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/05/quem-mexeu-no-meu-queijoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/9071647838771906802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/9071647838771906802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/05/quem-mexeu-no-meu-queijoo.html' title='Quem mexeu no meu queijoo!!!'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-1812164088007470916</id><published>2009-05-21T08:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:52:06.270-03:00</updated><title type='text'>saudadesss do que passou!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/ShVAJRGzpHI/AAAAAAAAADg/qfeK8dMAVts/s1600-h/aproveitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/ShVAJRGzpHI/AAAAAAAAADg/qfeK8dMAVts/s320/aproveitar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338243461272544370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se pudesse aproveitar mais o que já aconteceuuuu.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;jogaria mais voleibol na juventude muito mais do que eu joguei para que não sentisse saudadess...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;curtiria  mais o terceirão......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;aproveitaria mais os namoricosss.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;teria saído escondido de casa uma vez que seja para ter ido naquela festa que todo mundo foi e minha mae nao deixou eu ir....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;aproveitaria mais o momento com aqueles amigos saudosos que tiveram destinos distantes e que a correria do dia a dia nos afastou.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;teria tomado muitttoo mais sorvete e comido chocolate com menos peso na consciência....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;teria tido coragem pra fazer aquela declaração para alguém em especial...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;e aproveitado as festas de faculdade.... deixando de dormir menos e ser menos preguiçosaaa ......&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas tudo isso fez o que eu sou hoje, agoraaa é fazer de tudo para fazer o que eu quero para posteriormente não me arrender do que não fiz!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                                      E assim soy yo..!!!!!&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/5502654563528106680-1812164088007470916?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/1812164088007470916/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/05/saudadesss-do-que-passou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/1812164088007470916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/1812164088007470916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/05/saudadesss-do-que-passou.html' title='saudadesss do que passou!!!'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/ShVAJRGzpHI/AAAAAAAAADg/qfeK8dMAVts/s72-c/aproveitar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-3120307953509657747</id><published>2009-05-13T08:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T08:59:39.948-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lágrima no céu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sgq2EzV5e5I/AAAAAAAAADY/polud6CZzFo/s1600-h/42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sgq2EzV5e5I/AAAAAAAAADY/polud6CZzFo/s320/42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335276902191561618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Você saberia meu nome se eu o visse no céu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Seria o mesmo se eu o visse no céu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Eu devo ser forte e continuar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Porque sei que não pertenço ao céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Você seguraria minha mão se eu o visse no céu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Você me ajudaria a ficar em pé se eu o visse no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;céu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Encontrarei meu caminho de noite e de dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Porque eu sei que não posso ficar aqui no céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;O tempo pode te derrubar, o tempo pode dobrar seus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;joelhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;O tempo pode quebrar seu coração, você pede por favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;implorando, implorando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Além da porta há paz, tenho certeza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;E eu sei que não haverá mais nenhuma lágrima no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502654563528106680-3120307953509657747?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/3120307953509657747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/05/lagrima-no-ceu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/3120307953509657747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/3120307953509657747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/05/lagrima-no-ceu.html' title='Lágrima no céu'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sgq2EzV5e5I/AAAAAAAAADY/polud6CZzFo/s72-c/42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-7611675176623463374</id><published>2009-05-06T14:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T15:21:23.962-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to my family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Entenda as coisas que eu digo, não vire as costas para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Porque eu passei metade da minha vida lá fora, você não faria diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Você me compreende? Você compreende?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Você gosta de mim? Você gosta de mim ficando lá?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Você percebe? Você sabe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Você me compreende? Você me compreende?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Alguém se importa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Infelicidade havia quando eu era jovem e nós não dávamos importância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Porque nós fomos educados para ver a vida como diversão e levá-la se pudermos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Entenda no que eu me tornei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; E pessoas de todo lugar pensam alguma coisa melhor do que eu sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Mas eu sinto sua falta, eu sinto falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Porque eu gostava disso, porque eu gostava disso quando eu estava lá fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Você percebe? Você sabe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Você não me encontrou, você não encontrou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Alguém se importa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;e quem se importa?????!