<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:52:36.312-04:00</updated><category term='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BnmnFTNXukY'/><title type='text'>Cristo move as montanhas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>404</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-4346722650806976264</id><published>2012-01-12T10:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T10:14:43.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Presença de Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wyP6K-6OdQA/Tw7noGYFW3I/AAAAAAAABBg/h0J5gaFkcQw/s1600/1c485ddc8eb285d4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wyP6K-6OdQA/Tw7noGYFW3I/AAAAAAAABBg/h0J5gaFkcQw/s400/1c485ddc8eb285d4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696745254762666866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="justify" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Não posso dissociar a vida espiritual da vida secular. Todo dia é dia de buscar o Senhor e a Sua glória. Invocar a presença e a direção do Senhor em todas as minhas iniciativas e decisões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify" style="text-align: justify;font-family: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;A cada dia,  preciso separar um tempo para oração, para estar em comunhão com o Senhor, e a glória do Senhor resplandecerá sobre minha vida. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Quem busca recebe, e vive a plenitude da bênção prometida pelo Senhor Jesus Cristo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;Seja este o alvo número um minha vida! Preciso buscar sempre a presença e a glória de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Castilho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.templatesdalua.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.templatesdalua.kit.net/imagens/divisorias/b3.gif" border="0" alt="pegue a sua no TemplatesdaLua.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-4346722650806976264?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/4346722650806976264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2012/01/presenca-de-deus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/4346722650806976264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/4346722650806976264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2012/01/presenca-de-deus.html' title='Presença de Deus'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wyP6K-6OdQA/Tw7noGYFW3I/AAAAAAAABBg/h0J5gaFkcQw/s72-c/1c485ddc8eb285d4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-3867459957024764339</id><published>2012-01-02T14:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T14:48:35.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Árvore florescente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-un-6QlOtSms/TwH60IDcH7I/AAAAAAAABBU/mxdcPS69oeU/s1600/Lindas_arvores_by_Rihedson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-un-6QlOtSms/TwH60IDcH7I/AAAAAAAABBU/mxdcPS69oeU/s320/Lindas_arvores_by_Rihedson.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693107177395068850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida dedicada ás coisas materiais é morta, um tronco cortado, uma vida moldada por Deus é uma árvore florescente.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;Sarah x.o.x.o.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-3867459957024764339?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/3867459957024764339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2012/01/pegue-sua-no-templatesdaluacom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/3867459957024764339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/3867459957024764339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2012/01/pegue-sua-no-templatesdaluacom.html' title='Árvore florescente'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-un-6QlOtSms/TwH60IDcH7I/AAAAAAAABBU/mxdcPS69oeU/s72-c/Lindas_arvores_by_Rihedson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-392206026691484322</id><published>2011-12-28T10:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T10:26:03.301-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Loucas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pMUHFfIFHvg/Tvsj61RhSDI/AAAAAAAABBI/-QYPzaQaqxs/s1600/artka_summer_by_yychanson-d3e10bm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pMUHFfIFHvg/Tvsj61RhSDI/AAAAAAAABBI/-QYPzaQaqxs/s320/artka_summer_by_yychanson-d3e10bm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691182047752702002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Tenho aprendido que não é por causa do potencial, do dom ou do talento que o Senhor move, opera e vem. Deus escolheu as coisas loucas deste mundo para envergonhar as sábias… escolheu os que não são para reduzir a nada os que são. Deus precisa apenas de um coração quebrantado, contrito, inclinado em Sua Palavra, derramado, em amores, aos Seus pés…” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;*&lt;/span&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/1503788475806890737-392206026691484322?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/392206026691484322/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2011/12/loucas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/392206026691484322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/392206026691484322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2011/12/loucas.html' title='Loucas'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pMUHFfIFHvg/Tvsj61RhSDI/AAAAAAAABBI/-QYPzaQaqxs/s72-c/artka_summer_by_yychanson-d3e10bm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-2962834377064707565</id><published>2011-12-27T12:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T12:52:20.414-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fé</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OBVPgGvPVuE/Tvn3hhORlII/AAAAAAAABA8/lrf1fPklhdY/s1600/faith_by_ryokogirle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OBVPgGvPVuE/Tvn3hhORlII/AAAAAAAABA8/lrf1fPklhdY/s320/faith_by_ryokogirle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690851759385318530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu estou com uma fé que não vejo... mas sinto.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto e creio nos milagres e no poder de Deus.&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/1503788475806890737-2962834377064707565?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/2962834377064707565/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2011/12/fe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/2962834377064707565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/2962834377064707565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2011/12/fe.html' title='Fé'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OBVPgGvPVuE/Tvn3hhORlII/AAAAAAAABA8/lrf1fPklhdY/s72-c/faith_by_ryokogirle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-657823640429579321</id><published>2011-08-31T21:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T21:14:52.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aEjA3ZGvAPI/Tl7ahtKjiII/AAAAAAAABAw/UbF_3qp9n5s/s1600/sozinha.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aEjA3ZGvAPI/Tl7ahtKjiII/AAAAAAAABAw/UbF_3qp9n5s/s320/sozinha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647191255363586178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Perdi a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;essência&lt;/span&gt; de mim mesma....&lt;br /&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/1503788475806890737-657823640429579321?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/657823640429579321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/657823640429579321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/657823640429579321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aEjA3ZGvAPI/Tl7ahtKjiII/AAAAAAAABAw/UbF_3qp9n5s/s72-c/sozinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-8173776673194245560</id><published>2011-08-27T19:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T20:13:36.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfeita e sem defeitos....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y1pltxSS52Y/TlmEvU-hF0I/AAAAAAAABAo/rtbUVwXe-ZQ/s1600/DSC02526.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y1pltxSS52Y/TlmEvU-hF0I/AAAAAAAABAo/rtbUVwXe-ZQ/s320/DSC02526.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645689556505270082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Fique calada, não respire, não pense, não opine, não estrague.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Fique &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;imóvel&lt;/span&gt;, você precisa sorrir, ser perfeita e não reclamar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Não estrague, mude e permaneça mudada, sem defeitos e sem reação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Apenas continue sorrindo sem parar e tudo ficara bem e perfeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ela pensa: SOCORRO.&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/1503788475806890737-8173776673194245560?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/8173776673194245560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2011/08/perfeita-e-sem-defeitos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/8173776673194245560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/8173776673194245560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2011/08/perfeita-e-sem-defeitos.html' title='Perfeita e sem defeitos....'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y1pltxSS52Y/TlmEvU-hF0I/AAAAAAAABAo/rtbUVwXe-ZQ/s72-c/DSC02526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-5403258042464835013</id><published>2011-07-30T18:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T18:35:25.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ORAÇÃO....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cY1hy2odAlo/TjSHJXhWIpI/AAAAAAAABAg/E3tMuUm35ss/s1600/Mulher.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cY1hy2odAlo/TjSHJXhWIpI/AAAAAAAABAg/E3tMuUm35ss/s320/Mulher.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635277628749783698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Senhor Jesus, Eu não vou recuar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;O meu caminho contigo n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ão tem mais volta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Senhor Jesus. a minha história HOJE lavada no teu sangue não esta baseada no passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;HOJE Senhor Jesus, AGORA e daqui pra frente e de agora em diante, cada vez mais, eu vou correr ao teu encontro, eu vou mergulhar em tua presença, eu vou aguentar firme cada tribulação, cada dor, cada luta, por amor do teu nome, por que eu sou CHAMADA, e fui criada para o louvor da glória do teu nome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Eu não vou desistir, eu vou seguir firme, fiel porque eu sou de Deus, até o FIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu vou prosseguir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cheguei até aqui e não vou desistir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;Eu viverei e cumprirei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;Os propósitos de Deus pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sarah Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.templatesdalua.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.templatesdalua.kit.net/imagens/divisorias/b3.gif" border="0" alt="pegue a sua no TemplatesdaLua.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-5403258042464835013?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/5403258042464835013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2011/07/oracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/5403258042464835013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/5403258042464835013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2011/07/oracao.html' title='ORAÇÃO....'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cY1hy2odAlo/TjSHJXhWIpI/AAAAAAAABAg/E3tMuUm35ss/s72-c/Mulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-3355480078879428997</id><published>2011-07-29T21:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T21:52:06.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hosana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J21pEwnh8-k/TjNi389evZI/AAAAAAAABAY/1S39vhanmMk/s1600/n45985936502_1729558_9366.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J21pEwnh8-k/TjNi389evZI/AAAAAAAABAY/1S39vhanmMk/s320/n45985936502_1729558_9366.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634956272166944146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: 400; text-transform: none; letter-spacing: normal; font-style: italic; text-align: inherit; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Hosana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Eu vejo o Rei da glória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Vindo sobre as nuvens de fogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;E a terra toda treme, e a terra toda treme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Eu vejo Seu amor e misericórdia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Lavando todo o nosso pecado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;E as pessoas cantam, e as pessoas cantam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Hosana, Hosana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Hosana nas alturas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Eu vejo uma geração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Erguendo-se para conquistar o lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Com fé altruísta, com fé altruísta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Eu vejo um novo renascimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Se levantando enquanto oramos e te buscamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Estamos de joelhos, estamos de joelhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.templatesdalua.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.templatesdalua.kit.net/imagens/divisorias/b3.gif" border="0" alt="pegue a sua no TemplatesdaLua.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-3355480078879428997?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/3355480078879428997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2011/07/hosana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/3355480078879428997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/3355480078879428997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2011/07/hosana.html' title='Hosana'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J21pEwnh8-k/TjNi389evZI/AAAAAAAABAY/1S39vhanmMk/s72-c/n45985936502_1729558_9366.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-4334301273050231456</id><published>2011-07-25T20:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T20:29:50.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Promessas de Deus....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5amA5eM-qs/Ti4HUYxMICI/AAAAAAAABAM/uYNm17hxkMg/s1600/DSC03347.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5amA5eM-qs/Ti4HUYxMICI/AAAAAAAABAM/uYNm17hxkMg/s320/DSC03347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633448230714613794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Saudades de escrever, saudades de desabafar, saudades, saudades, saudades... saudades de TI.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Amado da minha Alma, meu Salvador, meu Criador, meu Amigo de todas as horas, meu Aba Pai.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Uma pessoa pode mudar de emprego, pode mudar o sobrenome, pode mudar de carro, mudar de roupas, mais o compromisso com o companheiro e Deus são para vida toda.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Lembro de mim, tão sonhadora, tão pequena sonhava com meu príncipe encantado, mesmo com tantas decepções amorosas, eu sempre confiei na tua promessa de que um dia me daria um esposo, perfeito escolhido só pra mim, feito sob medida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Hoje eu tenho meu amado e sonho com o dia em que finalmente a criatura serve o seu Criador.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Onde entrego minha alma e meu coração a TI, obrigada meu Amigo pela promessa cumprida, pelo sonho realizado.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Sinto saudades de Ti.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Me ajuda a lembrar e te servir no dia da minha mocidade.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Enche meu viver, entrego minha vida, entrego para servir teus passos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Me salva..... me salva, para sempre autor da salvação.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Sobre a Morte venceu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-4334301273050231456?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/4334301273050231456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2011/07/promessas-de-deus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/4334301273050231456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/4334301273050231456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2011/07/promessas-de-deus.html' title='Promessas de Deus....'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5amA5eM-qs/Ti4HUYxMICI/AAAAAAAABAM/uYNm17hxkMg/s72-c/DSC03347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-7539031840486852476</id><published>2011-02-14T21:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T21:34:36.414-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade a milll.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ag1toGGUqf0/TVnXeVZiUPI/AAAAAAAAA_4/lqBkbEJ7bjU/s1600/gravidez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ag1toGGUqf0/TVnXeVZiUPI/AAAAAAAAA_4/lqBkbEJ7bjU/s320/gravidez.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573722929987997938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;SIM!, deu positivou, eu sou TIAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Absurdamente FELIZZZ minha gente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Que Deus abençoe essa criança e que venha com muita saúde e seja perfeita!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tia Paixão&lt;/i&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/1503788475806890737-7539031840486852476?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/7539031840486852476/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2011/02/felicidade-milll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/7539031840486852476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/7539031840486852476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2011/02/felicidade-milll.html' title='Felicidade a milll.......'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ag1toGGUqf0/TVnXeVZiUPI/AAAAAAAAA_4/lqBkbEJ7bjU/s72-c/gravidez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-7139614334043510221</id><published>2011-01-07T12:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T13:06:55.202-04:00</updated><title type='text'>O passado lamentado....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estava sentada lendo meu livro queria ficar ali, sem ouvir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ninguém&lt;/span&gt;, sem falar com &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ninguém&lt;/span&gt;, ser dura, sem conversas bestas, sem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;falatório&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;desnecessário&lt;/span&gt;, quando ouvi aquela voz meio &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tímida&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;medrosa&lt;/span&gt; dizer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Quando entrou ficou desanimada &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nem olhei para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;trás&lt;/span&gt; e nem queria responder, porem por simples fato de ser educada respondi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Não&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porem curiosa perguntei:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Porque?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Parece que eu não vou conseguir aprender é muita coisa, dá um desanimo(...) as meninas tem cursos esse é meu primeiro emprego se eu tivesse a cabeça que eu tenho hoje, teria feito mais cursos ( fala com os olhos cheios de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiquei compadecida com aquela pobre garota ignorante que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;já&lt;/span&gt; tinha sido motivo de piadas por mim e de todos os veteranos que estavam na empresa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dei meus conselhos, a fiz voltar a acreditar em si mesma e nos seus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;objetivos&lt;/span&gt;, fiquei aliviada, principalmente ao fato de ser querida depois daquela conversa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conversa que me fez pensar na seguinte frase dita pela pobre garota: ( Eu queria voltar tanto ao passado)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(....)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quantas vezes eu me lamentei por eu não disse isso, porque eu não fiz aquilo?, porque eu fiz isso?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quantas vezes eu chorei querendo voltar ao passado como se fosse em um passe de mágica e concertar meus erros cometido, meus erros que modificaram minha vida, que me afastou as pessoas, que me aproximaram das pessoas e toda aquela ladainha chata!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(suspiro)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje posso dizer com todas as letras, eu não lamento mais, depois de tudo o que já aconteceu comigo, eu apenas vejo tudo como um desafio que eu com Deus iremos superar juntos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E assim hoje consigo enxergar além do que eu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;enxerguei&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O meu dia esta sendo maravilhoso, e o seu? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Terminei com a seguinte frase: "Você esta tendo a oportunidade de mudar as coisas hoje, então não &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;negligencie&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paixão&lt;/strong&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/1503788475806890737-7139614334043510221?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/7139614334043510221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-passado-lamentado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/7139614334043510221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/7139614334043510221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-passado-lamentado.html' title='O passado lamentado....'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-4832477342666452730</id><published>2010-12-18T18:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T18:22:06.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Girl In The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/TQ0x4nCnN0I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/CtIiz3HHVRg/s1600/Rihanna%2B-%2BThe%2Bonly%2Bgirl%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bworld.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 135px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/TQ0x4nCnN0I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/CtIiz3HHVRg/s320/Rihanna%2B-%2BThe%2Bonly%2Bgirl%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bworld.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552148764240066370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hello negros!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quero que você me ame como se eu fosse a única gostosa,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Continue pensando em mim, fazendo o que gosta,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Esqueça o mundo porque essa noite, vai ser só você e eu...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu vou preparar sua cama e fazer você engolir seu orgulho&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quero que você me faça sentir como se eu fosse a única garota do mundo,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como se eu fosse a única que você amará&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como se eu fosse a única que conhece seu coração,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A única garota do mundo,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pois eu sei como fazer você se sentir um homem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Achei minha cara! E AMEI!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fazia um tempinho que não passava por aqui sinto saudades de escrever e voltarei a escrever. Eu juro!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Bjs e otimo final de semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;X.O.X.O. Paixão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/1503788475806890737-4832477342666452730?