<?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-1662137419670944417</id><updated>2011-07-28T07:27:25.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Com açucar com afeto</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Com açucar com afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-48557279609095847</id><published>2010-09-03T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T11:53:03.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pixão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/TIE8VGKlVaI/AAAAAAAAAO8/iK8XCCMMO8U/s1600/100_anos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/TIE8k8gqT6I/AAAAAAAAAPE/5vL7LcCqySI/s1600/100.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/TIE8k8gqT6I/AAAAAAAAAPE/5vL7LcCqySI/s320/100.jpeg" /&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/1662137419670944417-48557279609095847?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/48557279609095847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=48557279609095847' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/48557279609095847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/48557279609095847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='Pixão'/><author><name>Com açucar com afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/TIE8k8gqT6I/AAAAAAAAAPE/5vL7LcCqySI/s72-c/100.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-7967424050662482009</id><published>2010-08-26T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T07:09:56.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DICA DE FILME.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/THZ08QzZjSI/AAAAAAAAAO0/o4R8yCJOW2A/s1600/saneamento.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/THZ08QzZjSI/AAAAAAAAAO0/o4R8yCJOW2A/s320/saneamento.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Os moradores de Linha Cristal, uma pequena  vila de descendentes de  colonos italianos localizada na serra gaúcha,  reúnem-se para tomar  providências a respeito da construção de uma fossa  para o tratamento do  esgoto. Eles elegem uma comissão, que é  responsável por fazer o pedido  junto à sub-prefeitura. A secretária da  prefeitura reconhece a  necessidade da obra, mas informa que não terá  verba para realizá-la até o  final do ano. Entretanto, a prefeitura  dispõe de quase R$ 10 mil para a  produção de um vídeo. Este dinheiro  foi dado pelo governo federal e, se  não for usado, será devolvido em  breve. Surge então a idéia de usar a  quantia para realizar a obra e  rodar um vídeo sobre a própria obra, que  teria o apoio da prefeitura.  Porém a retirada da quantia depende da  apresentação de um roteiro e de  um projeto do vídeo, além de haver a  exigência que ele seja de ficção.  Desta forma os moradores se reúnem  para elaborar um filme, que seria  estrelado por um mostro que vive nas  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;obras de construção de uma fossa.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Muito bom... é pra morrer de rir)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662137419670944417-7967424050662482009?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/7967424050662482009/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=7967424050662482009' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/7967424050662482009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/7967424050662482009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/2010/08/dica-de-filme.html' title='DICA DE FILME.'/><author><name>Com açucar com afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/THZ08QzZjSI/AAAAAAAAAO0/o4R8yCJOW2A/s72-c/saneamento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-700306411784392589</id><published>2010-08-13T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T16:35:17.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'></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/_krDtdjn0fPw/TGXVpmVtjYI/AAAAAAAAANI/6X0XVPMGGGs/s1600/aurora_colheita_tardia-73x150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 73px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/TGXVpmVtjYI/AAAAAAAAANI/6X0XVPMGGGs/s400/aurora_colheita_tardia-73x150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505041030173265282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Dica de vinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Vinho de Sobremesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;     Vinhos de sobremesa, ou também conhecidos como simplesmente vinhos  doces, são aqueles que, conforme o próprio nome já demonstra, contam  com açúcares naturais das uvas depois de elaborados, tornando-se doces.  São diferentes, porém, dos chamados “vinhos suaves”, pois estes recebem  adição do açúcar ao final da elaboração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;(Vinho, Aurora-Colheita tardia)&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/1662137419670944417-700306411784392589?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/700306411784392589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=700306411784392589' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Não percaa esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Há milhões de pessoas aguardando os recursos de que voê dispõe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Não perca o bom humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Em qualquer acesso de irritação, ha sempre um suicidiozinho no campo de suas forças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Não perca a tolerância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;É muita gente a tolerá-lo naquilo que você ainda tam de indesejável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Não perca a serenidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;O probema podenão ser assim tão difícil quanto você pensa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Não perca a humildade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Além da planície, surge a montanha, e, depois dea montanha aparece o horizonteinfinito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Não perca o estudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;A propria morte é lição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Não perca a oportunidade de servir aos semelhantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Não perca tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Os dias voltam, mas os minutos são outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Não perca a paciência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Recorde a paciencia inesgotável de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662137419670944417-1162681423751523360?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/1162681423751523360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=1162681423751523360' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/1162681423751523360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/1162681423751523360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/2010/08/nao-perca-nao-percaa-esperanca.html' title=''/><author><name>Com açucar com afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/TGCVAAMGosI/AAAAAAAAANA/mRtY6TLvxps/s72-c/folha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-9188167588252327674</id><published>2010-08-08T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T19:01:29.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/TF9fp3nhKsI/AAAAAAAAAM4/WJGyhlDET_s/s1600/cerebro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 346px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/TF9fp3nhKsI/AAAAAAAAAM4/WJGyhlDET_s/s400/cerebro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503222442579012290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;DICA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;PARA UM CEREBRO EM FORMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;*Executar tarefas com a mão trocada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;*Cante uma canção enquanto escuta outra em voluma alto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;*Leia um livra de cabeça p/ baixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;*Cheire xaropa de baunilia enquanto ouve musica classica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;*Pegue bolinhas coloridas e separe em grupos de cores (uma por vez).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;*De olhos fechado, tire tudo de uma gaveta e coloque tudo no mesmo lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662137419670944417-9188167588252327674?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/9188167588252327674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-6177719510900103308</id><published>2010-08-08T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T18:46:25.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/TF9dkVZ-PVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/WeqKv3Day6s/s1600/folha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/TF9dkVZ-PVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/WeqKv3Day6s/s400/folha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503220148472790354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" class="fr0"&gt;No convívio com sábios e artistas facilmente nos  enganamos no sentido oposto: não é raro encontrarmos por detrás dum  sábio notável um homem medíocre, e muitas vezes por detrás de um artista  medíocre - um homem muito notável.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Friedrich_Nietzsche/" class="autor"&gt;Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;/a&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/1662137419670944417-6177719510900103308?