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a5678fab8a46809b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da5678fab8a46809b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331283846%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DB0B902173030545D5599B059F0AD0A765C07ECA.6C3F4F231C1A08544399F8160DC4059BF8A94C7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da5678fab8a46809b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDUMklKYOOzgEnE6b_ASET3BXyhc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da5678fab8a46809b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331283846%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DB0B902173030545D5599B059F0AD0A765C07ECA.6C3F4F231C1A08544399F8160DC4059BF8A94C7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da5678fab8a46809b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDUMklKYOOzgEnE6b_ASET3BXyhc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502654563528106680-7611675176623463374?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a5678fab8a46809b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/7611675176623463374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/05/ode-to-my-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/7611675176623463374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/7611675176623463374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/05/ode-to-my-family.html' title='Ode to my family'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-894444297197336576</id><published>2009-05-04T11:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T11:05:53.910-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A primeira de muitasss...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sf72J9-iEJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kx_Zfdb4xC8/s1600-h/maquiavel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sf72J9-iEJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kx_Zfdb4xC8/s320/maquiavel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331969659969343634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502654563528106680-894444297197336576?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/894444297197336576/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/05/primeira-de-muitasss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/894444297197336576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/894444297197336576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/05/primeira-de-muitasss.html' title='A primeira de muitasss...'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sf72J9-iEJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kx_Zfdb4xC8/s72-c/maquiavel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-4317387449800360257</id><published>2009-05-02T08:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:12:43.959-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gripe suína ou influenza A</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sfw4Z4nMPqI/AAAAAAAAADI/SsGIjV61HVc/s1600-h/112526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 163px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sfw4Z4nMPqI/AAAAAAAAADI/SsGIjV61HVc/s200/112526.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331198076244475554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que é ligada a TV em algum programa de noticiário o que se ouve dizer é somente gripe suína.&lt;br /&gt;A gripe se tranformou em uma pandemia.&lt;br /&gt;Pelo andar da  carruagema gripe anda se espalhando por todo o mundo.Será que afetará o Brasil,asssim como Mexico,Hong kong e França, meio dificil, pois como os noticiários andam reportando ele anda tomando  muitas medidas de precaução até mesmo mascaras estão sendo produzidas no interior de São Paulo.Mas isso nãoa dianta muito não é!?Mas se essas são as condições do nosso país fazer o que...Agora torcer para que tudo dê certo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502654563528106680-4317387449800360257?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/4317387449800360257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/05/gripe-suina-ou-influenza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/4317387449800360257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/4317387449800360257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/05/gripe-suina-ou-influenza.html' title='Gripe suína ou influenza A'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sfw4Z4nMPqI/AAAAAAAAADI/SsGIjV61HVc/s72-c/112526.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-5440819619717707787</id><published>2009-04-28T10:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T10:53:55.760-03:00</updated><title type='text'>melancolia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SfcKR1y2l_I/AAAAAAAAADA/sl7pEkjSUE4/s1600-h/1197474845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 147px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SfcKR1y2l_I/AAAAAAAAADA/sl7pEkjSUE4/s200/1197474845.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329739985630697458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje estou melancólica...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não sei bem porque...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas quem vai entender...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Escrever ajuda a espairecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fazer rima não sei porque...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas vamos ver até anoitecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quem sabe a pena vai valer....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apesar da tristeza hj fiz um poema...ihuhihu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;valeu a pena..!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;será??!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;já???!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502654563528106680-5440819619717707787?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/5440819619717707787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/04/melancolia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/5440819619717707787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/5440819619717707787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/04/melancolia.html' title='melancolia'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SfcKR1y2l_I/AAAAAAAAADA/sl7pEkjSUE4/s72-c/1197474845.