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/4832477342666452730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/12/only-girl-in-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/4832477342666452730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/4832477342666452730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/12/only-girl-in-world.html' title='Only Girl In The World'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/TQ0x4nCnN0I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/CtIiz3HHVRg/s72-c/Rihanna%2B-%2BThe%2Bonly%2Bgirl%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bworld.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-1353238598474928437</id><published>2010-10-13T20:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T18:37:30.258-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/TLZWT0wBw2I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/uy6YMzW8hXg/s1600/DSC02314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527700491221451618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/TLZWT0wBw2I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/uy6YMzW8hXg/s320/DSC02314.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Castilho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-1353238598474928437?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/1353238598474928437/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/10/nao-queria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/1353238598474928437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/1353238598474928437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/10/nao-queria.html' title=''/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/TLZWT0wBw2I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/uy6YMzW8hXg/s72-c/DSC02314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-8710180543628542730</id><published>2010-09-25T15:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T16:06:57.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Querido Ton.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/TJ5SUS0E8eI/AAAAAAAAA_I/rlQuL6YtnzM/s1600/Acacia.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520940701803934178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/TJ5SUS0E8eI/AAAAAAAAA_I/rlQuL6YtnzM/s320/Acacia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Meu querido Ton,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;não há sentimento mais belo que o amor, quando verdadeiro o amor consegue vencer todas as barreiras, todas as dificuldades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ele permanece forte e inabalado diante das intempéries da vida, eu acredito que nosso amor é assim, forte demais para ser abalado por coisas, que em comparação com este nosso sentimento, são pequenas demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O amor é um sentimento que nos alimenta, ao contrário da paixão que nos consome por dentro e apesar de forte não dura muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É verdade que já tivemos nossos momentos de fragilidade, nossas discussões, mas sempre conseguimos superar todos esses percalços que se apresentaram em nosso caminho, e no fim, acabamos saindo com um sentimento mais forte, mais sólido e com raízes mais profundas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Um amor como o nosso, baseado na confiança, no respeito mútuo, na amizade e, tem tudo para continuar vivo por muitos e muitos anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É gostoso saber que nada e ninguém nos fará afastar um do outro, eu te amo minha vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sua Paixão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-8710180543628542730?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/8710180543628542730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/09/meu-querido-ton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/8710180543628542730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/8710180543628542730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/09/meu-querido-ton.html' title='Meu Querido Ton.....'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/TJ5SUS0E8eI/AAAAAAAAA_I/rlQuL6YtnzM/s72-c/Acacia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-5096144050210805443</id><published>2010-06-27T15:57:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T16:31:54.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Antes que seja tarde demais....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/TCetQ8XdcwI/AAAAAAAAA-4/mhDDQs5CuGY/s1600/1129699137_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/TCetQ8XdcwI/AAAAAAAAA-4/mhDDQs5CuGY/s320/1129699137_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487545177568277250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes eu já coloquei tudo a perder por uma atitude ruim junto aos meus pais, ex-namorado, colegas, amigos. Foram amizades e relacionamentos com amigos e colegas destruidos, por sermos firmes numa atitude errada. Isso ocorre pelo ângulo que se enxerga a vida. Por muitos anos a vida para mim foi miserável, até o momento em que descobri que eu era a única pessoa responsável pela transformação que começaria com uma mudança de foco, de pensamento e atitude.&lt;br /&gt;Quero colocar aqui um versiculo: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;" Não vos conformei com este século, mas transformai-vos pela renovação da vossa mente"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A única coisa que eu posso mudar no mundo é eu mesma, minha aceitação de mudança esta mudando meu casamento e meus relacionamentos e eu tenho aprendido que tudo depende de minha atitude.&lt;br /&gt;A minha atitude positiva é visível a qualquer um, pois é um sentimento interior expresso por um comportamento exterior, e isso vai atrair ou repelir as pessoas que estão ao meu redor.&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei que essa saúde emocional parte do príncipio do amor e do entendimento que Deus me dá, isso me incentiva a ter uma atitude correta que muda minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;A vida pode ser uma coleção de vitórias ou de derrotas. Dependerá apenas de como encaro.&lt;br /&gt;Com certeza a perspectiva de Deus é muito diferente da minha. Ele não valoriza o fracasso, as quedas ou um passado conturbado, pelo contrário, Deus valoriza o que eu faço a partir daí.&lt;br /&gt;Meu sistema de crença determinará o nível de alegria e paz que eu tenho. Não posso confiar em meus sentimentos ou emoções, pois eles nem sempre são verdadeiros.&lt;br /&gt;Mas a Palavra de Deus é. Eu tenho uma escolha a fazer, continuar vivendo com atitudes erradas e colhendo os resultados indesejados disso ou decidir mudar.&lt;br /&gt;E eu decidi a parar de sacrificar minha alegria e paz hoje mesmo, antes que seja tarde demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.templatesdalua.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.templatesdalua.kit.net/imagens/divisorias/b3.gif" alt="pegue a sua no TemplatesdaLua.com" 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/1503788475806890737-5096144050210805443?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/5096144050210805443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/06/antes-que-seja-tarde-demais.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/5096144050210805443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/5096144050210805443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/06/antes-que-seja-tarde-demais.html' title='Antes que seja tarde demais....'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/TCetQ8XdcwI/AAAAAAAAA-4/mhDDQs5CuGY/s72-c/1129699137_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-6163438373701079004</id><published>2010-06-26T14:51:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T16:19:00.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A importância do diálogo interior</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Descobri que podemos ser diligentes e sinceramente erramos em nossos projetos. Isso pode ser muito frustante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Um aspecto importante que desejo mencionar aqui é a realidade da conversa interior. Perguntaram a um senhor que ia pela rua conversando sozinho o motivo pelo qual fazia isso, e ele respondeu: " Por dois motivos básicos. O primeiro é que gosto de conversar com pessoas inteligentes e o segundo é que gosto de ouvir pessoas inteligentes".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A maioria de nós conversa consigo mesmo. O único problema disso é o conteúdo da conversa. Geralmente ela se inicia com um pensamento, e é aí que esta o perigo. Normamente se pensa mais em coisas ruins do que em coisas positivas, motivadoras, que geram uma atitude mental positiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Muitas vezes, em meu dialágo interior, cultivei pensamentos que me envenenavam, que me faziam mal. Até o dia em que recentemente aprendi que posso escolher o que pensar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Descobri que eu não preciso pensar em tudo que me vem a mente, mas posso (e devo) escolher. O pensamento não é automático, mas opção. Da mesma forma que eu faço, num self-service, escolho a comida que desejo. Se eu coloco na boca algo estragado ou azedo, de imediato cuspo fora. Aprendi que eu tambem devo fazer isso com meus pensamentos negativos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Quando eu aprendi esse princípio , minha vida melhorou extraordinariamente. Parei de sofrer por pouca coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Aprendi que devo ter cuidado com meu diálogo interior! Cuidado ao modo como eu dou vazão aos meus pensamentos! Observar o que ando dizendo a mim mesma! Aprender a jogar fora os pensamentos destrutivos, que não me ajudam em nada, que contribuem somente para cultivar uma atitude de autocomiseração, de vítima da situação. Ou isso me trará dano e fracasso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Como é dificil parar de pensar nas desilusões, nas frustações e mesmo nas injustiças do passado. E isso certamente se manisfetará em palavras hostis, reclamações e resmungos.Portanto devemos sim saber a importância do diálogo interior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A boca fala do que o coração esta cheio.&lt;/span&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;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paixão&lt;/strong&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/1503788475806890737-6163438373701079004?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/6163438373701079004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/06/importancia-do-dialogo-interior.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/6163438373701079004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/6163438373701079004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/06/importancia-do-dialogo-interior.html' title='A importância do diálogo interior'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-4239516213772541224</id><published>2010-06-22T20:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T20:53:18.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A mãe e o filho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Olá, Boa Noite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;vou ilustrar a historia da mãe que estava com seu filho pequeno na igreja, e ele, por não poder ver tudo a sua frente, ficava em pé no corredor. A mãe dizia: "Senta menino! ". Ele, então sentava, mas minutos depois já estava em pé novamente. A mãe lhe dizia: " Senta menino", e de novo ele sentava por um pouco e de novo ficava em pé. Até que a mãe, já bem irritada, lhe disse, segurando o pelo braço: " Senta e não se levante mais!". O menino, choramingando, retrucou: " Mãe, de corpo eu tô sentado, mas no meu coração eu tô em pé!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Muitas vezes isso já aconteceu comigo, meu coração estava bem, livre, feliz, mas exteriormente, muitas circunstancias contribuíram para me deixar para baixo, para me fazer sentar diante da vida, como a mãe com a criança. Isso ocorre com você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;No trabalho, minhas colegas me mandar sentar, em casa, desde de pequena me mandaram sentar, na vida, muitas pessoas ao redor me mandaram sentar. Há muita gente que não quer que eu seja  eu mesma e que alcance meus propósitos, muito menos que cresça, isso é um fato. Mas se quero aprender a cultivar uma atitude correta, vou vencer qualquer limitação e permanecer em pé, pois é direito meu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tenho me esforçado diariamente a ter controle sobre minha atitude mental e sei bem que ela é conquistada passa a passo, pois não acontece da noite para o dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Desenvolver exige esforço e disciplina da minha parte, porém confesso que tenho dificuldades nessa área, porem posso garantir que o esforço vale a pena.&lt;/span&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;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paixão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-4239516213772541224?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/4239516213772541224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/06/mae-e-o-filho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/4239516213772541224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/4239516213772541224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/06/mae-e-o-filho.html' title='A mãe e o filho'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-4650291502367242017</id><published>2010-06-20T10:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T10:55:05.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Atitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quanto mais eu vivo, mais compreendo o impacto da atitude na vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Atitude para mim é mais importante do que o passado, educação, dinheiro, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;circustâncias&lt;/span&gt;, fracassos, sucesso ou do que as outras pessoas pensam, dizem ou fazem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;É mais importante do que aparência ou habilidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A atitude construirá ou quebrará uma empresa....uma igreja....um lar, um relacionamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A coisa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;extraordinária&lt;/span&gt; é que nós temos a escolha todos os dias em relação a atitude que tomaremos para aquele dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nós não podemos mudar nosso passado.... não podemos mudar o fato de as pessoas agirem de certa forma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não podemos mudar o inevitável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A única &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coisa&lt;/span&gt; que podemos fazer é tocar com a única corda que temos, e isso é nossa atitude...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu estou convencida que vida é 10% o que acontece comigo, e 90% como reajo a isso. E assim é com você. Nós somos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;responsáveis&lt;/span&gt; pelas nossas atitudes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-4650291502367242017?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/4650291502367242017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/06/atitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/4650291502367242017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/4650291502367242017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/06/atitude.html' title='Atitude'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-3352341437119664999</id><published>2010-06-15T18:52:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T19:05:42.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>JOGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/TBgFpsDH6UI/AAAAAAAAA-o/wEkxk6kqoa8/s1600/DSC02917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483138760080615746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/TBgFpsDH6UI/AAAAAAAAA-o/wEkxk6kqoa8/s320/DSC02917.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei lá foi tão gostoso ver o jogo com a familia reunida. Eu to com preguiça de postar hoje. Apesar de perder no bolão 3 x 0.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu amo entrar no meu blog e alimentar meus bichinhos de estimação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;X.o.xo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-3352341437119664999?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/3352341437119664999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/06/jogo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/3352341437119664999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/3352341437119664999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/06/jogo.html' title='JOGO'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/TBgFpsDH6UI/AAAAAAAAA-o/wEkxk6kqoa8/s72-c/DSC02917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-3219803210959958092</id><published>2010-06-14T20:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T20:18:07.037-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pessoas e mais pessoas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.templatesdalua.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Inveja, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Estresse&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fofocas&lt;/span&gt; etc...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;É &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;incrível&lt;/span&gt; o ser humano em sua forma e mente, hoje em dia eu encontro tantas pessoas negativas e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;estressadas&lt;/span&gt; diariamente que isso de uma forma ou outra acaba me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;afetando&lt;/span&gt;, exemplo: Cheguei tão feliz no serviço que todo o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;estresse&lt;/span&gt; das pessoas ao meu lado acabaram me deixando sem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;paciência&lt;/span&gt; com elas e logo assim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;estressada&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;É nessas horas que eu juro por Deus que eu sinto vontade de sumir, eu ando muito &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;melancólica&lt;/span&gt; eu preciso chorar... e nem sei porque chorar, mais toda noticia que eu escuto ruim me dá vontade de chorar e pessoas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;estressadas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Só Jesus, FATO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Paixão&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/1503788475806890737-3219803210959958092?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/3219803210959958092/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/06/pessoas-e-mais-pessoas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/3219803210959958092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/3219803210959958092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/06/pessoas-e-mais-pessoas.html' title='Pessoas e mais pessoas'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-724289465467615131</id><published>2010-06-13T15:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T16:08:51.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>O perdão não apaga o passado......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/TBU1sxqacXI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/b1L1KCp4h0M/s1600/250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482347164755194226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/TBU1sxqacXI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/b1L1KCp4h0M/s320/250.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Depois da última experiência de me derramar diante do trono de Deus, eu sinto que sai da lama e estou sendo lavada por Deus e quando Deus trabalha em seus filhos posso dizer com todas as letras e soletrando que é uma fase muito dolorosa, porém recebemos a cura e a libertação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Deus tem me ensinado a amar cada dia mais a minha família e a ter paciência, saber que eu não sou o único ser humano que necessita de cuidados e amor e graças a Deus que eu tenho demonstrado esse amor diariamente as pessoas que eu amo, mais não é sobre isso que eu quero falar, o real motivo dessa postagem é que eu quero tornar publico algumas decisões uma delas que Deus tem incomodado o meu coração é sobre pedir perdão e ser perdoada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Então olho para meu passado e vejo que fiz muitas pessoas sofrerem sejam colegas, ex-namorados, amigas e amigos que eu os considerava e sem falar nas pessoas em que se eu as ver hoje eu vou sair correndo provavelmente, (risos) já aconteceu algumas vezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não é pela vergonha e sim pelo orgulho egoísta de me achar no direito de pisar nas pessoas mas isso é normal do ser humano, mas eu cansei de olhar para o passado e saber que eu fiz algumas pessoas chorar e sofrer sem necessidade por imaturidade, por mentiras, por raiva, por vingança nem sei, mas fiz sofrer, também sei que não só fiz sofrer como também sofri em alguns casos, eu também não sou esse mostro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu me lembro desde de pequena tão pura, tão amorosa, tão amável conheci companhias e pessoas talvez erradas que me fizeram saber conhecer que contos de fadas não existe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;O passado, frustrações, erros e acertos do passado jamais irão mudar o que me resta então?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me resta pedir perdão a quem posso pedir e orar pelas pessoas que me fizeram sofrer e que até hoje eu talvez ainda sinta alguma magoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu realmente não posso mudar esse passado tão doloroso em ambas as partes mas a partir de hoje eu to me separando dele e me tornando realmente livre de todos os erros cometidos, por um único e exclusivo motivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;O que eu vivi no passado é passado, Deus tem experiências novas e maravilhosas para mim HOJE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu estou feliz e desejo do fundo do meu coração perdoar quem me feriu e peço perdão a quem machuquei, desejo que encontrem a felicidade em nome de Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Amém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;O perdão não muda o passado, mais alivia o futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ao único e verdadeiro amado da minha alma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paixão &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-724289465467615131?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/724289465467615131/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-perdao-nao-apaga-o-passado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/724289465467615131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/724289465467615131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-perdao-nao-apaga-o-passado.html' title='O perdão não apaga o passado......'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/TBU1sxqacXI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/b1L1KCp4h0M/s72-c/250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-8041617457026220184</id><published>2010-06-13T08:14:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T09:13:55.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ DIA DOS NAMORADOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/TBTYLlBQ0LI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/Do9AYjrl9tc/s1600/escrita-areia.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482244339844305074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/TBTYLlBQ0LI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/Do9AYjrl9tc/s320/escrita-areia.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/TBTSAd34xEI/AAAAAAAAA-I/xcudHy3Mfs8/s1600/1768169_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Eu tenho tanto pra te falar mais com palavras não sei dizer, como é grande o meu amor por você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Músicas que marcaram, lembranças, momentos especiais e únicos, experiências novas e inesqueciveis, lugares especiais, palavras proferidas, lágrimas de alegria, sonhos realizados, jantares memoráveis, brigas engraçadas e tantas e tantas outras coisas que não caberiam na décima edição escrita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Eu lembro bem no último dia dos namorados onde eu estava tão longe de você sonhando acordada em seus braços, beijos e palavras, lembro também de sonhar com o ano de 2010 onde estaríamos juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sim, Feliz dia dos namorados, feliz porque estamos juntos, feliz porque conseguimos passar pelo deserto juntos, feliz pelos momentos de alegria e dor juntos e mais feliz ainda por saber que se passaram 1 ano e 6 meses e você ainda me olha como se fosse nosso primeiro encontro pessoalmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ah! como eu te amo, que esqueço até de mim só pra te ver sorrir e o mais gostoso é saber que você também faz o mesmo e ainda assim me surpreende a cada dia com esse amor maravilhoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Amor eu te amo, você me ama e somos uma família feliz e como no inicio do texto, eu tenho tanto pra te falar mais com palavras não sei dizer, como é grande o meu amor por você, como não sei dizer com palavras só me resta demonstrar através do dia a dia coisa que eu sinto prazer em fazer, te fazer o homem mais completo e feliz desse mundo, eu te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Eu te amo Ton, Feliz dia dos namorados e Feliz 1 ano e 6 meses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sua eterna namorada.....Sarah Castilho Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-8041617457026220184?