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/6177719510900103308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=6177719510900103308' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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miseráveis&lt;br /&gt;Que vagam pelo mundo derrotados&lt;br /&gt;Pra essas sementes mal plantadas&lt;br /&gt;Que já nascem com cara de abortadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pras pessoas de alma bem pequena&lt;br /&gt;Remoendo pequenos problemas&lt;br /&gt;Querendo sempre aquilo que não têm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem vê a luz&lt;br /&gt;Mas não ilumina suas minicertezas&lt;br /&gt;Vive contando dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;E não muda quando é lua cheia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem não sabe amar&lt;br /&gt;Fica esperando&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que caiba no seu sonho&lt;br /&gt;Como varizes que vão aumentando&lt;br /&gt;Como insetos em volta da lâmpada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos pedir piedade&lt;br /&gt;Senhor, piedade&lt;br /&gt;Pra essa gente careta e covarde&lt;br /&gt;Vamos pedir piedade&lt;br /&gt;Senhor, piedade&lt;br /&gt;Lhes dê grandeza e um pouco de coragem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero cantar só para as pessoas fracas&lt;br /&gt;Que tão no mundo e perderam a viagem&lt;br /&gt;Quero cantar o blues&lt;br /&gt;Com o pastor e o bumbo na praça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos pedir piedade&lt;br /&gt;Pois há um incêndio sob a chuva rala&lt;br /&gt;Somos iguais em desgraça&lt;br /&gt;Vamos cantar o blues da piedade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos pedir piedade&lt;br /&gt;Senhor, piedade&lt;br /&gt;Pra essa gente careta e covarde&lt;br /&gt;Vamos pedir piedade&lt;br /&gt;Senhor, piedade&lt;br /&gt;Lhes dê grandeza e um pouco de coragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662137419670944417-1767309251549675031?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/1767309251549675031/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; color: black;"&gt;Belíssimo filme! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; color: black;"&gt;Retrata fielmente a vida desse homem iluminadíssimo que foi Chico Xavier. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; color: black; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Como seria bom se nos espelhássemos, um pouco ao menos, em seu viver aqui na Terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662137419670944417-6891330034860603006?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/6891330034860603006/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-4345733153282508717</id><published>2009-07-12T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T13:03:12.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/SlpARv6LLdI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/SGYSF-O60-s/s1600-h/mudanca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/SlpARv6LLdI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/SGYSF-O60-s/s400/mudanca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357665380373048786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Gosto de ver você dormir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Que nem criança com a boca aberta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; O telefone chega sexta-feira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Aperto o passo por causa da garoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Me empresta um par de meias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; A gente chega na sessão das dez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Hoje eu acordo ao meio-dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Amanhã é a sua vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Vem cá, meu bem, que é bom lhe ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; O mundo anda tão complicado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Que hoje eu quero fazer tudo por você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Temos que consertar o despertador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; E separar todas as ferramentas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Que a mudança grande chegou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Com o fogão e a geladeira e a televisão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Não precisamos dormir no chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Até que é bom, mas a cama chegou na terça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; E na quinta chegou o som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Sempre faço mil coisas ao mesmo tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; E até que é fácil acostumar-se com meu jeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Agora que temos nossa casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; é a chave que sempre esqueço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Vamos chamar nossos amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; A gente faz uma feijoada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Esquece um pouco do trabalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; E fica de bate-papo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Temos a semana inteira pela frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Você me conta como foi seu dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; E a gente diz um p'ro outro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; - Estou com sono, vamos dormir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Vem cá, meu bem, que é bom lhe ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; O mundo anda tão complicado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Que hoje eu quero fazer tudo por você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Quero ouvir uma canção de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Que fale da minha situação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; De quem deixou a segurança de seu mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Por amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/SlpARv6LLdI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/SGYSF-O60-s/s72-c/mudanca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-1617813066055972044</id><published>2009-06-01T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T19:34:10.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;"Não há nada que melhor defina uma pessoa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;do que  aquilo que ela faz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;quando tem toda a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;liberdade de escolha". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662137419670944417-1617813066055972044?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/1617813066055972044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=1617813066055972044' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/ShOD7NJtlWI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Cl9UxhwMDes/s1600-h/75627087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337755036530087266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/ShOD7NJtlWI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Cl9UxhwMDes/s400/75627087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;" Ilusion"&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:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Uma vez eu tive uma ilusão&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:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;E não soube o que fazer&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:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Não soube o que fazer&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:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Com ela&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:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Não soube o que fazer&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:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;E ela se foi&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:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Porque eu a deixei?&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:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Por que eu a deixei?&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:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Não sei&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:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu só sei que ela se foi&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:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mi corazón desde entonces&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:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;La llora diario&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:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;No portão&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:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Por ella no supe que hacery se me fue&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:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Porque la deje?&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:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Por que la deje?&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:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;No sé&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:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Solo sé que se me fue&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:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sei que tudo o que eu queria&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:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Deixei tudo o que eu queria&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:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Porque não me deixei tentar&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:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vivê-la feliz&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:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;É a ilusão de que volte&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:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;O que me faça feliz&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:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Faça viver&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:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Por ella no supe que hacer&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:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Y se me fue&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:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Porque la deje?