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-8708971003705613553</id><published>2009-04-24T15:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T16:37:43.156-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nunca julgue pela aparência</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As pessoas tem mania de julgar aos outros pela aparência esse vídeo que virou mania nacional contesta o contrário!!! Até o South park sarcástico como sempre ironizou o vídeo pela sua repercussão internacional.O bebê Ike fugiu de casa alegando não aguentar  mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; falar sobre a cantora momentanêa..uahuhaua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;vamos lá!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1b96446d295628b5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1b96446d295628b5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331283846%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A554E11DF373C385E4CB0B097119A0E50C1A04B.3A084E00D77A7E630FE5CE5C0AF485D35D0806D9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1b96446d295628b5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTZDJoVk18QYrHlLklJlR_OwPmME&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1b96446d295628b5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331283846%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A554E11DF373C385E4CB0B097119A0E50C1A04B.3A084E00D77A7E630FE5CE5C0AF485D35D0806D9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1b96446d295628b5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTZDJoVk18QYrHlLklJlR_OwPmME&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502654563528106680-8708971003705613553?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1b96446d295628b5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/8708971003705613553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/04/nunca-julgue-pela-aparencia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/8708971003705613553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/8708971003705613553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/04/nunca-julgue-pela-aparencia.html' title='Nunca julgue pela aparência'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-7657890526073383165</id><published>2009-04-24T08:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T08:37:54.896-03:00</updated><title type='text'>mAlhAr...hunnnnnnn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SfGkPzx7OjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SaDqDpSPqjQ/s1600-h/malhar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 161px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SfGkPzx7OjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SaDqDpSPqjQ/s200/malhar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328220425660611122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como ficar com umas gordurinhas a menos e uma  melhorar a saúde dói um pouquinho..hehe&lt;br /&gt;Inventei de malhar. Logo de cara entrei num aula de step-local e me acabei.....No outro dia pense, e pior,no dia depois do anterior que piorou mesmo.Mal consigo sentir minha panturrilha ,ou melhor, sinto d++..imagine a dor!!!afff..mas talvez uma horinha na esteira ajudeeee!!!!hehe....diminuir o ácido lático que foi liberado em excesso e por isso causou a dor..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas também que manda ir com muita sede ao pote.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daqui uns dias melhoraaaa......assim espero!!!! Daí vai ser só alegriaaaa!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502654563528106680-7657890526073383165?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/7657890526073383165/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/04/mlaharrrrhunnnnnnn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/7657890526073383165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/7657890526073383165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/04/mlaharrrrhunnnnnnn.html' title='mAlhAr...hunnnnnnn'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SfGkPzx7OjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SaDqDpSPqjQ/s72-c/malhar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-7495128990930981850</id><published>2009-04-22T10:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T11:10:05.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Artigoooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Se8lKWkccSI/AAAAAAAAACw/DkQ6wdvCks0/s1600-h/capa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Se8lKWkccSI/AAAAAAAAACw/DkQ6wdvCks0/s200/capa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327517743989944610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que a telenovela traz para a sociedade.??!!Será que só é sentimentalismo melodramático para manter a audiência fiel, ou será que busca discurtir temáticas advindas das relações sociais?!!&lt;br /&gt;Mas, pode ser os dois, não é?!!!&lt;br /&gt;Essa é uma hipótese do meu artigo sobre estudos de recepção e sobre a teoria dos efeitos limitados tambémm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muitttoooo trabalho a fazer..!! mas vamos lá !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazaresfeld, Klapper, Wolf, Barbero e etc;....Adorooooo tudo issso!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502654563528106680-7495128990930981850?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/7495128990930981850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/04/artigoooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/7495128990930981850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/7495128990930981850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/04/artigoooo.html' title='Artigoooo'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Se8lKWkccSI/AAAAAAAAACw/DkQ6wdvCks0/s72-c/capa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-3775340244985281755</id><published>2009-04-20T08:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T09:18:45.163-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cine Pipocaaa...ihhuiuiuhihih</title><content type='html'>Indicações de ótimos filmes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1º - O curioso caso de Benjamim Button...&lt;br /&gt;Muito emocionante  uma imaginação científica e tanto!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b2ed8fd0033d5f04" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b2ed8fd0033d5f04&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/3775340244985281755/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/04/cine-pipocaaaihhuiuiuhihih.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/3775340244985281755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/3775340244985281755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/04/cine-pipocaaaihhuiuiuhihih.html' title='Cine Pipocaaa...ihhuiuiuhihih'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-5138438431528666211</id><published>2009-04-15T17:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T10:58:02.225-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De que vale ficar 4 anos na universidade !