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/8041617457026220184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/06/feliz-dia-dos-namorados.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/8041617457026220184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/8041617457026220184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/06/feliz-dia-dos-namorados.html' title='FELIZ DIA DOS NAMORADOS'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/TBTYLlBQ0LI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/Do9AYjrl9tc/s72-c/escrita-areia.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-3337887976424694525</id><published>2010-06-04T10:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T10:49:54.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do fundo do mar....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu Te amo Ton!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/TAkSDFk3K6I/AAAAAAAAA94/cSV7Bsf9ArM/s1600/Imagem+33098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478930265918614434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/TAkSDFk3K6I/AAAAAAAAA94/cSV7Bsf9ArM/s320/Imagem+33098.jpg" /&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/1503788475806890737-3337887976424694525?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/3337887976424694525/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/06/do-fundo-do-mar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/3337887976424694525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/3337887976424694525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/06/do-fundo-do-mar.html' title='Do fundo do mar....'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/TAkSDFk3K6I/AAAAAAAAA94/cSV7Bsf9ArM/s72-c/Imagem+33098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-8777026881029416371</id><published>2010-06-04T10:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T10:43:49.408-04:00</updated><title type='text'>O homem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Diante dela tão linda, voz linda, presença agradável e uma vontade louca de chorar, com sua doce voz ela contou uma historia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;- Eu vejo um homem sozinho na frente de um rio vendo o por do sol se sentindo abandonado, se sentindo sozinho, sem esperanças, sem fé, com seus sonhos destruídos, e questiona a si mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;- Até quando eu ainda vou sofrer? Até quando vou me sentir sozinho? Até quando isso vai durar? Até quando vou sofrer? Até quando serei esquecido? abandonado? Ate quando? Não aguento, não suporto, quero sumir e morrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ela repete: Eu vejo ele no meio da multidão se escondendo sem saber direito o que esta fazendo ali, mais o Senhor te trouxe até aqui hoje para te dizer: que você não esta sozinho, que o Senhor não te abandonou, que as  experiências e coisas do passado ficarão no passado, porque Eu vou fazer você experimentar uma vida de abundância maior que você já viveu, Eu vou mudar tua vida em um ano, eu vou te levantar, eu vou te transformar, você vai experimentar novamente uma vida intima e agradável comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Todos estavam em planto.... E ela finalizou: E a todos que acreditam nessa promessa digam Amém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tão linda, tão doce, parecia tão poderosa, e a pequena nunca viu tão perto uma servo do Senhor em que se entregava sem medidas nos braços do Pai, para que sua voz fosse a voz dEle, os seus olhos, olhos dEle, o seu falar, cantar, fossem do Pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Foi lindo e maravilhoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;E só para finalizar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A luta pode durar uma noite mais a alegria vem pela manhã! É hora de nos colocarmos diante de Deus e lançarmos sobre nossas ansiedades, pois Ele tem cuidado de nos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paixão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-8777026881029416371?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/8777026881029416371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-homem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/8777026881029416371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/8777026881029416371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-homem.html' title='O homem'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-851274097860925396</id><published>2010-05-28T20:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T20:58:17.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ligue mais tarde.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/TABfSnHSa4I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/-FCzvuZWEgg/s1600/Lady-Gaga-Beyonce-Telephone.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 331px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476481920224357250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/TABfSnHSa4I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/-FCzvuZWEgg/s400/Lady-Gaga-Beyonce-Telephone.gif" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Juro que essa música é o que sinto no momento...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;De boa! Já disse hoje que quero do fundo de minha alma que todos faleçam?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*FALEÇAM MALDITOS!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-851274097860925396?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/851274097860925396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/05/ligue-mais-tarde.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/851274097860925396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/851274097860925396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/05/ligue-mais-tarde.html' title='Ligue mais tarde.....'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/TABfSnHSa4I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/-FCzvuZWEgg/s72-c/Lady-Gaga-Beyonce-Telephone.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-7964328707601067607</id><published>2010-05-20T15:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T16:10:54.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda E continuam.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S_WVOJSqVUI/AAAAAAAAA8w/zqoUAyVszFU/s1600/casal_de_jovens.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S_WVlVji7gI/AAAAAAAAA84/XGs_aW7lqe0/s1600/casal_de_jovens.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 179px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473445390812638722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S_WVlVji7gI/AAAAAAAAA84/XGs_aW7lqe0/s320/casal_de_jovens.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.templatesdalua.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;E eles continuam depois de um ano juntos ainda se olham de forma apaixonada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Ainda correm no meio da rua sorrindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Ainda fazem cocegas um no outro para sorrirem juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ainda se beijam como dois adolescentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Ainda fazem amor como se fosse a primeira vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Ainda lembram seu primeiro encontro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Ainda sentem saudades após passar 2 horas longe um do outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Ainda brincam de sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Ainda tem aquela briguinha besta e depois de alguns minutos terminam em beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Ainda fazem declarações de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Ainda sentem ciumes como se fosse o primeiro amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Choram, dão gargalhadas, se irritam, sonham, beija, lembra...Ainda....e continuam como se tudo fosse como a primeira vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paixão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-7964328707601067607?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/7964328707601067607/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/05/ainda-e-continuam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/7964328707601067607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/7964328707601067607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/05/ainda-e-continuam.html' title='Ainda E continuam.....'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S_WVlVji7gI/AAAAAAAAA84/XGs_aW7lqe0/s72-c/casal_de_jovens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-8284585709783198447</id><published>2010-05-15T11:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T11:08:54.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S-64qyJNwLI/AAAAAAAAA8o/kQekCSs1ZqQ/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 129px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471513642456170674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S-64qyJNwLI/AAAAAAAAA8o/kQekCSs1ZqQ/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;É possível viver o hoje, livre do ontem e sem medo do amanhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.templatesdalua.com/" target="_blank"&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/1503788475806890737-8284585709783198447?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/8284585709783198447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/05/ws.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/8284585709783198447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/8284585709783198447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/05/ws.html' title='WS'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S-64qyJNwLI/AAAAAAAAA8o/kQekCSs1ZqQ/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-3698974318921416174</id><published>2010-05-07T08:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T08:44:42.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>só....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S-QLEDAdFgI/AAAAAAAAA8g/EpPi3jJVA1w/s1600/storytellers___by_m0thyyku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468508011689219586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S-QLEDAdFgI/AAAAAAAAA8g/EpPi3jJVA1w/s400/storytellers___by_m0thyyku.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Esperando.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.templatesdalua.com/" target="_blank"&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/1503788475806890737-3698974318921416174?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/3698974318921416174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/05/so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/3698974318921416174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/3698974318921416174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/05/so.html' title='só....'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S-QLEDAdFgI/AAAAAAAAA8g/EpPi3jJVA1w/s72-c/storytellers___by_m0thyyku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-1114078371670537316</id><published>2010-05-02T14:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T14:42:47.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S93EdtFHGNI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/87SNY2Jn7Lw/s1600/DSC03342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466741537293932754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S93EdtFHGNI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/87SNY2Jn7Lw/s200/DSC03342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#003300;"&gt;Apenas saúde....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-1114078371670537316?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/1114078371670537316/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/1114078371670537316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/1114078371670537316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S93EdtFHGNI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/87SNY2Jn7Lw/s72-c/DSC03342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-5251168464419360837</id><published>2010-04-27T10:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T11:04:20.271-04:00</updated><title type='text'>no Hospital....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S9b3jTGL5VI/AAAAAAAAA8E/4PMH7LTbwjI/s1600/DDJPG0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464827383654376786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S9b3jTGL5VI/AAAAAAAAA8E/4PMH7LTbwjI/s200/DDJPG0093.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Meu pai se internou novamente domingo, esta sendo cansativo porém estou confiante, hoje o Ton esta com o sogro dele no hospital pra que a mulher dele descanse um pouco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;É também nessas horas que descobrimos se é amor, e isso eu não tenho duvidas que seja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-5251168464419360837?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/5251168464419360837/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-hospital.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/5251168464419360837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/5251168464419360837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-hospital.html' title='no Hospital....'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S9b3jTGL5VI/AAAAAAAAA8E/4PMH7LTbwjI/s72-c/DDJPG0093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-6645555600231323337</id><published>2010-04-21T14:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T14:58:42.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Internado....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S89KfEs0AdI/AAAAAAAAA78/zYoM4DhhY1M/s1600/Governador-entrega-novo-Hospital-28-de-Agosto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462666770721800658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S89KfEs0AdI/AAAAAAAAA78/zYoM4DhhY1M/s320/Governador-entrega-novo-Hospital-28-de-Agosto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; Desde de sábado eu estava sendo acompanhante do meu pai, hoje ele teve alta, Graças a Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.templatesdalua.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&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/1503788475806890737-6645555600231323337?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/6645555600231323337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/04/internado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/6645555600231323337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/6645555600231323337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/04/internado.html' title='Internado....'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S89KfEs0AdI/AAAAAAAAA78/zYoM4DhhY1M/s72-c/Governador-entrega-novo-Hospital-28-de-Agosto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-8935723843294544489</id><published>2010-04-15T13:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T13:44:34.405-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S8dOosoBAtI/AAAAAAAAA70/sGQinmxOtK0/s1600/violao1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460419534290748114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S8dOosoBAtI/AAAAAAAAA70/sGQinmxOtK0/s320/violao1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;É gostoso desligar o computador é viver a realidade da vida, enfim sem muito rodeio e delongas. Agora posso tirar meu violão da &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aposentadoria&lt;/span&gt; e cuidar da minha pessoa em todos os sentidos, cuidar do meu marido e até mesmo tirar um &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tempinho&lt;/span&gt; pra brincar com a Clara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;É bom valorizar os minutos do dia. Um dia aprendemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paixão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-8935723843294544489?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/8935723843294544489/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/04/um-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/8935723843294544489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/8935723843294544489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/04/um-dia.html' title='Um dia...'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S8dOosoBAtI/AAAAAAAAA70/sGQinmxOtK0/s72-c/violao1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-1190538098262700153</id><published>2010-04-13T15:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T16:14:41.071-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ ANIVERSÁRIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S8TIOadMm3I/AAAAAAAAA7s/UVzIaZIch14/s1600/201004131636581A9SV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459708798225390450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S8TIOadMm3I/AAAAAAAAA7s/UVzIaZIch14/s320/201004131636581A9SV.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Amado da minha vida, Razão do meu viver, Homem da minha vida, Meu ar, meu Tudo, nesta data tão especial e não somente nesta data desejo do fundo do meu coração que o Senhor te abençoe,te dê forças e saúde para realizar teus sonhos e nossos sonhos juntinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Quero estar do teu lado em cada conquista, em cada dor, em cada choro, em cada alegria, quando estiver doente ou com saúde, quando estiver chatinho ou me mimando. Não importa a maneira, você é o homem que eu escolhi para viver todos os dias ao meu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Obrigada meu amor, por existir na minha vida, hoje é um dia tão importante pra mim é a primeira vez que eu comemoro o aniversário do Homem da minha vida, quantos anos esperei e sonhei com isso, como é gostoso te acordar com um beijo e desejar os parabéns. Quero fazer isso todos os anos e não somente no seu aniversário, quero demonstrar o meu amor por ti, todos os dias e se eu te fazer sorrir todos os dias e até mesmo nos dias da dor, ai sim poderia dizer que sou a mulher mais completa do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Porque a cada dia quero que sinta esse amor que eu tenho por você! A palavra eu te amo é muito pequena mas eu te amo minha vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Parabéns, que o Senhor te abençoe todos os dias sem medidas, meu Lindo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu primeiro e único Amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só um sorriso e me roubou o coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só uma olhada e tudo mudou de cor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você foi como um anjo que desceu do céu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você me surpreendeu e o amor chegou até mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu sonhei acordada com teus beijos e caricias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só espero que chegue o momento de te abraçar outra vez&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você é meu primeiro Amor!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você é como eu sonhei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tem preenchido de mil emoções minha alma e meu ser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você é tudo o que eu mais quero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou feliz porque te encontrei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero te amar sem condições&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E te satisfazer com meu amor, onde quer que esteja&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só um caricia e me encheu o coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A solidão se foi e a dor não fica mais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você foi como um anjo que desceu do céu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você me surpreendeu e o amor chegou até mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu te amo meu anjo, meu primeiro amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Á&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-1190538098262700153?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/1190538098262700153/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/04/feliz-aniversario.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/1190538098262700153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/1190538098262700153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/04/feliz-aniversario.html' title='FELIZ ANIVERSÁRIO'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S8TIOadMm3I/AAAAAAAAA7s/UVzIaZIch14/s72-c/201004131636581A9SV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-4208987937101663247</id><published>2010-04-12T13:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T13:12:54.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Afortunada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S8NUK_tnhbI/AAAAAAAAA7k/5n_Y5LUz9lY/s1600/Love_Balloons_by_chuinny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459299721181365682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S8NUK_tnhbI/AAAAAAAAA7k/5n_Y5LUz9lY/s400/Love_Balloons_by_chuinny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sou afortunada.... por amar e ser amada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-4208987937101663247?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/4208987937101663247/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/04/afortunada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/4208987937101663247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/4208987937101663247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/04/afortunada.html' title='Afortunada...'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S8NUK_tnhbI/AAAAAAAAA7k/5n_Y5LUz9lY/s72-c/Love_Balloons_by_chuinny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-6636398368869895689</id><published>2010-04-09T13:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T14:18:45.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S79n1Mrau8I/AAAAAAAAA7c/KI3bRXZ6Njk/s1600/do.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458195437030390722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S79n1Mrau8I/AAAAAAAAA7c/KI3bRXZ6Njk/s400/do.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Sabe simplesmente não me canso de dizer que te amo ou de demonstrar o meu amor por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Obrigada por me amar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-6636398368869895689?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/6636398368869895689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/04/obrigada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/6636398368869895689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/6636398368869895689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/04/obrigada.html' title='Obrigada'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S79n1Mrau8I/AAAAAAAAA7c/KI3bRXZ6Njk/s72-c/do.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-6092454120128902594</id><published>2010-04-05T14:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T14:06:14.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Casa +do....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S7omOPLPnTI/AAAAAAAAA7U/RLLVWw_UpzI/s1600/DDJPG0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456715924546493746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S7omOPLPnTI/AAAAAAAAA7U/RLLVWw_UpzI/s200/DDJPG0074.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Então... minha vida de casada é uma &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;comédia&lt;/span&gt;...amo meu marido, amo ser casada, amo minha casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Paixão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-6092454120128902594?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/6092454120128902594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/04/casa-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/6092454120128902594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/6092454120128902594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/04/casa-do.html' title='Casa +do....'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S7omOPLPnTI/AAAAAAAAA7U/RLLVWw_UpzI/s72-c/DDJPG0074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-1163277526365400548</id><published>2010-03-25T16:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T16:34:56.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Colinho....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S6vFzLdUHsI/AAAAAAAAA7M/GwohikjS7mk/s1600/sarah.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452669256901861058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S6vFzLdUHsI/AAAAAAAAA7M/GwohikjS7mk/s400/sarah.