&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:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Por que la deje?&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:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;No sé&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:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Solo sé que se me fue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&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:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;(Marisa Monte/Julieta Venegas)&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:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Maravilhosa"&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/1662137419670944417-6157280936007254675?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/6157280936007254675/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=6157280936007254675' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-6516014091020016232</id><published>2009-05-02T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T20:35:59.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/Sf0QP-A_n3I/AAAAAAAAAMA/zRnVCnVqfL8/s1600-h/casa-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331435400407785330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/Sf0QP-A_n3I/AAAAAAAAAMA/zRnVCnVqfL8/s400/casa-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Por mais longa que seja a caminhada&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:#3333ff;"&gt; o mais importante é dar o PRIMEIRO PASSO".&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;(Agora é pra valer - 02/05/2009)&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/1662137419670944417-6516014091020016232?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/6516014091020016232/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=6516014091020016232' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/6516014091020016232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/SfkaLWnKEwI/AAAAAAAAAL4/5OBE_80zsmM/s1600-h/daisies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330320416320393986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/SfkaLWnKEwI/AAAAAAAAAL4/5OBE_80zsmM/s400/daisies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Não sabemos da alma senão da nossa;&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:#3333ff;"&gt;As dos outros são olhares,&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:#3333ff;"&gt;são gestos, &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:#3333ff;"&gt;são palavras, &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:#3333ff;"&gt;com a suposição de qualquer semelhança no fundo.&lt;br /&gt;(Fernando Pessoa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662137419670944417-5551453898471692257?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/5551453898471692257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=5551453898471692257' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-6431962739977248660</id><published>2009-04-28T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:32:29.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/SffJpcYhxbI/AAAAAAAAALo/Ko5sCzBdntw/s1600-h/abra%C3%A7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329950397847160242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/SffJpcYhxbI/AAAAAAAAALo/Ko5sCzBdntw/s400/abra%C3%A7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;“Rir é arriscar-se a parecer tolo!&lt;br /&gt;Chorar é arriscar-se a parecer sentimental!&lt;br /&gt;Estender a mão aos outros é arriscar-se a se envolver!&lt;br /&gt;Mostrar os seus sentimentos é expor a sua humanidade!&lt;br /&gt;Expor suas idéias e sonhos diante do povo é arriscar a sua perda!&lt;br /&gt;Amar é arriscar-se a não ser amado!&lt;br /&gt;Tentar é arriscar-se ao fracasso!&lt;br /&gt;Mas os riscos têm que ser corridos, pois o maior perigo na vida é não arriscar nada.&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa que não arrisca nada,não faz nada,não tem nada e não é nada.&lt;br /&gt;Pode evitar o sofrimento e o pesar, mas não pode aprender, sentir,mudar,crescer,viver ou amar.&lt;br /&gt;Acorrentado por suas certezas e vícios, é um escravo.&lt;br /&gt;Sacrificou o seu maior predicado, que é a sua liberdade individual.&lt;br /&gt;Só a pessoa que arrisca é livre!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1662137419670944417-6431962739977248660?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/SffJpcYhxbI/AAAAAAAAALo/Ko5sCzBdntw/s72-c/abra%C3%A7.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-4252873111160529655</id><published>2009-04-28T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:56:55.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/SffP_-JUvdI/AAAAAAAAALw/SjxA9lWiNLg/s1600-h/mar+liberdade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329957381937085906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/SffP_-JUvdI/AAAAAAAAALw/SjxA9lWiNLg/s400/mar+liberdade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Um guerreiro da luz precisa de paciência e rapidez ao mesmo tempo.Os dois maiores erros de uma estratégia são: agir antes da hora, ou deixar que a oportunidade passe longe; para evitar isto, o guerreiro trata cada situação como se fosse única, e não aplica fórmulas, receitas ou opiniões alheias."&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/1662137419670944417-4252873111160529655?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/4252873111160529655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=4252873111160529655' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/4252873111160529655'/><link rel='self' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/SfHOfP3mrjI/AAAAAAAAALg/kUA_1dxSDnM/s1600-h/sossego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328266870387027506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/SfHOfP3mrjI/AAAAAAAAALg/kUA_1dxSDnM/s400/sossego.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;São sorrisos largos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Lagos repletos de azul &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os corações atentos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ventos do Sul &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;São visões abertas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Certas despertas pra luz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A emoção alerta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que nos conduz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonhos aventuras Juras promessas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dessas que um dia acontecerão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você me daria a mão?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todos esses versos soltos dispersos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No meu novo universo serão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Palavras do coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;São os artifícios&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;V&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ícios deixando de ser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os velhos compromissos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra esquecer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;São pontos de vista&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma conquista comum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O mesmo pé na estrada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De cada um&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bruna Caram - Palavras do coração)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Com açucar com afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/SfHOfP3mrjI/AAAAAAAAALg/kUA_1dxSDnM/s72-c/sossego.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-661590945202828794</id><published>2009-04-12T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:17:16.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/SeKtwm5hXVI/AAAAAAAAALY/U2ho09BE3sg/s1600-h/Mulher_triste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324008760092482898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/SeKtwm5hXVI/AAAAAAAAALY/U2ho09BE3sg/s400/Mulher_triste.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Deus permitiu a existência das quedas d'água para aprendermos quanta força de trabalho e renovação podemos extrair de nossas próprias quedas.&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:#3366ff;"&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:#3366ff;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;""Pode ser a vida te mostrando a hora de novos rumos, e quando Deus permite esses acontecimentos é que vc é uma pessoa privilegiada e capaz de aprender a liçao para um futuro melhor , pense nisso""   &lt;br /&gt;&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/1662137419670944417-661590945202828794?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/661590945202828794/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=661590945202828794' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/661590945202828794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/661590945202828794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/2009/04/deus-permitiu-existencia-das-quedas.html' title=''/><author><name>Com açucar com afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/SeKtwm5hXVI/AAAAAAAAALY/U2ho09BE3sg/s72-c/Mulher_triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-30516040826146970</id><published>2009-04-11T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T17:41:34.