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sem-xwZTmBI/AAAAAAAAABY/aNnc6SGxBYY/s1600-h/230px-PaperboyinAustinTX.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sem-xwZTmBI/AAAAAAAAABY/aNnc6SGxBYY/s320/230px-PaperboyinAustinTX.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325997796356233234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porque a obrigatorieadade do diploma de jornalismo?!&lt;br /&gt;Estão debatendo essa agora!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Claro que qualquer sabe escrever e pode sair escrevendo por aí...Mas isso nao quer dizer que ele é um jornalista, há várias outras profissões nesse intermédio.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A universidade não forma os melhores jornalistas e convém salientar que alguns dos melhores jornalistas do Brasil nunca pisaram o pé em uma universidade.Mas isso foi há tempos atrás que a educação era outra, as pessoas agiam e pensavam de maneiras diferentes do século XXI.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A universidade faz um jornalista, ali o estudante tem pilares para a técnica, a escrita e acima de tudo a ética, muito questionada nessa profissão.É claro, que de lá também sai profissionais ruins , mas não cabe generalizar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Assim sendo porque não questionarmos o diploma nas outras profissões também, pois qualquer   um pode exercer uma atividade  que também pode ser feito por um formado em determinado curso, mas ,sobre o credibilidade não cabe áquele que estudo anos afinco??!! A dicotomia nesta dicussão é: Quem tem maior responsabilidade e  qualificação para exercer uma atividade, um formado ou uma pessoa que trabalha há anos nessa profissão? Eis a questão! Mas depende do ponto de vista!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Então vamos questionar o diploma em todos os cursos, certo! Porque toda profissão há os formados e os "aprendizes" , digamos assim, porque aprenderam e até hoje colocam em prática.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Essa discussão faz o jornalismo parecer  alguma "merdinha" que qualquer um pode exercer. Do que seria a sociedade se nao fossem os JORNALISTAS para transmitir fatos, gerar opiniões e amenizar a questões socias da sociedade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502654563528106680-5138438431528666211?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/5138438431528666211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/04/de-que-vale-ficar-4-anos-na.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/5138438431528666211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/5138438431528666211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/04/de-que-vale-ficar-4-anos-na.html' title='De que vale ficar 4 anos na universidade !!!'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sem-xwZTmBI/AAAAAAAAABY/aNnc6SGxBYY/s72-c/230px-PaperboyinAustinTX.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-8404301743988239878</id><published>2009-04-15T08:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T08:54:00.976-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Descaso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sem_OkxAcCI/AAAAAAAAABg/6GcDO_SXhds/s1600-h/porto-nacional.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sem_OkxAcCI/AAAAAAAAABg/6GcDO_SXhds/s320/porto-nacional.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325998291450621986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; Na cidade onde moro a situação está caótica. A iluminação pública está cada vez pior, a cidade está "escura". Muitos postes de luz estão com as lampâdas queimadas e parece que a prefeitura faz descaso dessa realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Outro descaso são os inúmeros buracos no meio da rua, os asfaltos  estão cheios de buracos e com a estação chuvosa  ficam cheios de água o que impossibilita a alguns moradores de distinguir o buraco e acabam caindo dentro deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A prefeitura portuense tem que se manifestar ou melhor arregaçar as mangas e começar a trabalhar porque  a iluminação pública e nem os buracos na rua são menos importantes que as demais tarefas a serem cumpridas pela prefeitura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A população precisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Afinal, para que pagamos a taxa de iluminação pública e os impostos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502654563528106680-8404301743988239878?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/8404301743988239878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/04/descaso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/8404301743988239878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/8404301743988239878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/04/descaso.html' title='Descaso'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Sem_OkxAcCI/AAAAAAAAABg/6GcDO_SXhds/s72-c/porto-nacional.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-115291136874824866</id><published>2009-04-15T08:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:40:00.296-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Que crise é essa???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SenAaiCdaMI/AAAAAAAAABw/Z1fo6iJ7BjE/s1600-h/brasil6ml.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SenAaiCdaMI/AAAAAAAAABw/Z1fo6iJ7BjE/s320/brasil6ml.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325999596388575426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Todos comentam sobre a crise que tudo está mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; caro,supermercado,roupas,combustíveis e até o cigarro. A crise é internacional, assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;vemos nos noticiários.Mas será mesmo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    Se a crise atingisse tanto o Brasil como dizem que atinge ou como gostariam que atingisse o governo não teria dinheiro para emprestar ao FMI e muito menos lançar um programa habitacional para a construção de millhares de casas populares,e ainda emprestar R$130.000  para  quem  recebe mais de 10 salários mínimos ao mês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Deve haver muito dinheiro nos cofres públicos não é mesmo!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    No entanto o que o Brasil faz é acompanhar a crise lá fora pois ele que se manter e estar como os países lá fora.E o que nem sempre acontece.Quem sofre com isso é a população de renda baixa, pois eles que estão lá no Poder não sentem essa "crise".Para eles nada mudou.Eles não precisam tirar de uma coisa para pagar outra;a maioria da população brasileira faz isso.Mas eles não precisam porque seus "gordos" salários dão conta do recado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E para eles a crise es´ta só no âmbito internacional??