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;É tão gostoso ver você &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dormindo&lt;/span&gt; no meu colo, eu amo você vida minha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/1503788475806890737-1163277526365400548?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/1163277526365400548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/03/colinho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/1163277526365400548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/1163277526365400548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/03/colinho.html' title='Colinho....'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S6vFzLdUHsI/AAAAAAAAA7M/GwohikjS7mk/s72-c/sarah.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-8332804006441220051</id><published>2010-03-22T20:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T20:55:29.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sortuda....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S6gOxam0BkI/AAAAAAAAA7E/Tvh7ypfsmgM/s1600-h/Just_one_Kiss_by_mindlesspuppettoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451623591050479170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S6gOxam0BkI/AAAAAAAAA7E/Tvh7ypfsmgM/s400/Just_one_Kiss_by_mindlesspuppettoy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt;Eu mantenho você comigo em meu coração meu amado Ton, você sempre facilita a vida quando ela aparenta estar difícil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt;Sou sortuda por estar apaixonada e amar meu melhor amigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt;Sou sortuda por conquistarmos juntos o que sonhamos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt;As pessoas não sabem quanto tempo leva, para encontrar um amor tão sincero e lindo como esse que vivemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt;Sou sortuda por estarmos apaixonados de várias maneiras, você é simplesmente tudo o que eu vejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt;Eu amo a forma que você me protege, você abriga minha alma e me protege quando estou fria e sei que sempre que precisar de você, você estará aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt;Eu te amo para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paixão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.templatesdalua.com/" target="_blank"&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/1503788475806890737-8332804006441220051?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/8332804006441220051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/03/sortuda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/8332804006441220051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/8332804006441220051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/03/sortuda.html' title='Sortuda....'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S6gOxam0BkI/AAAAAAAAA7E/Tvh7ypfsmgM/s72-c/Just_one_Kiss_by_mindlesspuppettoy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-5697217056376009212</id><published>2010-03-21T13:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T13:19:07.495-04:00</updated><title type='text'>E como....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S6ZS3Fwg91I/AAAAAAAAA68/TZFtmt6CUaU/s1600-h/the_river_knows___by_m0thyyku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 358px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451135505370511186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S6ZS3Fwg91I/AAAAAAAAA68/TZFtmt6CUaU/s400/the_river_knows___by_m0thyyku.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Queria ser a Madre Tereza... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;e preciso de uma consulta com um Ortopedista urgente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-5697217056376009212?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/5697217056376009212/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/03/e-como.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/5697217056376009212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/5697217056376009212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/03/e-como.html' title='E como....'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S6ZS3Fwg91I/AAAAAAAAA68/TZFtmt6CUaU/s72-c/the_river_knows___by_m0thyyku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-822456433210096483</id><published>2010-03-19T13:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T14:51:30.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem saco....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S6O8h1bqrkI/AAAAAAAAA60/F57OXTVcseU/s1600-h/no_time_for_feet___by_m0thyyku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450407263513259586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S6O8h1bqrkI/AAAAAAAAA60/F57OXTVcseU/s400/no_time_for_feet___by_m0thyyku.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Eu ando sem saco pra ficar na frente do computador que nunca me imaginei ter Internet em casa 24 horas e não me conectar, geralmente o máximo que fico on é 15 ou 20 minutos, só para atualizar meu email. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A realidade disso tudo é que eu já conquistei meu objetivo, queria um namorado, mas acabei encontrando o homem da minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Contos de fadas existem e como existe! Ho ho ho !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-822456433210096483?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/822456433210096483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/03/sem-saco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/822456433210096483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/822456433210096483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/03/sem-saco.html' title='Sem saco....'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S6O8h1bqrkI/AAAAAAAAA60/F57OXTVcseU/s72-c/no_time_for_feet___by_m0thyyku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-6178472420173411919</id><published>2010-03-15T09:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T09:30:48.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S542HId-MhI/AAAAAAAAA6s/0gX9QU7WPew/s1600-h/Imagem+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 96px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448852095325057554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S542HId-MhI/AAAAAAAAA6s/0gX9QU7WPew/s200/Imagem+082.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Alguns homens nos conquistam, mais somente um. Conquista para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-6178472420173411919?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/6178472420173411919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/03/alguns-homens-nos-conquistam-mais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/6178472420173411919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/6178472420173411919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/03/alguns-homens-nos-conquistam-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S542HId-MhI/AAAAAAAAA6s/0gX9QU7WPew/s72-c/Imagem+082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-4729661151570162363</id><published>2010-03-14T09:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T11:39:36.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1 ano e 3 meses.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S50DK4EWTMI/AAAAAAAAA6k/F3ee8e_X5Ug/s1600-h/Imagem+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448514609572367554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S50DK4EWTMI/AAAAAAAAA6k/F3ee8e_X5Ug/s200/Imagem+062.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S5zpKah5BbI/AAAAAAAAA6c/UoW5eeWwfyA/s1600-h/Imagem+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Feliz 1 ano e 3 meses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eu te amo meu amigo, companheiro, gostoso, amado, meu homem, menino, céu, inferno, minha paixão, razão, docinho, dengo, orgulho, meu mimado, protetor, marido, namorado, bebêzinho, meu segredo oculto, minha alegria, minha sombra, meu guia, meu calor, meu cheiro, minha saudade, minha alma, meu nada, meu gigante, meu mundo, meu poder, minha vida, meu TUDO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-4729661151570162363?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/4729661151570162363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/03/1-ano-e-3-meses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/4729661151570162363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/4729661151570162363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/03/1-ano-e-3-meses.html' title='1 ano e 3 meses.....'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S50DK4EWTMI/AAAAAAAAA6k/F3ee8e_X5Ug/s72-c/Imagem+062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-8946884908631542235</id><published>2010-03-14T08:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T09:41:27.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amadurecidos e sábios de coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S5zd7k48WuI/AAAAAAAAA6U/vqdN0tpyEiM/s1600-h/Imagem+33349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448473664795990754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S5zd7k48WuI/AAAAAAAAA6U/vqdN0tpyEiM/s320/Imagem+33349.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentada na frente desse computador relembrando quase todas as músicas que fizeram parte da minha vida, olhando para trás....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isso me faz pensar no quanto eu sou abençoada por Deus o quanto eu cresci de menina para mulher, quanto eu errei e acertei, chorei e sorri, perdi e ganhei, fui justa ou injusta, fui amada e não amada é bom termos esses momentos de olhar para trás e ver o quanto mudamos talvez para melhor ou para pior.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu lembro que o ano de 2006 e 2008 a um tempo atrás eram um dos piores anos da minha vida e que eu me considerava a pessoa mais pequena e infeliz da face da terra, nunca vou esquecer que no final de 2008 eu prometi pra mim mesma que 2009 seria totalmente diferente e minha nossa! que loucura agradável eu vivi em 2009, eu sonhei durante 21 anos da minha e realizei em 2009, acredito quando dizem que as flores vem depois.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu posso dizer que eu merecia ter encontrado a felicidade, meu coração já não tinha mais o que quebrar ou se machucar a realidade é que Deus sabe o que faz ou seria aquilo que todos falaram, eles se merece?! (Risos).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A realidade é que todos os dias eu agradeço a Deus por ser tão amada e querida, valeu a pena ter sofrido, ter chorado por quem não mereceu ou mereceu? valeu a pena ter acreditado e não ter acertado? valeu a pena quebrar o coração em 1000 pedaços? valeu a penar ofender? gritar? bater? amaldiçoar? ser pisada? ser injustiçada? pisar ou ser injusta? brincar com os sentimentos? ter orgulho? ser traída ou trair? vale a pena tudo isso?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu olhei pra trás, pensei, pensei...em tudo que eu sofri ou fiz alguém sofrer, valeu a pena tudo isso? Porque sofri ou fiz alguém sofrer, não podia simplesmente não ter que passar por isso? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se antes eu não entendia, hoje eu tenho certeza tudo valeu a pena eu cresci, com meu erros aprendi a acertar e toda aquela ladainha que vocês e eu já sabemos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Valeu a experiência, eu sou mais Mulher, mais companheira, mais carinhosa, mais brincalhona, mais responsável se não tivesse vivido o que eu vivi eu tenho certeza que eu faria o homem da minha vida sofrer hoje, por isso vale a pena aprender.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Estou amadurecida e sábia de coração"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-8946884908631542235?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/8946884908631542235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/03/amadurecidos-e-sabios-de-coracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/8946884908631542235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/8946884908631542235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/03/amadurecidos-e-sabios-de-coracao.html' title='Amadurecidos e sábios de coração'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S5zd7k48WuI/AAAAAAAAA6U/vqdN0tpyEiM/s72-c/Imagem+33349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-8509043587029449481</id><published>2010-03-11T14:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T14:59:43.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Querido Diário...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S5k8x22t6lI/AAAAAAAAA6M/7xucV2GL-T0/s1600-h/Imagem+33373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447452051517598290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S5k8x22t6lI/AAAAAAAAA6M/7xucV2GL-T0/s320/Imagem+33373.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Querido Diário.... Querido querido querido... a internet está uma maravilha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;DE RUIM!&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/1503788475806890737-8509043587029449481?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/8509043587029449481/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/03/querido-diario.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/8509043587029449481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/8509043587029449481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/03/querido-diario.html' title='Querido Diário...'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S5k8x22t6lI/AAAAAAAAA6M/7xucV2GL-T0/s72-c/Imagem+33373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-7272841297004745139</id><published>2010-03-08T14:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T14:44:15.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia da Mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S5VDz9DfExI/AAAAAAAAA6E/AiAHrPBy2lQ/s1600-h/Amor_Eterno_by_amoreterno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446333884216054546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S5VDz9DfExI/AAAAAAAAA6E/AiAHrPBy2lQ/s320/Amor_Eterno_by_amoreterno.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;...Querido diário hoje é 08 de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Março&lt;/span&gt; de 2010 é o primeiro dia da mulher em que eu finalmente comemoro ao lado do Homem da minha vida o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;primeiro&lt;/span&gt; de muitos, em que eu ainda vou comemorar ao lado desse homem &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fantástico&lt;/span&gt; e maravilhoso que é meu esposo...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;Eu te amo vida minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-7272841297004745139?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/7272841297004745139/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/03/dia-da-mulher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/7272841297004745139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/7272841297004745139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/03/dia-da-mulher.html' title='Dia da Mulher'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S5VDz9DfExI/AAAAAAAAA6E/AiAHrPBy2lQ/s72-c/Amor_Eterno_by_amoreterno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-5022985943493393263</id><published>2010-03-04T10:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T11:00:35.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brinde!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S4_JUjYTATI/AAAAAAAAA5w/S88uE96oGoM/s1600-h/recem_casados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444791829445935410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S4_JUjYTATI/AAAAAAAAA5w/S88uE96oGoM/s320/recem_casados.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um brinde a nós, nossas vitórias e ao nosso amor!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu te amo marido perfeito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1503788475806890737-5022985943493393263?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/5022985943493393263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/03/brinde.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/5022985943493393263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/5022985943493393263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/03/brinde.html' title='Brinde!'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S4_JUjYTATI/AAAAAAAAA5w/S88uE96oGoM/s72-c/recem_casados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-8687076518086347415</id><published>2010-02-13T18:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T18:55:31.681-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu sou do meu Amado e meu Amado é MEU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S3cnPRaD54I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/t_eGlT-lz6g/s1600-h/My_love_by_meago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437858218397394818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S3cnPRaD54I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/t_eGlT-lz6g/s320/My_love_by_meago.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Olá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Talvez canse, mas pela primeira vez na vida eu posso dizer que eu sou realmente feliz, sou amada, sou querida, sou mimada, sou especial, sou única.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Quanto tempo desejei ser única abraçar alguém e dizer com todas as letras " Você é o homem da minha vida".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;PAZ, talvez seja isso que esta no meu peito, hoje eu sei que o verdadeiro amor existe, mais pra que ele possa existir, precisa ter uma entrega verdadeira, ambos ter o mesmo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;objetivo&lt;/span&gt; e sonho, ambos ser sincero, ambos confiar um no outro, ambos sonhar juntos e fazer realizar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Foi isso que faltou nos amores passado e sabe o que se diferencia? Quando o verdadeiro amor chega você simplesmente tem a certeza absoluta que aquele amor é seu e você dele e como diz o Pastor na hora do sim, o que Deus uniu o homem não separa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palavra Final: Eu sou do meu Amado e meu Amado é MEU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;X.o.x.o.   Paixão&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/1503788475806890737-8687076518086347415?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/8687076518086347415/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/02/eu-sou-do-meu-amado-e-meu-amado-e-meu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/8687076518086347415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/8687076518086347415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/02/eu-sou-do-meu-amado-e-meu-amado-e-meu.html' title='Eu sou do meu Amado e meu Amado é MEU!'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S3cnPRaD54I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/t_eGlT-lz6g/s72-c/My_love_by_meago.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-140189536883788908</id><published>2010-02-11T18:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T18:46:48.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, SHIT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S3SHHIq_94I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Nu92Ag59l1o/s1600-h/oh_shit-1614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437119206799701890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S3SHHIq_94I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Nu92Ag59l1o/s320/oh_shit-1614.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Oh, shit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;quero mandar algumas pessoas irem pro inferno:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Claudete, Ivana, Bianor, Yalekin ( o nome é tão escroto que até hoje eu ainda não sei como dizer), Thelma, Neodete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; sem meias palavras, me diga Deus, como eu posso amar essas pessoas lesadas, chatas,  barraqueiras e filhas de uma puta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-140189536883788908?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/140189536883788908/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/140189536883788908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/140189536883788908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-shit.html' title='Oh, SHIT!'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S3SHHIq_94I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Nu92Ag59l1o/s72-c/oh_shit-1614.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-3810444570408122722</id><published>2010-02-10T18:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T18:56:07.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S3M5Rt2sPQI/AAAAAAAAA5I/wf2A-yjSZRw/s1600-h/Smile_by_ByLaauraa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436752151695867138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S3M5Rt2sPQI/AAAAAAAAA5I/wf2A-yjSZRw/s320/Smile_by_ByLaauraa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahhhhhhhh, como eu amo ser amada pelo meu MARIDO!&lt;/strong&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/1503788475806890737-3810444570408122722?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/3810444570408122722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/3810444570408122722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/3810444570408122722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-ii.html' title='Happy II'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S3M5Rt2sPQI/AAAAAAAAA5I/wf2A-yjSZRw/s72-c/Smile_by_ByLaauraa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-8996793156897607946</id><published>2010-02-10T18:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T18:48:02.069-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S3M2i3gUVFI/AAAAAAAAA5A/8EwoDNb_nzI/s1600-h/touch_by_ByLaauraa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436749147809272914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S3M2i3gUVFI/AAAAAAAAA5A/8EwoDNb_nzI/s320/touch_by_ByLaauraa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahhhhh, como eu amo meu MARIDO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.templatesdalua.com/" target="_blank"&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/1503788475806890737-8996793156897607946?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/8996793156897607946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/8996793156897607946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/8996793156897607946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S3M2i3gUVFI/AAAAAAAAA5A/8EwoDNb_nzI/s72-c/touch_by_ByLaauraa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-298458869467769683</id><published>2010-02-06T19:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T19:44:25.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolta ON</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S236cAL-IaI/AAAAAAAAA44/diyFLD-4O1s/s1600-h/burrao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435275684299547042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S236cAL-IaI/AAAAAAAAA44/diyFLD-4O1s/s320/burrao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;    &lt;strong&gt; Paulista em pleno século XXI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435275197605897970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S235_rHKZvI/AAAAAAAAA4w/fc_EsjN4RCE/s320/manaus_aerea_acervo_manaustur.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S235pT0HToI/AAAAAAAAA4o/AphRVU2TegM/s1600-h/burrao.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fotos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt;/ &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Manaus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Hoje entrei no meu &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sonico&lt;/span&gt; com a intenção de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;deletar&lt;/span&gt; ele &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitivamente&lt;/span&gt;, porém decidi ler alguns recados, e entre os recados lidos acabei me deparando com um comentário infeliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Infeliz: " Não sabia que na &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Amazónia&lt;/span&gt; tinha gatinha como você, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bjs&lt;/span&gt;, "Fulano de tal" SÃO PAULO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;E fiquei a pensar, como uma pessoa ignorante, desinformada, não enxerga um palmo na frente de seus olhos, não conhecem a Geografia, a Economia ou se quer o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;próprio&lt;/span&gt; desenvolvimento do seu País.