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/SeE2VpfXX_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/gc771qZvIng/s1600-h/liberdade-estrada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323595980071198706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/SeE2VpfXX_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/gc771qZvIng/s400/liberdade-estrada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Estou firmemente convencido que só se perde a liberdade por culpa da própria fraqueza.&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:#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="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="color:#993399;"&gt;Apenas é igual a outro quem prova sê-lo e apenas é digno da liberdade quem a sabe conquistar.&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:#993399;"&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:#993399;"&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:#000099;"&gt;Se a liberdade significa alguma coisa, será sobretudo o direito de dizer às outras pessoas o que elas não querem ouvir.&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:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662137419670944417-30516040826146970?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/SeE2VpfXX_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/gc771qZvIng/s72-c/liberdade-estrada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-7012392658400406653</id><published>2009-04-10T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T08:27:05.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/Sd9khOu2sqI/AAAAAAAAALI/qB9Cx9i62KI/s1600-h/untitled000.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323083806628295330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/Sd9khOu2sqI/AAAAAAAAALI/qB9Cx9i62KI/s400/untitled000.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Vida são deveres que trouxemos para fazer em casa.&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, já são seis horas...&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, já é sexta-feira...&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, já é natal...&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, já terminou o ano...&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, já não sabemos mais por onde andam nossos amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, perdemos o amor da nossa vida.&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, passaram-se 50 anos.&lt;br /&gt;Agora é tarde demais para ser reprovado.&lt;br /&gt;Se me fosse dado um dia, uma oportunidade, eu nem olhava o relógio.&lt;br /&gt;Seguiria sempre em frente e iria jogando, pelo caminho, a casca dourada e inútil das horas.&lt;br /&gt;Seguraria todos os meus amigos, que já não sei onde e como estão, e diria: vocês são extremamente importantes para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Seguraria o meu amor, que está, há muito, à minha frente e diria: Eu te amo.Desta forma, eu digo: não deixe de fazer algo que gosta devido à falta de tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe de ter alguém ao seu lado, ou de fazer algo por puro medo de ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;A única falta que terá, será desse tempo que infelizmente...não voltará mais.&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:#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-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;(Mario Quintana)&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/1662137419670944417-7012392658400406653?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/7012392658400406653/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-8308497110554576116</id><published>2009-03-31T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T08:11:28.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/SdLO044z1oI/AAAAAAAAALA/1KmV4wl6c2o/s1600-h/earth-in-hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319541517897160322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/SdLO044z1oI/AAAAAAAAALA/1KmV4wl6c2o/s400/earth-in-hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Planeta sonho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aqui ninguém mais ficará depois do sol&lt;br /&gt;No final será o que não sei mas será&lt;br /&gt;Tudo demais, nem o bem, nem o mal, só o brilho calmo dessa luz&lt;br /&gt;O planeta calma será Terra, o planeta sonho será Terra&lt;br /&gt;E lá no fim daquele mar a minha estrela vai se apagar&lt;br /&gt;Como brilhou, fogo solto no caos&lt;br /&gt;Aqui também é bom lugar de se viver&lt;br /&gt;Bom lugar será o que não sei mas será&lt;br /&gt;Algo a fazer, bem melhor que a canção mais bonita que alguém lembrar&lt;br /&gt;A harmonia será Terra, a dissonância será bela&lt;br /&gt;E lá no fim daquele azul os meus acordes vão terminar&lt;br /&gt;Não haverá outro som pelo ar&lt;br /&gt;O planeta sonho será Terra, a dissonância será bela&lt;br /&gt;E lá no fim daquele mar a minha estrela vai se apagar&lt;br /&gt;Como brilhou, fogo solto no caos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Você não acredita??? Eu acredito!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662137419670944417-8308497110554576116?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/8308497110554576116/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=8308497110554576116' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/8308497110554576116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/8308497110554576116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/2009/03/planeta-sonho-aqui-ninguem-mais-ficara.html' title=''/><author><name>Com açucar com afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/SdLO044z1oI/AAAAAAAAALA/1KmV4wl6c2o/s72-c/earth-in-hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-5275436889539402929</id><published>2009-03-28T19:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T20:17:22.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/Sc7mZFjqb6I/AAAAAAAAAK4/5FAzhhpSP2M/s1600-h/cidd+do+sol.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318441528634011554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/Sc7mZFjqb6I/AAAAAAAAAK4/5FAzhhpSP2M/s400/cidd+do+sol.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SINOPSE:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A cidade do sol conta a história de Mariam e Laila. Duas mulheres muito diferentes que se encontram em meio ao caos da intolerância, das tradições distorcidas, da guerra contra tudo o que genuinamente somos. São protagonistas unidas para sempre pelo desejo de superar o sofrimento e o medo, vencer a opressão e encontrar a felicidade. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(eu recomendo... é uma historia maravilhosa que nos faz rever nossos conceitos de felicidade e tranquilidade).&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/1662137419670944417-5275436889539402929?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/5275436889539402929/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=5275436889539402929' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/5275436889539402929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/5275436889539402929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/2009/03/sinopse-cidade-do-sol-conta-historia-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Com açucar com afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/Sc7mZFjqb6I/AAAAAAAAAK4/5FAzhhpSP2M/s72-c/cidd+do+sol.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-8789323170830250657</id><published>2009-03-28T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T08:08:23.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/Sc7iCivV8lI/AAAAAAAAAKw/eeBzxrma8Lg/s1600-h/mao+dadas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318436743284126290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/Sc7iCivV8lI/AAAAAAAAAKw/eeBzxrma8Lg/s400/mao+dadas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;As pessoas entram em nossas vidas por acaso, mas não é por acaso que elas permanecem".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(vc é muito especial pra mim, e vamos superar tudo com merito, e tirar os ensinamentos com sabedoria... te adoro)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662137419670944417-8789323170830250657?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/8789323170830250657/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=8789323170830250657' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/8789323170830250657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/8789323170830250657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-pessoas-entram-em-nossas-vidas-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Com açucar com afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/Sc7iCivV8lI/AAAAAAAAAKw/eeBzxrma8Lg/s72-c/mao+dadas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-4191061957308953123</id><published>2009-03-26T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:26:53.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                            DICA DE FILME:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/ScxFq9gZ6MI/AAAAAAAAAKo/H8mY5eqcV3A/s1600-h/osomdocoracao1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317701864385013954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/ScxFq9gZ6MI/AAAAAAAAAKo/H8mY5eqcV3A/s400/osomdocoracao1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                              &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;   MARAVILHOSO!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"A música é celeste, de natureza divina e de tal beleza que encanta a alma e a eleva acima da sua condição".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Aristoteles)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662137419670944417-4191061957308953123?