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&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/5502654563528106680-115291136874824866?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/115291136874824866/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/04/que-crise-e-essa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/115291136874824866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/115291136874824866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/04/que-crise-e-essa.html' title='Que crise é essa???'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SenAaiCdaMI/AAAAAAAAABw/Z1fo6iJ7BjE/s72-c/brasil6ml.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-2972906590022697089</id><published>2009-04-13T15:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T09:02:56.052-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dívidas do Governo Estadual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SeONmdOGqGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xcZngngDAps/s1600-h/tocantins.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SeONmdOGqGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xcZngngDAps/s320/tocantins.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324254876300388450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Como  e porque o governo tocantinense faz tantas dívidas e não tem ao menos o compromisso de pagá - las. A Secom (Secretaria de Comunicação)  tem débitos com inúmeras  empresas de publicidade do Estado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;   A situação é desesperadora por parte das empresas, tanto que ,vieram a público fazer  tais declarações de calote ( ou seria inadimplência ?!) da Secom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;      Tais  empresas publicitárias   correm o  risco de fecharem suas portas. Pois muitas deram credibilidade ao Estado fazendo vários trabalhos confiados em um posterior pagamento. Há um histórico  de dívidas do Estado em agências de publicidade há mais de um ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;      O governo utiliza  da sua imagem para assim fazer serviços sendo que muitas vezes a  "verba" nao está disponível, porque essa sim é uma explicação para inadimplência. E a de calote??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;      A imagem do Estado já tem muitos pontos negativos e com mais essa ficou ainda pior. As declarações das empresas na mídia como medida de forjar um possível pagamento, deu certo. Pois para quem apelariam  senão a mídia  já que  para o governo do Estado já se cansaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;     Há rumores que o governador teria feito uma reunião com uma grande empresa de comunicação do Estado, onde nesta quitaria  seus débitos. E  somente ela faria a publicidade do Estado. O que provalvemente foi uma jogada de mestre do governo, assim ele continuaria tendo publicidade e pagaria somente a dívida  desta empresa que seria a nova e única contratada pelo Estado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;       E até quando empurrará com a barriga as outras dívidas??? Como o governo não precisaria mas fazer uso  dos serviços das agências menores este seria um possível motivo do descaso com as demais.Pois teria um outra agência para fazer a imagem do Estado, mas não adianta muita coisa não é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502654563528106680-2972906590022697089?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/2972906590022697089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/04/dividas-do-governo-estadual.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/2972906590022697089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/2972906590022697089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/04/dividas-do-governo-estadual.html' title='Dívidas do Governo Estadual'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SeONmdOGqGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xcZngngDAps/s72-c/tocantins.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502654563528106680.post-7640136850723068033</id><published>2009-04-06T14:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T11:30:30.999-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que escrever....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Senj-Pu16PI/AAAAAAAAAB8/p_HHrdq3SiE/s1600-h/anjo_amigo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Senj-Pu16PI/AAAAAAAAAB8/p_HHrdq3SiE/s320/anjo_amigo.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326038692856719602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeira postagem do blog  e o que escrever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem começo pela busca da carreira ou seria somente profissão?!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é lindo, passar no vestibular em uma universidade federal, estudar sobre assuntos que vc tenha curiosidade e afinidade, conhecer novas pessoas e criar carinho por elas. E assim  se passaram 4 anos.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, formatura.&lt;br /&gt;É uma emoção inexplicavél  quando vc está de beca em frente a um auditório onde estão seus pais, irmãos, amigos e muitas pessoas queridas.Ao pegar o canudo do diploma é DEMAIS!.&lt;br /&gt;Baile..alegria...entusiamo... tudo muito empolgante, uma nostalgia total, onde foram desabafados correrias, provas, notas baixas, notas altas, ônibus perdidos, acordar cedo, dormir tarde e a tão falada monografia, esforço e que esforço( e que nem sempre sai como vc gostaria que saísse )!!!Mas que acabou tudo bem!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que fazer??!&lt;br /&gt;Foi o curso certo ou será que as oportunidades não são muito certas.?!&lt;br /&gt;Agoraaa.... descobrir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502654563528106680-7640136850723068033?l=larafrancielly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/feeds/7640136850723068033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-que-escrever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/7640136850723068033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502654563528106680/posts/default/7640136850723068033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larafrancielly.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-que-escrever.html' title='O que escrever....'/><author><name>Lara Francielly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119316468534716815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/SxrrVVEMc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/S8VD59XEAFs/S220/perfect.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXv0LGkvNvg/Senj-Pu16PI/AAAAAAAAAB8/p_HHrdq3SiE/s72-c/anjo_amigo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