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Uma pessoa bem informada sabe perfeitamente que no Amazonas o meio de transporte não é a canoa, sabe que existe telefone, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;, carros, prédios, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shoppings&lt;/span&gt;, Cinema, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Super Mercado&lt;/span&gt;, sim existe prédios e as pessoas não andam nuas no meio da rua ou moram em oca, muito menos convivemos no meio das onças, cobras, floresta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Enfim, é realmente chato se &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;estereotipada&lt;/span&gt;, mais chato mesmo é saber que em pleno século XXI, exista pessoas ignorantes e desinformada em plena São Paulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu lamento e revolta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sarah Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/1503788475806890737-298458869467769683?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/298458869467769683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/02/revolta-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/298458869467769683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/298458869467769683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/02/revolta-on.html' title='Revolta ON'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S236cAL-IaI/AAAAAAAAA44/diyFLD-4O1s/s72-c/burrao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-1685129517594524459</id><published>2010-02-06T18:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T19:00:29.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S23z44_0NDI/AAAAAAAAA4g/nlIxvGdfPZM/s1600-h/9fe2e84ca70221b32631c753f5ad55d7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435268484004328498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S23z44_0NDI/AAAAAAAAA4g/nlIxvGdfPZM/s320/9fe2e84ca70221b32631c753f5ad55d7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você não precisa se esforçar para que eu te ame!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A todos um otimo final de semana............ Bless......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/1503788475806890737-1685129517594524459?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/1685129517594524459/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/02/yep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/1685129517594524459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/1685129517594524459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/02/yep.html' title='Yep!'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S23z44_0NDI/AAAAAAAAA4g/nlIxvGdfPZM/s72-c/9fe2e84ca70221b32631c753f5ad55d7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-6545481366540598630</id><published>2010-01-30T18:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T18:29:08.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Completamente.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S2SxU6MjJBI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Y-6pqgTpCNQ/s1600-h/Imagem+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432662023293051922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S2SxU6MjJBI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Y-6pqgTpCNQ/s320/Imagem+017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não importa o que o mundo possa dizer sobre mim, eu sei que você sempre me verá completamente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu amo ser completamente tua e amo saber que você é completamente meu!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah Paixão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.templatesdalua.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-6545481366540598630?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/6545481366540598630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/01/completamente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/6545481366540598630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/6545481366540598630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/01/completamente.html' title='Completamente.....'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S2SxU6MjJBI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Y-6pqgTpCNQ/s72-c/Imagem+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-1849268893628374010</id><published>2010-01-07T19:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T20:07:13.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada por me amar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S0ZyNHkns9I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/8t_n7qCEaBY/s1600-h/Delicate_Storm_by_fhrankee.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424148370910852050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S0ZyNHkns9I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/8t_n7qCEaBY/s400/Delicate_Storm_by_fhrankee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;LEMBRA?! Assim como eu me lembro.?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Lembra quando me pediu em namoro? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Lembra a primeira vez que disse que me amava? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Lembra do nosso primeiro encontro? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Da nossa primeira &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;discussão&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Da primeira vez que você me fez sua?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Do nosso primeiro beijo e abraço? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Da primeira vez que choramos juntos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Que fomos ao cinema?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Que gargalhamos ate chorar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Tanta coisas, tantas lembranças &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gostosas&lt;/span&gt;, tanto amor, tanto carinho, tão intenso, tão especial!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Desde do primeiro dia em que me pediu em namoro pelo telefone, meu amor por ti cresce cada vez mais, eu te amo tanto, eu tenho tanto orgulho de você, tanto ciume, tanto cuidado, tanto carinho, eu sou afortunada, abençoada, amada, escolhida por Deus para cuidar de um amor tão puro, sincero e verdadeiro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Ah... 2009 quem poderia dizer que em 2009 eu conheceria o homem da minha vida, o meu amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Amor, você nunca vai saber ... nunca vai saber o quanto eu te amo, o quanto eu sou tua, o que você sabe é tão pouco, tão pouco....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;O que posso dizer? Obrigada por me amar! Obrigada por me salvar! Obrigada por me fazer SUA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Eu te amo é muito pouco para o real sentimento que sinto por você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Obrigada amado da minha alma! Que esse ano nossos sonhos que sonhamos juntos, se tornem realidade e Deus nos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;abençoe&lt;/span&gt; sem medidas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Da sua esposa, Sarah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Paixão&lt;/span&gt; Castilho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-1849268893628374010?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/1849268893628374010/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/01/obrigada-por-me-amar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/1849268893628374010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/1849268893628374010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/01/obrigada-por-me-amar.html' title='Obrigada por me amar!'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S0ZyNHkns9I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/8t_n7qCEaBY/s72-c/Delicate_Storm_by_fhrankee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-6423040850728466170</id><published>2010-01-06T20:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T20:30:47.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S0Upl8DqQII/AAAAAAAAA4I/lAF9fjnXmJI/s1600-h/Kiss_by_fhrankee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423787057991008386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S0Upl8DqQII/AAAAAAAAA4I/lAF9fjnXmJI/s400/Kiss_by_fhrankee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;É esse ano..... sim.. é esse ano que vou realizar mais um de meus sonhos de menina!&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/1503788475806890737-6423040850728466170?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/6423040850728466170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/01/feliz-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/6423040850728466170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/6423040850728466170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2010/01/feliz-2010.html' title='Feliz 2010!'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/S0Upl8DqQII/AAAAAAAAA4I/lAF9fjnXmJI/s72-c/Kiss_by_fhrankee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-881657219516407273</id><published>2009-12-19T19:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T20:08:31.631-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sy1pD-bKqJI/AAAAAAAAA34/Y7pbDndPY5M/s1600-h/spooning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417101443814041746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sy1pD-bKqJI/AAAAAAAAA34/Y7pbDndPY5M/s400/spooning.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;Ele esta &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dormindo&lt;/span&gt; como um anjo tranquilo e consigo ver sua paz, ela o admira por &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vários&lt;/span&gt; minutos, o beija levemente e vela o sono do seu amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;Os dois estão sorrindo em sua cama, ela escreve no peito dele com caneta preta o quanto o ama numa formula meio estranha de desvendar ou entender, ele faz o mesmo e escreve no braço dela o seu amor pela amada, ela escreve uma musica que marca a vida dos dois apaixonado e ele escreve uma linda musica e no corpo dela escreve que aquele corpo pertence a ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Você é minha vida....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1503788475806890737-881657219516407273?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/881657219516407273/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/12/ele-esta-dormindo-como-um-anjo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/881657219516407273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/881657219516407273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/12/ele-esta-dormindo-como-um-anjo.html' title=''/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sy1pD-bKqJI/AAAAAAAAA34/Y7pbDndPY5M/s72-c/spooning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-998938559409050124</id><published>2009-12-19T19:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T19:54:11.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Momento Desabafo ON</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sy1nAhhJU4I/AAAAAAAAA3w/qYh7Yn-I9r8/s1600-h/fuckYouUp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 374px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417099185491628930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sy1nAhhJU4I/AAAAAAAAA3w/qYh7Yn-I9r8/s400/fuckYouUp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;FALEÇAM SEUS VERMES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Afim de mandar ir pro inferno, em especial meus vizinhos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-998938559409050124?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/998938559409050124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/12/momento-desabafo-on_19.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/998938559409050124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/998938559409050124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/12/momento-desabafo-on_19.html' title='Momento Desabafo ON'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sy1nAhhJU4I/AAAAAAAAA3w/qYh7Yn-I9r8/s72-c/fuckYouUp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-5447835792724248220</id><published>2009-12-13T16:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T17:03:17.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Egoísta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SyVVnhjjXcI/AAAAAAAAA3c/W8czqAl6ONk/s1600-h/Bella_Edward.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414828264493637058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SyVVnhjjXcI/AAAAAAAAA3c/W8czqAl6ONk/s400/Bella_Edward.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Descobri essa semana que sou uma criatura essencialmente &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;egoísta&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero demais tua companhia para fazer o que deveria. Te amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.templatesdalua.com/" target="_blank"&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/1503788475806890737-5447835792724248220?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/5447835792724248220/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/12/egoista.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/5447835792724248220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/5447835792724248220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/12/egoista.html' title='Egoísta...'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SyVVnhjjXcI/AAAAAAAAA3c/W8czqAl6ONk/s72-c/Bella_Edward.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-2453137240008954626</id><published>2009-12-11T12:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T12:43:31.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ex- viciada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SyJ1azlKNII/AAAAAAAAA3U/aUIX8xPy9mU/s1600-h/31_1921-orkut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414018805435872386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SyJ1azlKNII/AAAAAAAAA3U/aUIX8xPy9mU/s400/31_1921-orkut.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu nome é Sarah Paixão, faz &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;exatamente&lt;/span&gt; 3 meses , 4 meses? Nem lembro só sei que eu literalmente abandonei meu orkut, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt;, blog, e-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mails&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que aconteceu comigo? Quem me conhece bem sabe que eu nunca desligava meu computador.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas confesso... sinto saudades de algumas amizades que fiz ao longo dessa minha caminhada, a maior &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recompensa&lt;/span&gt; desses anos de vicio de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;, foi que ela me trouxe o amor da minha vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora sabem o motivo porque sou uma ex- viciada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;X.o.x.o.   Paixão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-2453137240008954626?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/2453137240008954626/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/12/ex-viciada.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/2453137240008954626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/2453137240008954626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/12/ex-viciada.html' title='Ex- viciada'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SyJ1azlKNII/AAAAAAAAA3U/aUIX8xPy9mU/s72-c/31_1921-orkut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-6705098737644961112</id><published>2009-11-27T21:24:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:06:36.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;....Hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SxB8EmeT7BI/AAAAAAAAA3M/hCsdP2CTCTY/s1600/robert-kristen-kiss4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408959570960968722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SxB8EmeT7BI/AAAAAAAAA3M/hCsdP2CTCTY/s400/robert-kristen-kiss4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;Passado....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SxB8Ecd-kOI/AAAAAAAAA3E/WyeR_jySI_M/s1600/namoro_virtual.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408959568275214562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SxB8Ecd-kOI/AAAAAAAAA3E/WyeR_jySI_M/s400/namoro_virtual.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Olá.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Saudades de escrever nesse blog de expressar minhas emoções, fazer minhas declarações que eram quase que diariamente, na realidade ultimamente tenho me conectado na &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;  só para dá um &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oi&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tchau&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;As vezes fico me perguntando se o que eu to vivendo realmente é minha realidade ou se é apenas um sonho que eu ainda não acordei e se for um sonho nem quero acordar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;É gostoso escrever no meu blog com ele aqui do meu lado, tocar no braço dele e quando ele olhar pro monitor eu virar o rosto dele, escutar um resmungo dele porque eu deixei de dar atenção a ele por alguns minutos ( risos).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Os poetas diziam que é bom amar e ser amado, eu lembro que antes de conhecer ele o que eu mais desejava era amar e ser amada. Mas a realidade é que eu nunca tive(passado) essa certeza (será que um dia vou encontrar o amor da minha vida?). A minha chegou a um &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nível&lt;/span&gt; que eu acreditei que esse sonho nunca iria se realizar. Que alivio. Era apenas uma fase infeliz da minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Eu amo e sou amada e quase concordo com os poetas quando diziam que amar e ser amado é bom. Na realidade amar é ser amado é MARAVILHOSO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Essa semana eu e ele fomos ao &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;super mercado&lt;/span&gt; e uma senhora olhou para nos dois com os olhos arregalados, meio boba, sem graça  e disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Vocês são irmãos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Ficamos sem graça e &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;estáticos&lt;/span&gt; com a pergunta e Ele respondeu:&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; - Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Ela: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Namorados?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;E ele disse todo bobo: - &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Não. Somos casados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Ela:- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vocês são um casal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;muito lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Ambos sem graça: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Obrigada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Nos dois nos afastamos sem graça e sorrindo, a cada dia é um dia diferente, ficamos tão perto um do outro que é &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;impossível&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ninguém&lt;/span&gt; não notar a pureza do nosso sentimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Que &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bobeira&lt;/span&gt; acreditar nisso...o que eu queria dizer nesse texto todo é &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;só&lt;/span&gt; uma pequena frase :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Se você pular eu pulo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Tivemos um sonho, um &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;objetivo&lt;/span&gt; em comum e lutamos. As pessoas querem ser amadas, porem não querem amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;E você pagaria o preço? Arriscaria? Eu arrisquei, ele arriscou. Valeu a pena enfrentar tudo o que &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;enfrentamos&lt;/span&gt; para finalmente eu estar escrevendo nesse blog com o homem da minha vida do meu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;A todos... um abraço e um &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;otimo&lt;/span&gt; final de semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-6705098737644961112?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/6705098737644961112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/6705098737644961112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/6705098737644961112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SxB8EmeT7BI/AAAAAAAAA3M/hCsdP2CTCTY/s72-c/robert-kristen-kiss4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-5015548269484104401</id><published>2009-11-18T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T13:38:34.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estou viva...  \o_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-5015548269484104401?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/5015548269484104401/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/11/estou-viva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/5015548269484104401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/5015548269484104401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/11/estou-viva.html' title=''/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-6177610478330942931</id><published>2009-11-04T13:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T14:00:04.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SvG_9MyTVeI/AAAAAAAAA28/y5meYL5GVKg/s1600-h/edbella02xi4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 379px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400308486319068642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SvG_9MyTVeI/AAAAAAAAA28/y5meYL5GVKg/s400/edbella02xi4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha vida....você é a melhor coisa que já aconteceu na minha vida...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.templatesdalua.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-6177610478330942931?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/6177610478330942931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/11/minha-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/6177610478330942931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/6177610478330942931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/11/minha-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SvG_9MyTVeI/AAAAAAAAA28/y5meYL5GVKg/s72-c/edbella02xi4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-6832630232352687198</id><published>2009-10-30T18:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:19:59.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Simples....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sut0MSiipzI/AAAAAAAAA20/Wu9-LX6o0AY/s1600-h/DSC02967.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398536332817639218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sut0MSiipzI/AAAAAAAAA20/Wu9-LX6o0AY/s320/DSC02967.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SutvOMtqphI/AAAAAAAAA2s/8Wfmf8Tv9Lc/s1600-h/DSC03182.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Felicidade é uma palavra tão minima e simples para expressar o que eu realmente sinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Minha vida, eu te amo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1503788475806890737-6832630232352687198?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/6832630232352687198/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/10/simples.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/6832630232352687198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/6832630232352687198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/10/simples.html' title='Simples....'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sut0MSiipzI/AAAAAAAAA20/Wu9-LX6o0AY/s72-c/DSC02967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-5007942445512186879</id><published>2009-09-24T18:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T18:21:21.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah.... como eu te amo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SrvvEEsFP8I/AAAAAAAAA2k/i4jeDfcshv0/s1600-h/OgAAALcarsBpPEyb5I68gQLFfs1CIcS1ta3LRxsrdSOXYYKJ46Fa_auYcxTwNDm-j9NoqOXIGnSgc4ibhdNPnRUmLG0Am1T1UAyyx5b3aBoIHtUrZZhdACqrGRJY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SrvvEEsFP8I/AAAAAAAAA2k/i4jeDfcshv0/s400/OgAAALcarsBpPEyb5I68gQLFfs1CIcS1ta3LRxsrdSOXYYKJ46Fa_auYcxTwNDm-j9NoqOXIGnSgc4ibhdNPnRUmLG0Am1T1UAyyx5b3aBoIHtUrZZhdACqrGRJY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385160632708710338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah...como eu te amo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;.... Amo quando deito no teu colo e você diz que me ama....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;....Quando comemos juntos...e sempre nos beijamos "na hora da comida"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;....Quando você me faz cocegas até eu passar mal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;....Quando você me acorda 03:00 da manhã pra conversar comigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;....Quando sempre &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;após&lt;/span&gt; de comer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dormir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;abraçadinhos&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;....Quando vamos ao &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;super mercado&lt;/span&gt; fazer compras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;...Amo suas crises de ciumes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;...Amo quando você vai me deixar na faculdade ou no trabalho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;...Amo quando você chega em casa e eu te dou aquele abraço forte, de tanta saudade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;....Amo ser sua namorada, sua mulher, sua amante, sua amada, sua pequena...