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/4191061957308953123/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=4191061957308953123' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/4191061957308953123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/4191061957308953123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Com açucar com afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/ScxFq9gZ6MI/AAAAAAAAAKo/H8mY5eqcV3A/s72-c/osomdocoracao1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-976038003535138601</id><published>2009-03-24T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T06:54:24.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/SclC6S0vKXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Am36FDee7X8/s1600-h/ZIQUINHO3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316854404340459890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/SclC6S0vKXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Am36FDee7X8/s400/ZIQUINHO3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Quando a saudade mareja meus olhos e me arranca soluços do coração. olho para o céu, de lá você sorri guiando meus passos até o dia do eterno encontro". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(O dia foi dificil pra todos aqui hoje... sentimos muita saudades de ti irmão!!!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662137419670944417-976038003535138601?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/976038003535138601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=976038003535138601' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/976038003535138601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/976038003535138601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/2009/03/quando-saudade-mareja-meus-olhos-e-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Com açucar com afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/SclC6S0vKXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Am36FDee7X8/s72-c/ZIQUINHO3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-6781887617935288383</id><published>2009-03-22T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:43:24.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/Scgejr8zbSI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J7dTHXMBslA/s1600-h/friedrich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316532958552878370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/Scgejr8zbSI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J7dTHXMBslA/s400/friedrich.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Quem só tem o espirito da historia não compreendeu a licão da vida e tem sempre de retoma-la. É em ti mesmo que se coloca o enigma da existencia, ninguem o pode resolver senão tu".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nietzsche&lt;/strong&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/1662137419670944417-6781887617935288383?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/6781887617935288383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=6781887617935288383' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/6781887617935288383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/6781887617935288383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/2009/03/quem-so-tem-o-espirito-da-historia-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Com açucar com afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/Scgejr8zbSI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J7dTHXMBslA/s72-c/friedrich.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-8912639012563605884</id><published>2009-03-21T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:46:57.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/ScXCNJCgX9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/xT3wLgN_RZA/s1600-h/mulher00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315868466201255890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/ScXCNJCgX9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/xT3wLgN_RZA/s400/mulher00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posso ter defeitos, viver ansioso e ficar irritado algumas vezes, mas não esqueço de que minha vida é a maior empresa do mundo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E que posso evitar que ela vá à falência. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser feliz é reconhecer que vale a pena viver, apesar de todos os desafios, incompreensões e períodos de crise. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser feliz é deixar de ser vítima dos problemas e se tornar um autor da própria história. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É atravessar desertos fora de si, mas ser capaz de encontrar um oásis no recôndito da sua alma. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É agradecer a Deus a cada manhã pelo milagre da vida. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser feliz é não ter medo dos próprios sentimentos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É saber falar de si mesmo. É ter coragem para ouvir um não. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É ter segurança para receber uma crítica, mesmo que injusta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Augusto Cury)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662137419670944417-8912639012563605884?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/8912639012563605884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=8912639012563605884' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/8912639012563605884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/8912639012563605884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/2009/03/posso-ter-defeitos-viver-ansioso-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Com açucar com afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/ScXCNJCgX9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/xT3wLgN_RZA/s72-c/mulher00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-7411265791946719637</id><published>2009-03-21T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:34:46.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/ScW9s_IuacI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ihxNaTi1zRY/s1600-h/450_b2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315863515740662210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/ScW9s_IuacI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ihxNaTi1zRY/s400/450_b2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No inicio, Eva não queria comer a maçã.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Come! Disse a serpente -E será como os anjos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Não! Respondeu Eva.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Teras o conhecimento do bem e do mal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Insistiu a víbora.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Não!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Seras imortal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Não!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Sera como Deus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Não, e não!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A serpente ja estava desesperada e não sabia o que fazer para que a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eva comesse a maçã. Ate que teve uma ideia. Ofereceu-lhe novamente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a fruta e disse:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Emagrece...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662137419670944417-7411265791946719637?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/7411265791946719637/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=7411265791946719637' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/7411265791946719637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/7411265791946719637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-inicio-eva-nao-queri-comer-maca.html' title=''/><author><name>Com açucar com afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/ScW9s_IuacI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ihxNaTi1zRY/s72-c/450_b2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-1799431351924312044</id><published>2009-03-20T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T06:23:41.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/ScOYVXXnYuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/KqDjRremkhA/s1600-h/table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315259478045057762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/ScOYVXXnYuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/KqDjRremkhA/s400/table.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Um sonho sonhado sozinho é só um sonho. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                          Mas um sonho sonhado junto é realidade".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1662137419670944417-1799431351924312044?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/1799431351924312044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=1799431351924312044' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/1799431351924312044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/1799431351924312044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/2009/03/um-sonho-sonhado-sozinho-e-so-um-sonho.html' title=''/><author><name>Com açucar com afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/ScOYVXXnYuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/KqDjRremkhA/s72-c/table.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-134543680873625994</id><published>2009-03-19T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:03:50.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/ScMVkYGlGHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6fAGy0Yjq54/s1600-h/humor047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315115699916839026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/ScMVkYGlGHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6fAGy0Yjq54/s400/humor047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662137419670944417-134543680873625994?