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;....Ah.. amo tudo em você...como eu te amo amado da minha alma.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sua Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.templatesdalua.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-5007942445512186879?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/5007942445512186879/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/09/ah-como-eu-te-amo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/5007942445512186879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/5007942445512186879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/09/ah-como-eu-te-amo.html' title='Ah.... como eu te amo....'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SrvvEEsFP8I/AAAAAAAAA2k/i4jeDfcshv0/s72-c/OgAAALcarsBpPEyb5I68gQLFfs1CIcS1ta3LRxsrdSOXYYKJ46Fa_auYcxTwNDm-j9NoqOXIGnSgc4ibhdNPnRUmLG0Am1T1UAyyx5b3aBoIHtUrZZhdACqrGRJY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-127369241240922777</id><published>2009-09-11T15:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T15:37:42.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SqqmhUKqRlI/AAAAAAAAA2c/RkmfQD6rtJE/s1600-h/imagem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380295796126795346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SqqmhUKqRlI/AAAAAAAAA2c/RkmfQD6rtJE/s400/imagem.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SqqmhIF5CKI/AAAAAAAAA2U/gxN5__MYSV8/s1600-h/DSC03042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380295792885565602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SqqmhIF5CKI/AAAAAAAAA2U/gxN5__MYSV8/s400/DSC03042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..."E que fique claro, esse foi meu ultimo eu te amo e ate logo... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;VIRTUAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1503788475806890737-127369241240922777?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/127369241240922777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/09/pegue-sua-no-templatesdaluacom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/127369241240922777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/127369241240922777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/09/pegue-sua-no-templatesdaluacom.html' title='....'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SqqmhUKqRlI/AAAAAAAAA2c/RkmfQD6rtJE/s72-c/imagem.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-8575267491014080313</id><published>2009-09-04T16:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T16:45:47.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SqF7U2Kw5nI/AAAAAAAAA18/2qDNEK3Tf_E/s1600-h/crepusculo_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377715028125345394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SqF7U2Kw5nI/AAAAAAAAA18/2qDNEK3Tf_E/s400/crepusculo_15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"...e que fique claro que esse foi meu ultimo eu te amo e meu ultimo até logo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Ausente por tempo indeterminado)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-8575267491014080313?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/8575267491014080313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/8575267491014080313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/8575267491014080313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SqF7U2Kw5nI/AAAAAAAAA18/2qDNEK3Tf_E/s72-c/crepusculo_15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-5481537466398840291</id><published>2009-08-25T11:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:03:24.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Você...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SpQJRynG59I/AAAAAAAAA10/RlJaofiIJTY/s1600-h/DSC02223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373930456608073682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SpQJRynG59I/AAAAAAAAA10/RlJaofiIJTY/s400/DSC02223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu te amo porque você desperta o melhor em mim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paixão&lt;/em&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/1503788475806890737-5481537466398840291?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/5481537466398840291/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/08/voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/5481537466398840291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/5481537466398840291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/08/voce.html' title='Você...'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SpQJRynG59I/AAAAAAAAA10/RlJaofiIJTY/s72-c/DSC02223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-2733689607018502751</id><published>2009-08-19T17:32:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T17:49:59.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>E eu que te amo....sem porque...sem pra que....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SoxwI-C1lKI/AAAAAAAAA1s/0-135ZEMsCg/s1600-h/crepusculo-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371791754942321826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SoxwI-C1lKI/AAAAAAAAA1s/0-135ZEMsCg/s400/crepusculo-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ele me compreende, me conhece profundamente por dentro, escuta meus pensamentos, sonha junto comigo, me dá asas quando quero voar, quando quero repousar &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;descanso&lt;/span&gt; em seus braços,.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Você simplesmente me ama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Você me deseja e sempre deixa isso claro, eu sei que sou &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;única&lt;/span&gt; e que vamos durar para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Será que duvido do seu amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Você sabe como me tocar, você me dá confiança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Você simplesmente me ama. Eu sou TUA e você? Só MEU!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Definitivamente, contagem regressiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sarah Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/1503788475806890737-2733689607018502751?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/2733689607018502751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-eu-que-te-amosem-porquesem-pra-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/2733689607018502751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/2733689607018502751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-eu-que-te-amosem-porquesem-pra-que.html' title='E eu que te amo....sem porque...sem pra que....'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SoxwI-C1lKI/AAAAAAAAA1s/0-135ZEMsCg/s72-c/crepusculo-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-6412726089406197325</id><published>2009-08-16T20:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:00:01.779-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Primeiro......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SoikkCy1LfI/AAAAAAAAA1k/EYMRkpkccSg/s1600-h/bellaedwardoy8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370723494771633650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SoikkCy1LfI/AAAAAAAAA1k/EYMRkpkccSg/s400/bellaedwardoy8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Olha pra mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Olha pra mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Olha pra mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- To olhando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ela se aproxima dele lentamente, enquanto ele observa, ela se aproxima dos lábios dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ele se assusta. Ela lhe dá um abraço bem forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Bella, você esta correndo um grande risco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Não estou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ele abraça ela bem forte. Ela diz sussurrando: Me beija...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ele passa os dedos na face dela, ela morde os lábios, enquanto ele observa os lugares onde o dedo vai deslizando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ela olha fixamente nos olhos dele,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e ele observa sério os lábios de Bella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ela sorri,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ele continua sério.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ela fica sem graça e desvia o olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ele abraça Bella forte e carinhosamente toca a sua face com a face dela beija o queixo de Bella lentamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bella fecha os olhos e passa suas mãos carinhosamente, no cabelo dele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ele beija o rosto de Bella, tentando desviar o pensamento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bella fica com a respiração ofegante e morde seus lábios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ele puxa Bella, pra perto dele, olha em seus olhos e acaricia seus cabelos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ela se assusta...mas permite que ele se aproxime mais dela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ele perde o raciocino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bella, com a respiração ofegante toca no lábios de seu amado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ele fica paralisado! porem seu corpo fala sozinho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bella, fica tão próxima dele, que sente a respiração ofegante, fecha os olhos e o sente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ele aperta ela quase sem querer pra mais perto dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bella  retribue e faz o mesmo...e abre seus olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ele abaixa sua cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ela se afasta e diz que vai embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ele segura ela e a abraça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ela corresponde e diz: Eu não queria sair nunca do seus braços...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ele o abraça por um longo tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ela se afasta, sorri serenamente e beija carinhosamente o rosto dele...e o larga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ele não permite e a segura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ela o olha fixamente, o abraça e lhe faz carinho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ele retribue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E ambos ficam assim por 20 minutos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele diz: Estou envolvido mais do que penso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah Paixão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-6412726089406197325?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/6412726089406197325/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/08/primeiro.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/6412726089406197325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/6412726089406197325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/08/primeiro.html' title='Primeiro......'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SoikkCy1LfI/AAAAAAAAA1k/EYMRkpkccSg/s72-c/bellaedwardoy8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-5027498852852874341</id><published>2009-08-13T21:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:00:11.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oito....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SoTBxF9-hkI/AAAAAAAAA1c/6MDKTz183_c/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369629704892352066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SoTBxF9-hkI/AAAAAAAAA1c/6MDKTz183_c/s400/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hoje completamos 8 meses de namoro que já passamos juntos. Sem duvida é uma data especial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Eu não canso de dizer que não poderia ter conhecido uma pessoa melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Não há no mundo homem mais companheiro, humilde, simples, extrovetido, amigo, fiel, honesto, atencioso, transparente, sincero, romântico, brincalhão, paciente, inteligente, esperto e dentre várias outras qualidades como você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Eu realmente ganhei na loteria, quero continuar pra sempre com essa sintonia, com esse respeito que um tem pelo outro, com essa amizade sincera, com esse dialogo gostoso que sustenta nossa relação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Essa harmonia e relacionamento tranquilo, cheio de alegria e amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Eu sou apaixonada por ti, meus sentimentos por ti não mudaram apenas aumentam a cada dia, sou tua pequena, teu orgulho, e você? É meu tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Amorzão, Feliz 8 meses de namoro!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você me faz muito feliz, todos os dias, você é incrivel! EU TE AMO  TON!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-5027498852852874341?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/5027498852852874341/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/08/oito.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/5027498852852874341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/5027498852852874341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/08/oito.html' title='Oito....'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SoTBxF9-hkI/AAAAAAAAA1c/6MDKTz183_c/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-4849169134374010324</id><published>2009-08-12T21:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T22:05:49.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo Suporta.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SoNx8CizLQI/AAAAAAAAA1U/FBKcew8F854/s1600-h/casal+de+namorados.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369260457044684034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SoNx8CizLQI/AAAAAAAAA1U/FBKcew8F854/s400/casal+de+namorados.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Como suporta meus mimos? Minhas várias perguntas confusas e &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;difícil&lt;/span&gt; de serem respondidas? ou quando estou de mal humor e sobra pra você? quando estou carente ao extremo e só eu quero ser mimada? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Como suporta aqueles dias que só eu quero falar, ou quando não quero falar e nem ouvir nada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Como suporta meus defeitos? Como suporta quando quero todo o tempo ficar contigo? ou quando quero ficar sozinha e você quer namorar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Como suporta minhas piadas sem graça? ou quando exijo coisas loucas de você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Como suporta quando eu fico &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chateada&lt;/span&gt; quando você esquece nossa data especial?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Como suporta desejar sua namorada e ela estar a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;quilómetros&lt;/span&gt; de distancia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Como suporta quando eu digo seu nome completo quando estou com raiva?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Como suporta quando eu finjo que estou triste, só pra ser mimada mais do que eu sou? como suporta minha fragilidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Como suporta tantas coisas? Meus defeitos, minhas crises, meus &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;medinhos&lt;/span&gt; de menina, meus fantasmas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Como você suporta?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Simples... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;você REALMENTE me AMA! Eis uma das virtudes do verdadeiro amor!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" O verdadeiro Amor, tudo suporta..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah Paixão&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/1503788475806890737-4849169134374010324?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/4849169134374010324/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-3047911647884055019</id><published>2009-08-07T19:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T19:36:13.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Passou....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sny59d1GcyI/AAAAAAAAA00/g42bzdBcu0Y/s1600-h/sonhar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367369321549296418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sny59d1GcyI/AAAAAAAAA00/g42bzdBcu0Y/s320/sonhar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Correria, correria, correria e depois da tempestade vem o que?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ufa... finalmente posso respirar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Obrigada Senhor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;Paixão do Castilho&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/1503788475806890737-3047911647884055019?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu amo, quando meu namorado viaja na maionese, me faz tão feliz!&lt;/strong&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/1503788475806890737-7383410984974832113?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/7383410984974832113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/08/ops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/7383410984974832113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/7383410984974832113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-6857091154366640737?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/6857091154366640737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/pessimo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/6857091154366640737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/6857091154366640737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/pessimo.html' title='.....'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-3614984962851138913</id><published>2009-07-25T09:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T09:51:55.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince of Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You Are Holy (Prince Of Peace)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are holy (You are holy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You are mighty (You are mighty)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You are worthy (You are worthy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Worthy of praise (Worthy of praise)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I will follow (I will follow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I will listen (I will listen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I will love you (I will love you)All of my days (All of my days)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I will sing to, and worship (Guys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You are Lord of Lords, You are King of Kings (Girls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The King who is worthy (Guys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You are mighty God, Lord of everything (Girls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I will love and adore Him (Guys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You're Emmanuel, You're the great "I AM" (Girls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And I will bow down before Him (Guys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You're the Prince of Peace, Who is the Lamb (Girls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And I will sing to and worship (Guys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You're the living God, You're my saving grace (Girls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The King who is worthy (Guys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You will reign forever, You are ancient of days (Girls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And I will love and adore him (Guys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You're the Alpha, Omega, Beginning and End (Girls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And I will bow down before Him (Guys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You're my Savior, Messiah, Redeemer, and friend (Girls)(Both:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You're my Prince of Peace and I will live my life for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.templatesdalua.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="pegue a sua no TemplatesdaLua.com" src="http://www.templatesdalua.kit.net/imagens/divisorias/b3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-3614984962851138913?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/3614984962851138913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/prince-of-peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/3614984962851138913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/3614984962851138913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/prince-of-peace.html' title='Prince of Peace'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-2680329758790181066</id><published>2009-07-25T07:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T07:32:13.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>E foi assim....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Smrs6cZF2sI/AAAAAAAAA0s/rEZJZBM1vpM/s1600-h/casal20.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362358795135998658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Smrs6cZF2sI/AAAAAAAAA0s/rEZJZBM1vpM/s320/casal20.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Eram dois desconhecidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;que um dia se encontraram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;foram dois grandes amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;que depois se amaram."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.templatesdalua.com/" target="_blank"&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/1503788475806890737-2680329758790181066?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/2680329758790181066/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-foi-assim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/2680329758790181066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/2680329758790181066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-foi-assim.html' title='E foi assim....'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Smrs6cZF2sI/AAAAAAAAA0s/rEZJZBM1vpM/s72-c/casal20.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-8625689801851247933</id><published>2009-07-23T20:20:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:55:01.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pergunta idiota, tolerância zero...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ando com um mau humor de dar inveja. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Está saindo pelos poros. E, é justamente nessa fase que as coisas mais bizarras acontecem comigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sim, eu tenho cara de idiota. Não, pq, para um pessoa me fazer esses tipos de perguntas, só posso ter cara de idiota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vou contar as pérolas do dia e as respostas que eu mentalizei na hora... mas, como sou uma gentlegirl, respondi sempre com a mais educada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Acordei cedo para ir pro trabalho. A moça que sempre vai comigo, muito solícita, veio logo mostrando os dentes e perguntando: (pausa para uma obs. Eu quase perguntei se eu tinha cara de dentista, pra ela me mostrar os dentes desse jeito)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bom Dia Sarah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Valendo um real, o que eu respondi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a) Bom Dia o caralho!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;b) Que belo sorriso e um dia maravilhosamente otimo pra você sua vaca!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;c) Vai pro inferno sua pangaré, 6:00 da manhã e vem me dá bom dia? Vai pro inferno maldita!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d) Bom Dia Fulana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Essa foi fácil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas, como hoje o dia promete, pensei cá com meus botões: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Ah, vou fazer cara de simpática! Vai que melhora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Assim que estava proxima do meu serviço, fui direto pro café do japones, comer meu pão com tucumã e queijo e suco de maracuja de cada dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bom dia, Sarah! Veio tomar café? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Valendo um saco de balas confete, qual foi a resposta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a) Não. Vim almoçar mais cedo. Manda um Cozido e um doce de Jaca de sobremesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;b) Não. Vim só te dar bom dia, estou sem fome hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;c) Na verdade eu vim. Mas com a sua pergunta idiota eu perdi a fome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d) Bom dia! Claro... o de sempre por favor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Detalhe: eu tomo café no café do japones desde de 2007, sempre no mesmo bat-horário, no mesmo bat-canal com o mesmo bat-atendente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Para fechar (por enquanto) com chave de ouro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estou sentada na minha mesa. São 7:00 da manhã. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chega uma amiga do trabalho e como se fosse a coisa mais estranha do mundo, eu chegar cedo no trabalho, pergunta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Já está aqui? Caiu da cama? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Valendo... valendo... valendo porra nenhuma, que eu já estou irritada! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;QUE DIABOS EU RESPONDI???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a) Não. Ainda não estou. É impressão sua... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;b) Claro que estou. Ao contrário de você eu trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;c) Ah, é. Esqueci que hoje é quinta-feira e o horário de trabalho é só depois das 11:00h.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d) Estou... (riso de canto de boca para não perder a amiga) bom dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sem contar, quando eu fazia a pergunta pro paciente:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Senhora qual sua profissão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paciente lerdo: ( pensa 500 anos pra responder) nesse meio tempo confesso, eu dou um sorriso de canto e mentalizo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Com essa cara tosca, só pode ser prostituto ou traficante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ou quando aquelas criançinhas pentelha não tem o que fazer da vida e ficam me olhando, eu juro que penso:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Kié sua feiosa! Sai daqui oferenda, vai pertubar o cão.(com aquele sorriso de canto)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu sou simpática. Juro. As pessoas que estão com vontade de me sacanear .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.templatesdalua.com/" target="_blank"&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/1503788475806890737-8625689801851247933?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/8625689801851247933/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/pergunta-idiota-tolerancia-zero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/8625689801851247933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/8625689801851247933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/pergunta-idiota-tolerancia-zero.html' title='Pergunta idiota, tolerância zero...'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-7244666891426549704</id><published>2009-07-23T20:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:15:24.272-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ela disse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Smj8ji5KIKI/AAAAAAAAA0k/g2FabVnR7Vs/s1600-h/44465123.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361813043976741026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Smj8ji5KIKI/AAAAAAAAA0k/g2FabVnR7Vs/s320/44465123.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Eu volto logo para que você não precise sentir minha falta. tome conta do meu coração- eu deixei ele com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paixão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-7244666891426549704?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/7244666891426549704/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/ela-disse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/7244666891426549704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/7244666891426549704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/ela-disse.html' title='Ela disse...'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Smj8ji5KIKI/AAAAAAAAA0k/g2FabVnR7Vs/s72-c/44465123.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-2505262148469880773</id><published>2009-07-23T19:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T19:58:40.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Smj4r9GDxbI/AAAAAAAAA0c/hiAtIat3l3Q/s1600-h/__HEAVEN___by_kanda_cgroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361808790402614706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Smj4r9GDxbI/AAAAAAAAA0c/hiAtIat3l3Q/s320/__HEAVEN___by_kanda_cgroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;A saudade bate na porta lembrando que&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; falta pouco mais de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;seissentos dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nostalgia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paixão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.templatesdalua.com/" target="_blank"&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/1503788475806890737-2505262148469880773?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/2505262148469880773/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/nostalgia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/2505262148469880773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/2505262148469880773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Smj4r9GDxbI/AAAAAAAAA0c/hiAtIat3l3Q/s72-c/__HEAVEN___by_kanda_cgroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-4259498728499950502</id><published>2009-07-23T19:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T19:36:52.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz dia do amigo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://msp69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/jfossella1/boyfriend.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://msp69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/jfossella1/boyfriend.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Feliz dia do amigo, em especial ao meu melhor, único, amigo e amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Tem coisa mais gostosa que namorar e beijar o melhor amigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://msp69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/jfossella1/boyfriend.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.templatesdalua.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-4259498728499950502?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/4259498728499950502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/feliz-dia-do-amigo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/4259498728499950502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/4259498728499950502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/feliz-dia-do-amigo.html' title='Feliz dia do amigo....'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-8077299750270653899</id><published>2009-07-19T20:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T20:41:05.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhei e pensei.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SmO8YP5oSZI/AAAAAAAAA0U/yosyXdYUT04/s1600-h/imagemessa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360335106272151954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SmO8YP5oSZI/AAAAAAAAA0U/yosyXdYUT04/s200/imagemessa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Durmα, meu Ton. Tenhα sonhos felizes. Você é o único que já tocou meu corαção. Ele sempre será seu. Durmα meu único αmor.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Paixão&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/1503788475806890737-8077299750270653899?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/8077299750270653899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/olhei-e-pensei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/8077299750270653899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/8077299750270653899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/olhei-e-pensei.html' title='Olhei e pensei.....'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SmO8YP5oSZI/AAAAAAAAA0U/yosyXdYUT04/s72-c/imagemessa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-2676337967467852718</id><published>2009-07-19T20:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T20:21:12.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Contos....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SmO2H0vdN_I/AAAAAAAAA0M/liT5n1-VdYk/s1600-h/Rapunzel__rapunzel____by_Kimi_mo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360328227034052594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 379px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SmO2H0vdN_I/AAAAAAAAA0M/liT5n1-VdYk/s400/Rapunzel__rapunzel____by_Kimi_mo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ela disse que contos de fadas não existia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ele levantou e mostrou a ela o contrário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Paixão&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/1503788475806890737-2676337967467852718?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/2676337967467852718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/contos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/2676337967467852718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/2676337967467852718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/contos.html' title='Contos....'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SmO2H0vdN_I/AAAAAAAAA0M/liT5n1-VdYk/s72-c/Rapunzel__rapunzel____by_Kimi_mo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-8936147881592543081</id><published>2009-07-19T10:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T10:54:57.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha alegria...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SmMx6Fh5fKI/AAAAAAAAA0E/BqGLzJcAcnk/s1600-h/2009_Enamorados_by_JB_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360182855487552674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SmMx6Fh5fKI/AAAAAAAAA0E/BqGLzJcAcnk/s400/2009_Enamorados_by_JB_14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Sim. Eu aceito namorar com você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Essa foi a resposta dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Durante algum tempo, tem quem diga que seja pouco, senti as coisas se tornarem mais bonitas. Partilhei um sentimento, doei um coração e recebi outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Esperei a hora certa de fazer e dizer certas coisas, de fazer outros planos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Ao meu lado com uma certa urgência de viver, estava você. Me encantei, nos encantamos. Me apaixonei, nos apaixonamos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Comecei a jogar fora rótulos, paradigmas, conceitos pré-estabelecidos desde que você chegou no meu jardim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;É engraçado como nossos olhos conversam e do brilho que eles possuem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;É forte quando seguramos a mão um do outro, como se elas falassem que não vamos nos abandonar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Como se nossos corpos gritassem que isso vai continuar para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Eu fico a te olhar, anjo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;E você é tão lindo, minha paz, meu porto. Tenho observado caminhos que ainda não pisei, caminhos que ainda estão sendo traçados, modelados, mas que já esperam por você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Sente vontade de sua presença, de sua luz, da sua vitalidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Sempre que eu sorrio ao seu lado, sei que é você o responsável pelas cores vibrantes que minha vida adquiriu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;É o dono do melhor toque que eu já senti. Do brusco ao delicado. Um dia longe é motivo de saudade sufocante. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;É, eu me acostumo rapidamente com as coisas boas. Sinto um contentamento sem medida quando me abraça e sussura no meu ouvido palavras que só você sabe dizer, do jeito seu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Atè então, não havia pousado ao meu lado um cara tão sensível que ao falar, me faz sentir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Em cada movimento que faço nos seus braços, sou mais mulher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Cada beijo que recebo, fico mais segura. O tempo sempre diz as verdades, assim está sendo conosco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Ele ainda irá trazer boas e intensas surpresas para o nosso jardim. O ano de 2009 começou anunciando muito amor e confiança. Amor que a gente sente quando fala, que toca. Faz de mim pedaço seu. Sim, sou sua namorada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah Paixão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-8936147881592543081?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/8936147881592543081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/sim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/8936147881592543081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/8936147881592543081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/sim.html' title='Minha alegria...'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SmMx6Fh5fKI/AAAAAAAAA0E/BqGLzJcAcnk/s72-c/2009_Enamorados_by_JB_14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-8446019470876701980</id><published>2009-07-18T08:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T08:16:27.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Longe.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SmG8ImY04EI/AAAAAAAAAz8/41Vl8d6Pz3c/s1600-h/storytellers___by_m0thyyku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359771887477252162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SmG8ImY04EI/AAAAAAAAAz8/41Vl8d6Pz3c/s400/storytellers___by_m0thyyku.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estou vivendo, mesmo que eu pareça longe.&lt;br /&gt;Estou cometendo erros passados. Estou ouvindo "same mistake" muito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estou sorrindo quando chego em casa e escuto o som apenas do silêncio. Imaginando cenas, diálogos de coisas que ainda não vivi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estou sentindo calor de tomar banho gelado e me lambuzar de hidratante. De me irritar, ficar mimada por qualquer coisa.&lt;br /&gt;Estou nessa de ficar na cama um tempão pensando na vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estou com gripe de doer cabeça e companhia, usando uns 3 tipos de remédio diferente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estou escrevendo muito e logo em seguida apagando. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Postando relativamente pouco.&lt;br /&gt;Estou cheia de medinhos, cheia de mimos de mulherzinha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estou tendo sonhos loucos que me fazem acordar no meio da madrugada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estou sentindo falta de um montão de gente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E estou sentindo que elas também estão sentindo falta de mim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estou pensando em fazer uma viagem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estou pensando só. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tenho ficado um tempão em silêncio só observando, observando.&lt;br /&gt;Estou aqui, estou vivendo, mesmo que eu pareça longe, estou sentindo os detalhes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.templatesdalua.com/" target="_blank"&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/1503788475806890737-8446019470876701980?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/8446019470876701980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/longe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/8446019470876701980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/8446019470876701980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/longe.html' title='Longe.....'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SmG8ImY04EI/AAAAAAAAAz8/41Vl8d6Pz3c/s72-c/storytellers___by_m0thyyku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-3449309972625170448</id><published>2009-07-15T21:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T21:30:36.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao pé do ouvido.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sl6BhHr4taI/AAAAAAAAAz0/vpMWFxPRyHo/s1600-h/Love_by_evangeliine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358863012616254882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sl6BhHr4taI/AAAAAAAAAz0/vpMWFxPRyHo/s400/Love_by_evangeliine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu: Amor, diz aquilo que eu gosto de ouvir?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele: VOCÊ É MINHA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu: repete!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ele: VOCÊ É MINHA, EU TE AMO SARAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu: EU TE AMO, AMADO DA MINHA ALMA&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sarah Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-3449309972625170448?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/3449309972625170448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/ao-pe-do-ouvido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/3449309972625170448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/3449309972625170448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/ao-pe-do-ouvido.html' title='Ao pé do ouvido.....'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sl6BhHr4taI/AAAAAAAAAz0/vpMWFxPRyHo/s72-c/Love_by_evangeliine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-7018274954214894983</id><published>2009-07-12T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:20:28.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me define...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SlqLpfmEWRI/AAAAAAAAAzs/LcE7bXXqL6A/s1600-h/Olympus+368.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357748251682691346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SlqLpfmEWRI/AAAAAAAAAzs/LcE7bXXqL6A/s200/Olympus+368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela acreditava em anjo e, porque acreditava, eles existiam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"&gt;Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.templatesdalua.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&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/1503788475806890737-7018274954214894983?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/7018274954214894983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/me-define.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/7018274954214894983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/7018274954214894983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/me-define.html' title='Me define...'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SlqLpfmEWRI/AAAAAAAAAzs/LcE7bXXqL6A/s72-c/Olympus+368.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-5992111012877293770</id><published>2009-07-12T20:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T20:24:35.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu confesso.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Slp96WNiK-I/AAAAAAAAAzk/OQ5Tf_-YKZ8/s1600-h/1AMOR.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357733148058856418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Slp96WNiK-I/AAAAAAAAAzk/OQ5Tf_-YKZ8/s400/1AMOR.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Eu nunca admiti isso para nenhum homem, pois é, olha pelo que ele me faz passar, SIM, CONFESSO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Tenho ciumes dele, não é aquele ciume infernal que impede a pessoa de viver, ou que mata qualquer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;baranga&lt;/span&gt; com aquele olhar fatal se ela ficar te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;paquerando&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Aquele ciume gostoso, sim eu tenho, confesso. E amo ter ciume de TI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;barangas&lt;/span&gt; não abusem da minha boa fé, o namorado é MEU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Paixão&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/1503788475806890737-5992111012877293770?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/5992111012877293770/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/eu-confesso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/5992111012877293770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/5992111012877293770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/eu-confesso.html' title='Eu confesso.....'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Slp96WNiK-I/AAAAAAAAAzk/OQ5Tf_-YKZ8/s72-c/1AMOR.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-3045168280491906570</id><published>2009-07-12T08:27:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T08:54:46.844-04:00</updated><title type='text'>7 meses!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SlnZqs7TXQI/AAAAAAAAAzc/VOleO0ge_ZY/s1600-h/aliancas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357552559371541762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SlnZqs7TXQI/AAAAAAAAAzc/VOleO0ge_ZY/s400/aliancas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Há aproximadamente sete meses eu fiz uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://essencianoar.blogspot.com/2008/12/100.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;escolha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Na verdade nem foi tanto uma escolha, já que aquilo praticamente foi um sequestro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aquela velha armadilha e ele me capturou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Escolhi viver alguém complicado. Dengoso, carente, não fica calado, ciumento, pra completar, com fantasmas, estava com o coração em pedaços. Devo admitir que não foi muito difícil colar os pedaços, e acho que na verdade foi até mais fácil, pois encaixamos nossas cicatrizes, escondemos elas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Encaixamos amor. Sim, preciso admitir, ele é o melhor namorado que eu tive em todos esse 21 anos de vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hoje estava a conversar com uma amiga no msn e numa breve reflexão disse: Completo amanhã sete meses, sete meses que não sei o que é ficar ou pensar em  outra pessoa. (Ela se espantou e deu risada não vou citar o nome pra não expor ela, já que comprometida.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O melhor ainda não disse: "Não sinto falta de nada". Me sinto completa, cuidada, respeitada, amada e amada como ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Isso meus amigos e amigas, é uma raridade, uma jóia que não se encontra todo dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não é à toa que o chamo de meu precioso. ( Confesso acabei de imaginar mais um apelido carinhoso pra ele, que tal, minha caixinha de diamantes?meio gay né?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Indiscutivelmente, ele me faz ser melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Preciso dizer, tô querendo mais 7 meses desses viu Sr. Ton, quero toda a eternidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ate quando respirar, pedirei mais tá?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Um beijo meu amado, e felicidades comigo! Ai ai ai como to convencida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OBS:  Essa semana pensei: Nem vou lembrar ele que segunda vamos fazer sete meses pra ver se ele lembra,  algumas horas depois ele diz: Amor vamos fazer 7 meses segunda né?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hahaha, que lindo ele lembra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sarah Paixão do Ton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-3045168280491906570?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/3045168280491906570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/7-meses.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/3045168280491906570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/3045168280491906570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/7-meses.html' title='7 meses!'