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/134543680873625994/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=134543680873625994' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/134543680873625994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/134543680873625994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Com açucar com afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/ScMVkYGlGHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6fAGy0Yjq54/s72-c/humor047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-7939036179506278724</id><published>2009-03-19T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T14:22:54.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/SclOXLRc9CI/AAAAAAAAAKg/eZ0yPCbJ4nI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316866995157529634" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/SDXFnVCa7tI/AAAAAAAAAFU/F-_UTJvETW8/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/SDXEZlCa7sI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cIFuQ-ks-Kw/s1600-h/albert+einstein.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Poesia de um louco de boa memória"&lt;br /&gt;Era noite, o sol brilhava nas campinas dos verdes mares, então um velho moço, sentado numa pedra de pau, contemplava a natureza, do seu lado direito um cego lia jornal de cabeça para baixo. Atrás dele, um jacaré lia jornal á sua frente, pouco adiante, um elefante descansava em um pé de couve-flor. A sua direita bem a esquerda um mudo dizia: - Mundo tú és uma bola quadrada que gira parada! Navegando num barco sem fundo, sob as ondas de um rio sem água, um negro vestido nú, espunha ao vento sua linda cabeleira loira e dizia: - Prefira a morte do que perder a vida! Longe dali bem perto, em um bosque sem árvores, os passarinhos pastavam, enquanto isso as vacas voavam de seus ninhos. Ali perto bem longe, um carroceiro com um navio encalhado no asfalto, preto encolor, berrava baixinho: - Hei de caminhar voando por uma estrada longa, bem curta, onde as curvas são retas! No meio das trevas iluminadas, um homem careca, ficou com os cabelos arrepiados de ver os olhos fechados bem abertos de um morto-vivo Mais adiante, aqui, enquanto dois mudos cantavam, os surdos que não tinham nada pra fazer ficavam ouvindo. Assim estava escrito em um livro sem páginas: Os quatro poetas são três: Moisés e Elias. E assim termina a história que ainda não começou. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Loucura, loucura, loucura...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662137419670944417-7413056402179097900?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/7413056402179097900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=7413056402179097900' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/7413056402179097900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/7413056402179097900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/2008/05/poesia-de-um-louco-de-boa-memria-era.html' title=''/><author><name>Com açucar com afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/SDXFnVCa7tI/AAAAAAAAAFU/F-_UTJvETW8/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-1601193709581168809</id><published>2008-05-22T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T11:58:07.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/SDXAwVCa7rI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RTMB4BCKJEE/s1600-h/humor046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203276881010028210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/SDXAwVCa7rI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RTMB4BCKJEE/s400/humor046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662137419670944417-1601193709581168809?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/1601193709581168809/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=1601193709581168809' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/1601193709581168809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/1601193709581168809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Com açucar com afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/SDXAwVCa7rI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RTMB4BCKJEE/s72-c/humor046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-3205710415651497768</id><published>2008-05-22T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:26:59.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/SDW5A1Ca7qI/AAAAAAAAAE8/N2ZUTihqn_0/s1600-h/42-15320738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203268368384847522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/SDW5A1Ca7qI/AAAAAAAAAE8/N2ZUTihqn_0/s400/42-15320738.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IUUUUPPPPPP!!!!! FERIADO...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FOLGA... DIA INTERNACIONAL DE NÃO TIRAR O PIJAMA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;... QUE BOM FICAR EM CASA ASSISTINDO UM FILME COMENDO, COMENDO, COMENDO... E POR FALAR EM FILMINHO, PELA MILÉSIMA VEZ ... "BRILHO ETERNO DE UMA MENTE SEM LEMBRANÇAS". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662137419670944417-3205710415651497768?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/3205710415651497768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=3205710415651497768' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/3205710415651497768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/3205710415651497768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/2008/05/iuuuupppppp-feriado.html' title=''/><author><name>Com açucar com afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/SDW5A1Ca7qI/AAAAAAAAAE8/N2ZUTihqn_0/s72-c/42-15320738.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-970129438418108094</id><published>2008-05-11T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T13:30:23.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/SCdXQM3vYvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9n9JypoT2P4/s1600-h/seleÃ§Ã£o+Lu+062000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199220230667068146" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/ScOWB-9SE1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/t86qiVozPQA/s400/O+beijo+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/SCdNoc3vYtI/AAAAAAAAAEc/fSjlB9OKWqs/s1600-h/casal2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seu coração...&lt;br /&gt;Tem algo que nunca muda&lt;br /&gt;Mas que também não envelhece nunca&lt;br /&gt;Seu coração...&lt;br /&gt;Vá e entre por aquela porta ali&lt;br /&gt;Não tem caminho fácil não!&lt;br /&gt;É só dar um tempo que o amor&lt;br /&gt;Vem pra cada um&lt;br /&gt;Fique feliz, na boa e tudo vem&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca chove sem molhar&lt;br /&gt;É só dar um tempo que o amor&lt;br /&gt;Chega até você&lt;br /&gt;Seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Tem algo que nunca muda&lt;br /&gt;Mas que também&lt;br /&gt;Não envelhece nunca&lt;br /&gt;Seu coração...&lt;br /&gt;Sério, eu vejo tudo melhorar, lá&lt;br /&gt;É só bater na porta e abrir&lt;br /&gt;Bem que eu disse pra você que&lt;br /&gt;O amor vem pra cada um&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/1662137419670944417-5936803155939699188?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/5936803155939699188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=5936803155939699188' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/5936803155939699188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/5936803155939699188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/2008/05/seu-corao.html' title=''/><author><name>Com açucar com afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/ScOWB-9SE1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/t86qiVozPQA/s72-c/O+beijo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-571046336749872689</id><published>2008-03-21T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T14:02:53.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R-QhQ0KW0_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/-2R91iyeSS8/s1600-h/samsung-q40_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180302044146619378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R-QhQ0KW0_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/-2R91iyeSS8/s400/samsung-q40_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorrir, pelo menos umas quantas vezes ao dia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comer um quadradinho de chocolate ... ou equivalente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ler um bom livro.Adquirir uma exuberância ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sem ficar a lamentar o saldo bancário.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cantar, ou cantarolar, ainda que não se saiba a letra ou se desafine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Falar com um/a amigo/a que não se vê há muito tempo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rever fotografias em velhos albuns.Fazer planos para uma viagem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Experimentar a fazer algo que nunca tenhamos feito.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ter alguns momentos de silêncio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dançar, ao som da música do momento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caminhar descalça à beira mar.Saborear um copo do vinho preferido.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vestir uma roupa já com uns anos e verificar que ainda serve.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Partilhar um doce.Guardar um segredo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comprar um presente.Receber um abraço gratuitamente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reclamar. Em alto e bom som - liberta-se as energias negativas acumuladas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dedicar algum tempo às coisas de que se gosta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Visitar amigos/as.Sonhar bem alto, onde só a imaginação tem endereço. Escrever um e-mail onde só boas novas são permitidas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deitar para trás das costas aquele problema que nem é assim tão importante.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pintar as unhas de vermelho escarlate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encontrar no fundo de uma mala uma nota qualquer de euros.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fugir à rotina.Cuidar de quem necessita.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plantar um qualquerbolbo sem saber o que irá nascer. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ir ao cinema ou ao teatro.Acordar mais tarde ao fim-de-semana.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sair sem destino certo.Não ficar à espera da sorte, do acaso ou do destino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662137419670944417-571046336749872689?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/571046336749872689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=571046336749872689' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/571046336749872689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/571046336749872689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/2008/03/sorrir-pelo-menos-umas-quantas-vezes-ao.html' title=''/><author><name>Com açucar com afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R-QhQ0KW0_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/-2R91iyeSS8/s72-c/samsung-q40_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-3216353002266050060</id><published>2008-02-09T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T17:58:13.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R65YkARECAI/AAAAAAAAADc/SorS84d2lD4/s1600-h/prin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165163198210639874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R65YkARECAI/AAAAAAAAADc/SorS84d2lD4/s400/prin1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora eu era o herói e o meu cavalo só falava inglês &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A noiva do cowboy era você além das outras três &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu enfrentava os batalhões os alemães e seus canhões Guardava o meu bodoque &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E ensaiava um rock para as matinês&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu era o rei era o bedel e era também juiz &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E pela minha lei a gente era obrigada a ser feliz &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E você era a princesa que eu fiz coroar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E era tão linda de se admirar que andava nua pelo meu país&lt;br /&gt;Não, não fuja não finja que agora eu era o seu brinquedo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu era o seu pião o seu bicho preferido &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sim, me dê a mão a gente agora já não tinha medo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No tempo da maldade acho que a gente nem tinha nascido&lt;br /&gt;Agora era fatal que o faz-de-conta terminasse assim &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra lá deste quintal era uma noite que não tem mais fim &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois você sumiu no mundo sem me avisar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E agora eu era um louco a perguntar o que é que a vida vai fazer de mim .&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(João e Maria Sivuca - Chico Buarque/1977)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1662137419670944417-3216353002266050060?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/3216353002266050060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=3216353002266050060' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/3216353002266050060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/3216353002266050060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/2008/02/agora-eu-era-o-heri-e-o-meu-cavalo-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Com açucar com afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R65YkARECAI/AAAAAAAAADc/SorS84d2lD4/s72-c/prin1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-1060777947062927725</id><published>2008-02-02T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T16:04:49.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R6UAF4P7c2I/AAAAAAAAADU/366Oq6EGbTE/s1600-h/hauhuaha7ck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162532648848683874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R6UAF4P7c2I/AAAAAAAAADU/366Oq6EGbTE/s400/hauhuaha7ck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu poderia morrer agora, estou tão feliz. Nunca senti isso antes. Estou exatamente onde queria estar."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Feliz é o destino da inocente vestal!Esquecendo o mundo e sendo por ele esquecida. Brilho eterno de uma mente sem lembranças. Toda prece é ouvida, toda graça se alcança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Alexander Pope) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dica de filme...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse é um dos melhores, já perdi as contas de quantas vezes vi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662137419670944417-1060777947062927725?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/1060777947062927725/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=1060777947062927725' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/1060777947062927725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/1060777947062927725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/2008/02/eternal-sunshine-of-spotless-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Com açucar com afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R6UAF4P7c2I/AAAAAAAAADU/366Oq6EGbTE/s72-c/hauhuaha7ck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-270771279250507223</id><published>2008-01-26T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T16:58:20.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R5vW9IP7c0I/AAAAAAAAADA/j_zMA_v5H-k/s1600-h/negligencia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159954143757693762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R5vW9IP7c0I/AAAAAAAAADA/j_zMA_v5H-k/s400/negligencia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(DICA DE LIVRO)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Ele sabia que precisava adaptar-se mais rapido, porque se você não se adapta a tempo, talvez nunca venha a se adaptar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haw teve de admitir que o maior obstaculo à mudança esta dentro de você mesmo, e que nada melhora até você mudar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who moved my cheese?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Quem mecheu no meu queijo)&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/1662137419670944417-270771279250507223?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/270771279250507223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=270771279250507223' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/270771279250507223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/270771279250507223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/2008/01/dica-de-livro.html' title=''/><author><name>Com açucar com afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R5vW9IP7c0I/AAAAAAAAADA/j_zMA_v5H-k/s72-c/negligencia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-2142083530850441167</id><published>2008-01-26T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:26:11.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R5vTY4P7czI/AAAAAAAAAC4/4sv0B06selw/s1600-h/bellet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159950222452552498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R5vTY4P7czI/AAAAAAAAAC4/4sv0B06selw/s400/bellet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;             ... e pra cuidar do corpo, e tambem da mente... aulinhas de dança. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662137419670944417-2142083530850441167?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/2142083530850441167/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=2142083530850441167' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/2142083530850441167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/2142083530850441167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Com açucar com afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R5vTY4P7czI/AAAAAAAAAC4/4sv0B06selw/s72-c/bellet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-5427518405593620666</id><published>2008-01-26T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:25:23.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R5vRH4P7cyI/AAAAAAAAACw/RCcXc03_sRg/s1600-h/musica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159947731371520802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R5vRH4P7cyI/AAAAAAAAACw/RCcXc03_sRg/s400/musica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                      2008 cheio de novidades... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662137419670944417-5427518405593620666?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/5427518405593620666/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=5427518405593620666' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/5427518405593620666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/5427518405593620666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008-cheio-de-novidades.html' title=''/><author><name>Com açucar com afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R5vRH4P7cyI/AAAAAAAAACw/RCcXc03_sRg/s72-c/musica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-7854464553516913740</id><published>2008-01-01T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T13:10:32.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R3qr_COCUTI/AAAAAAAAACo/n-sjDFZwc4Q/s1600-h/champanheII.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150618223267434802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R3qr_COCUTI/AAAAAAAAACo/n-sjDFZwc4Q/s400/champanheII.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        Feliz 2008...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662137419670944417-7854464553516913740?