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SlnZqs7TXQI/AAAAAAAAAzc/VOleO0ge_ZY/s72-c/aliancas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-5034309069953725563</id><published>2009-07-12T07:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T08:08:08.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu tudo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SlnQb6Nq1QI/AAAAAAAAAzU/n3i2ri8xj-k/s1600-h/Just_one_Kiss_by_mindlesspuppettoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357542409635550466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SlnQb6Nq1QI/AAAAAAAAAzU/n3i2ri8xj-k/s320/Just_one_Kiss_by_mindlesspuppettoy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E sentada hoje eu tento te escrever mais uma entre tantos posts que já te escrev . Sei que preciso dizer algo, só não sei o quê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Poderia dizer que mesmo depois de seis meses, eu ainda continuo uma boba apaixonada, que perco a fala quando me olha com esses olhos verdes cheios de vida, o quanto ainda é meu melhor amigo, que com inteira confiança te entreguei meu segredo mais intímo, poderia dizer pela milésima vez que eu não tenho medo de te perder, o quanto eu amo você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mas isso tudo você já sabe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sabe amor, nessa manhã tudo que eu mais desejo é ter teu abraço forte, seu sorriso de menino e teu beijo quente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vivo na espera de compartilhar dias inteiros com você, dias em que dividiremos o mesmo cobertor, brigaremos por canais diferentes na tv, dias em que você reclamará de tanto esperar sentado no sofá por conta dos meus atrasos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Em meio a todas essas esperas, vontades e sonhos, eu também conto e sei que isso está  nos seus planos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Só levo uma certeza, eu ainda luto por sonhos, por esse sonho e sei que você tambem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não tenho a menor pretensão de manter meus pés no chão nesse momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu quero voar. Sendo a dois, melhor ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Te quero arrumado, bagunçado, cheiroso ou suado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O maior verbo é QUERER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Contigo minha rotina ganha vida, é pensando em ti que abraço o travesseiro nas noites frias, que choro de saudade quando está longe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;É só você, só você o homem a quem me entrego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Perdoe minha fraqueza infantil e cinza, meus medos de menina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E por fim, agradeço por a cada dia me mostrar que a felicidade é feita de pequenas coisas, ensinar que os momentos são únicos e que tudo é válido quando feito com amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Obrigada pela tua força.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Acredite enão esqueça, eu te amo. Ser feliz é o preço que eu pago por ter você. Desejado da minha alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sarah Paixão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-5034309069953725563?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/5034309069953725563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/meu-tudo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/5034309069953725563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/5034309069953725563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/meu-tudo.html' title='Meu tudo....'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SlnQb6Nq1QI/AAAAAAAAAzU/n3i2ri8xj-k/s72-c/Just_one_Kiss_by_mindlesspuppettoy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-8388570802738667258</id><published>2009-07-12T07:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T07:51:10.401-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ele.... perguntou....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SlnOAB32roI/AAAAAAAAAzM/SI8IsNssS-Y/s1600-h/P1010063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357539731631943298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SlnOAB32roI/AAAAAAAAAzM/SI8IsNssS-Y/s200/P1010063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SlnMeWsAGrI/AAAAAAAAAzE/oahHZNHcLZQ/s1600-h/P1010063.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SlnMLOH18gI/AAAAAAAAAy8/TPIrv9QeGBQ/s1600-h/P1010048.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Namora comigo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Então, independente de qualquer coisa, te agradeço mais uma vez por todas as coisas boas que você trouxe para a minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Por fim: Eu te amo Ton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.templatesdalua.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&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/1503788475806890737-8388570802738667258?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/8388570802738667258/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/ele-perguntou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/8388570802738667258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/8388570802738667258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/ele-perguntou.html' title='Ele.... perguntou....'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SlnOAB32roI/AAAAAAAAAzM/SI8IsNssS-Y/s72-c/P1010063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-4084939441878313534</id><published>2009-07-12T06:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T07:36:12.631-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A pequena Aline sonhadora</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Era uma vez no ano de 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;a pequena &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aline&lt;/span&gt; sonhadora, conheceu em uma festa um rapaz chamado Diego, ambos trocaram seus números de telefone e sempre que podiam ficaram horas conversando, depois de algumas semanas, o jovem Diego pediu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aline&lt;/span&gt; em namoro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;E eles começaram a namorar, a pequena &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aline&lt;/span&gt; amava o jovem Diego, a tão ponto de ele ser o centro da vida dela, e sua alegria ser a alegria dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Ao contrário da pequena &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aline&lt;/span&gt; que era &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;estudiosa&lt;/span&gt;, moça de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;família&lt;/span&gt; e séria, o jovem Diego era mulherengo, vagabundo e 6 anos mais jovem que a pequena &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Aline&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Mas mesmo assim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Aline&lt;/span&gt; o amava, apesar de suas colegas não acreditarem que Diego sentia o mesmo por ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;A pequena &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Aline&lt;/span&gt; não sonhava apenas com aquele namoro, ela sonhava alto, queria casar com o jovem Diego, a  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;família de Aline&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;família&lt;/span&gt; de Diego e ate suas colegas, não acreditavam nesse namoro, e diziam entre si, que o Diego ainda iria trocar a pequena &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Aline&lt;/span&gt;, por uma moça mais bonita e que fosse para festas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Mais mesmo com tantas criticas a pequena &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Aline&lt;/span&gt; continuou acreditando nesse sonho, mesmo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ninguém&lt;/span&gt; apoiando ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;O jovem Diego que era vagabundo e mulherengo, não ia mais para festas, ficou fiel, ficou estudioso, e até ia pra igreja com a pequena &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Aline&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Apesar de tantas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;mudanças&lt;/span&gt;, as pessoas continuavam zombando e não acreditando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Foram se passando os anos.. e a pequena &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Aline&lt;/span&gt; continuava firme e forte em seus sonhos, sem desistir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Até que um belo dia, uma de suas amigas, Sarah recebeu o convite de casamento da pequena &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Aline&lt;/span&gt;, e não somente a Sarah, mais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Erykka&lt;/span&gt;, Simone, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Cimara&lt;/span&gt;, aquelas que não acreditavam nesse sentimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;E no dia 04/07/2009 2 anos e alguns meses depois, apesar de tantas pessoas, criticarem, não apoiarem, zombarem, jogar pedras, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;pequena&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Aline&lt;/span&gt; sonhadora, não era mais a Pequena &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Aline&lt;/span&gt; Sonhadora, pois ela mostrou a todos que sonhar e não desistir, vale a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Só assim todos viram o quanto eles realmente se amavam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357532225589145074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SlnHLHry7fI/AAAAAAAAAyc/sb0QfOz2Z3M/s400/P1010063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357532235227245042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SlnHLrlsqfI/AAAAAAAAAy0/6zgy2eLBCdU/s400/P1010092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SlnHLh6tgDI/AAAAAAAAAys/dj2wNLB44zw/s1600-h/P1010079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357532232631025714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SlnHLh6tgDI/AAAAAAAAAys/dj2wNLB44zw/s400/P1010079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SlnHLfqGIxI/AAAAAAAAAyk/-dPxVBj74H0/s1600-h/P1010077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357532232024466194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SlnHLfqGIxI/AAAAAAAAAyk/-dPxVBj74H0/s400/P1010077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Aline&lt;/span&gt;, eu te acompanhei nesse namoro tão sofrido, limpei tuas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;, escutei teus lamentos, tuas angustias, teus medos, tuas alegrias, tuas primeiras loucuras e até  quando tu se sentia tão sozinha e queria desistir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Você é um exemplo pra mim  e isso me mostra que realmente sonhar e acreditar no sonho, as coisas realmente acontecem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estou orgulhosa de você, você e Diego são vencedores e de todo meu coração, Deus abençoe esse casal tão lindo e precioso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu te amo minha amiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Desculpa pela historia um pouco mal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;contada&lt;/span&gt;, mais toda vez que eu lembro eu fico emocionad&lt;/span&gt;a*.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sarah Paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-4084939441878313534?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/4084939441878313534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/pequena-aline-sonhadora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/4084939441878313534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/4084939441878313534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/pequena-aline-sonhadora.html' title='A pequena Aline sonhadora'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SlnHLHry7fI/AAAAAAAAAyc/sb0QfOz2Z3M/s72-c/P1010063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-2940312353232691257</id><published>2009-07-07T18:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:41:05.119-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SlPOsu1UMBI/AAAAAAAAAx0/CWuXTLyt5jo/s1600-h/Where_Does_He_Go____art_by_emmil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355851649754869778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SlPOsu1UMBI/AAAAAAAAAx0/CWuXTLyt5jo/s320/Where_Does_He_Go____art_by_emmil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SlPN9x2br5I/AAAAAAAAAxs/8LZrREUjLHk/s1600-h/the_river_knows___by_m0thyyku.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;DESEJADO DE MINHA ALMA!&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/1503788475806890737-2940312353232691257?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/2940312353232691257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/desejado-de-minha-alma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/2940312353232691257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/2940312353232691257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/desejado-de-minha-alma.html' title=''/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SlPOsu1UMBI/AAAAAAAAAx0/CWuXTLyt5jo/s72-c/Where_Does_He_Go____art_by_emmil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-4504709781820949031</id><published>2009-07-04T09:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T09:11:21.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Antes de você....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sk9U5t3_E0I/AAAAAAAAAw8/GPuxz1pbwwo/s1600-h/23-05-08_1736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354591832510501698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sk9U5t3_E0I/AAAAAAAAAw8/GPuxz1pbwwo/s200/23-05-08_1736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Compara meu ANTES DO TON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Escrevi esse post em dezembro de 2008 em uma quinta feira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Quero colo&lt;br /&gt;Quero chorar&lt;br /&gt;Quero desistir&lt;br /&gt;Mais essa esperança, não me permite que eu tenha esse privilegio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sem mais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sarah Paixão&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/1503788475806890737-4504709781820949031?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/4504709781820949031/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/antes-de-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/4504709781820949031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/4504709781820949031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/antes-de-voce.html' title='Antes de você....'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sk9U5t3_E0I/AAAAAAAAAw8/GPuxz1pbwwo/s72-c/23-05-08_1736.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-2405776862442127660</id><published>2009-07-04T08:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T08:55:01.595-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ontem...hoje e sempre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sk9N4dw716I/AAAAAAAAAw0/zyYl9rNI27o/s1600-h/Kiss_by_Phenix_Land.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354584114424698786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sk9N4dw716I/AAAAAAAAAw0/zyYl9rNI27o/s400/Kiss_by_Phenix_Land.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;eu quero um beijo, um abraço, um colo, um cafuné e um amasso. somos amigos tu me disse. minhas expectativas, sendo assim, suponho que serão alteradas. talvez um beijo e um aperto de mão, talvez um aperto de mão ou então só um oi. desde aquele dia, foi-se 1 ano e  seis meses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;tola. fui tua, tua, todos os meus sentimentos tão somente teus por um ano e mais um pouco. pode parecer besteira ou tempo raso. seria pra qualquer um, mas não pra mim que nunca me mantive apaixonada por ninguém por mais de duas semanas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;cara, tu foi e é muito importante pra mim. tu realmente me viu crescer, me viu pirar, chorar, morrer de ódio e arder de amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;o ano que passou pra mim foi muito mais do que 'o ano passado', foi um aprendizado, uma busca cotidiana pra me manter dentro de ti e tu de mim. todos me disseram que não daria certo, que não existe amor a quase 100 km de distância, mas nós provamos que sim, que é possível sim e que quem diz que não foi porque nunca foi mordido pelo amor que eu e tu provamos um pelo outro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;foi-se o ano passado. por ironia do destino, do acaso, do improvável, eu decidi mudar minha vida 31 de Dezembro e tu a tua. o encerramento com chave de ouro0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; Hoje depois de tantos "nãos" que negamos a nos mesmo e a nosso sentimento, eu sou somente TUA e TU meu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ontem você era apenas um simples amigo, hoje e amanhã você é MEU amado amor e eu TUA pequena amada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu te daria a menina dos meus olhos só pra te provar como eu te amo, sem ti eu morreria  pois sem ti não existe nada, apenas o vazio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Será que isso tenta explicar um pouco do quanto sou tua e sem ti não vivo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Se não for você amor, não será mais ninguém, já tava escrito... meu passado foi pesado, medido e considerado insuficiente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu te amo vida minha! Você é meu SOL!&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Sarah Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-2405776862442127660?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/2405776862442127660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/ontemhoje-e-sempre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/2405776862442127660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/2405776862442127660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/07/ontemhoje-e-sempre.html' title='Ontem...hoje e sempre...'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sk9N4dw716I/AAAAAAAAAw0/zyYl9rNI27o/s72-c/Kiss_by_Phenix_Land.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-1200695188798403779</id><published>2009-07-04T01:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T01:21:16.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sk7mY-RTTZI/AAAAAAAAAws/gd6GbQWSFeI/s1600-h/no_time_for_feet___by_m0thyyku.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354470323696913810" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Skqd7h8w_6I/AAAAAAAAAwU/yXVir_Z_IgQ/s320/aa_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Fizeste-nos para Ti e inquieto está nosso coração enquanto não repousa em TI”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estar com o Senhor, descansar Nele, receber Dele todo cuidado e provisão é a ordem para nos dois esta semana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estamos acostumados a tomar a frente de tudo, de todas as decisões. Somos criados assim: se não fizermos as coisas por nós mesmos não iremos a lugar algum. Esta independência que nos é tão necessária humanamente se torna totalmente prejudicial se aplicada à vida espiritual. Quando decidimos andar independentes também do Espírito Santo, esperando que Ele apenas faça o que nós achamos melhor, nos cansamos, desgastamos nossa espiritualidade e acabamos por nos tornar árvores sem vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Como nos ensina a Palavra: Se o SENHOR não edificar a casa, em vão trabalham os que a edificam; se o SENHOR não guardar a cidade, em vão vigia a sentinela. (Salmo 127,1), todas as coisas precisam fluir em Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A nossa vida precisa estar em sintonia com o Espírito Santo, ou nossas forças serão desperdiçadas em vão.&lt;br /&gt;É do Senhor que recebemos o Sim para nossos projetos. É o Senhor quem tem poder de abrir e fechar portas. Nosso esforço é vão se não estamos de acordo com a vontade do Senhor para nós, Ele que sabe qual o caminho para sermos felizes e realizados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O Senhor conhece os anseios de cada um de nós, sabe nossos sonhos, nossos desejos e sabe, muito melhor do que nós, como alcançá-los.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Realmente, quando estamos longe do Senhor, sentimos nosso coração inquieto, inseguro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nossa visão é muito limitada para termos certeza de onde estamos indo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Certeza que temos quando estamos com Jesus, Aquele que é, que era e sempre será, conhecedor de todas as coisas. Às vezes, penso que falamos tanto isso: Ele sabe todas as coisas, mas quando nos deparamos com algo imprevisível, quando temos que tomar decisões importantes, abandonamos essa convicção e não perguntamos ao Senhor o que fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Esta semana quero fazer junto contigo o exercício de descansar em Deus e deixar que Ele nos mostre o que fazer, que decisões tomar, que caminho seguir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Veremos, com certeza, que caminhar com o Senhor é muito mais prazeroso e seguro. Experimentaremos com que paz caminham os que esperam totalmente em Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fica o Salmo 22 (23), O Bom Pastor, como nossa oração e declaração de confiança em nosso Amado Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sarah Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503788475806890737-886266921866436915?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/886266921866436915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/06/repousar-em-ti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/886266921866436915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/886266921866436915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/06/repousar-em-ti.html' title='Repousar em TI.'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Skqd7h8w_6I/AAAAAAAAAwU/yXVir_Z_IgQ/s72-c/aa_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503788475806890737.post-1327329364614608523</id><published>2009-06-30T18:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:59:56.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Borboletas.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SkqYmYDWOQI/AAAAAAAAAwM/NgK9TgDKc1Y/s1600-h/borboletas_e_icebergs_by_mo_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353258892142196994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SkqYmYDWOQI/AAAAAAAAAwM/NgK9TgDKc1Y/s400/borboletas_e_icebergs_by_mo_a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;'Não corra atrás das borboletas'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ouço essa frase há muitos anos, mas nunca uma relação com os acontecimentos reais tinha sido feita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Por muito tempo a corrida pelas borboletas foi incessante, e nada acontecia como o planejado e esperado.&lt;br /&gt;Então de um dia para o outro resolvi agir diferente, ser diferente. Parei de planejar, parei de esperar e parei de correr atrás das borboletas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Comecei a cultivar um jardim, a preservá-lo para que elas viessem até ele. Chutei o pau da barraca e fui ser feliz da melhor forma e como eu sabia.&lt;br /&gt;E quando não esperava mais nada do tempo, ele chegou de forma inesperada e caudalosa, mostrando que ele é capaz e faz tudo direitinho, certinho, nós é que somos precipitados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E o meu jardim ficou repleto de borboletas, as mais coloridas, volateantes e vibrantes.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo é nosso amigo e me trouxe a melhor e mais bonita borboleta que uma pessoa deseja sempre ter em seu jardim. O Amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E se me perguntarem se estou apaixonada, digam que não. Que paixão é muito pouco pelo que sinto por ele.Amor, eu te daria a menina dos meus olhos! Eu te amo amado!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sarah Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.templatesdalua.com/" target="_blank"&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/1503788475806890737-1327329364614608523?l=mywordred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/feeds/1327329364614608523/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/06/borboletas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/1327329364614608523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503788475806890737/posts/default/1327329364614608523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordred.blogspot.com/2009/06/borboletas.html' title='Borboletas.....'/><author><name>Castilho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741516808539770209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/Sg9FveTOt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hPJxu4tLcxE/S220/DSC02428.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atFcBi_Wze4/SkqYmYDWOQI/AAAAAAAAAwM/NgK9TgDKc1Y/s72-c/borboletas_e_icebergs_by_mo_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