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/7854464553516913740/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=7854464553516913740' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/7854464553516913740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/7854464553516913740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/2008/01/feliz-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>Com açucar com afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R3qr_COCUTI/AAAAAAAAACo/n-sjDFZwc4Q/s72-c/champanheII.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-4668146545644686581</id><published>2008-01-01T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T13:02:49.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R3qqNiOCUSI/AAAAAAAAACg/HfBopP2Dirg/s1600-h/texto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150616273352282402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R3qqNiOCUSI/AAAAAAAAACg/HfBopP2Dirg/s320/texto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662137419670944417-4668146545644686581?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/4668146545644686581/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=4668146545644686581' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/4668146545644686581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/4668146545644686581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Com açucar com afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R3qqNiOCUSI/AAAAAAAAACg/HfBopP2Dirg/s72-c/texto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-3142421725947728917</id><published>2008-01-01T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T12:27:42.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R3qhGSOCURI/AAAAAAAAACY/O9uIzvYsR_0/s1600-h/pes+com+meia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150606253193580818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R3qhGSOCURI/AAAAAAAAACY/O9uIzvYsR_0/s320/pes+com+meia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você lembra, lembra!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daquele tempo eu tinha &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estrelas nos olhos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um jeito de herói&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Era mais forte e veloz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que qualquer mocinho. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De cowboy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você lembra, lembra!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu costumava andar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bem mais de mil léguas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prá poder buscar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flores-de-maio azuis,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E os seus cabelos enfeitar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Água da fonte c&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ansei de beber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prá não envelhecer... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como quisesse &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;roubar da manhã&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um lindo pôr-de-sol... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje não colho mais &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as flores-de-maio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem sou mais veloz,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;como os heróis...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É! Talvez eu seja simplesmente c&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;omo um sapato velho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas ainda sirvo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;se você quiser &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;basta você me calçar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que eu aqueço o frio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dos seus pés...&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/1662137419670944417-3142421725947728917?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/3142421725947728917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=3142421725947728917' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/3142421725947728917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/3142421725947728917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/2008/01/voc-lembra-lembra-daquele-tempo-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Com açucar com afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R3qhGSOCURI/AAAAAAAAACY/O9uIzvYsR_0/s72-c/pes+com+meia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-5586489651570419466</id><published>2007-12-16T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T09:39:52.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R2VidCOCUPI/AAAAAAAAACI/bHsjfeE883k/s1600-h/niver1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144626400292131058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R2VidCOCUPI/AAAAAAAAACI/bHsjfeE883k/s320/niver1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PARABÉNS PARA MIM!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14/12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662137419670944417-5586489651570419466?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/5586489651570419466/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=5586489651570419466' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/5586489651570419466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/5586489651570419466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/2007/12/parabns-para-mim-1412.html' title=''/><author><name>Com açucar com afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R2VidCOCUPI/AAAAAAAAACI/bHsjfeE883k/s72-c/niver1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-7241279695445060660</id><published>2007-12-16T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T09:08:03.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Enquanto houver um louco, um poeta e um amante haverá sonho, amor e fantasia. E enquanto houver sonho, amor e fantasia, haverá esperança."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Sonho de uma noite de verão)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662137419670944417-7241279695445060660?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/7241279695445060660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=7241279695445060660' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/7241279695445060660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/7241279695445060660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/2007/12/enquanto-houver-um-louco-um-poeta-e-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Com açucar com afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-3312001026643468656</id><published>2007-12-16T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T12:32:37.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R2VY1COCUOI/AAAAAAAAACA/dphZ5ObfRf4/s1600-h/adversidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144615817492713698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R2VY1COCUOI/AAAAAAAAACA/dphZ5ObfRf4/s320/adversidade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acreditar:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No fundo, no fundo, tudo é uma questão de saber no que você acredita.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nos acreditamos em paixão, dedicação, entrega.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acreditamos em voz, acordo, troca de ideias.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nos acreditamos em ideias.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nós acreditamos em abraços, aperto de mão, gestos, gargalhadas, calor. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nós acreditamos no poder restaurador que um sorriso tem na vida das pessoas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por isso, nós sorrimos todo dia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nós acreditamos em céu, sol, lua, estrelas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nós acreditamos em tudo o que sente, vibra, xinga, grita. Nós acreditamos que muitas pessoas não sabem a tabuada de cabeça, mas acreditamos nelas mesmo assim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nós acreditamos no misterio, no que não se vê, na fé. Acreditamos em Deus. Nós acreditamos em confiança, união, reunião, amigos de infância, irmãos, familia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nós acreditamos na primeira tacada, na segunda tentativa e na ultima chance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nós acreditamos em música, sonhos, movimento, ação, emoção.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nós acreditamos que a lagrima é a emoção que transborda da alma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acreditamos em frio na barriga, amor a primeira vista, primeiro encontro. Nós acreditamos que cada instante é único, porque tudo o que é vivido com empolgação tem o sabor da primeira vez.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nós acreditamos no canto dos passaros, nos raios de sol, nas arvores, nassementes. Nós acreditamos que o plantio é opcional, mas a colheita é obrigatória.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nós acdreditamos em papai noel, coelho da páscoa. Porque nós acreditamos que todosainda são crianças por dentro. E nós acreditamos em crianças.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nós acreditamos em planos, improvisos, imaginação, razão e arte. Nós acreditamos que é possivel ter a cabeça nas nuvens, sem tirar os pés do chão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nós acreditamos em respeito, observação, tradição. Nós acreditamos que todos têm alguma lição a ensinar, mesmo que seja como aprender.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nós acreditamos que todos os problemas tem solução, que as coisas sempre podem melhorar. Nós acreditamos em brilho no ar e que, sem ele, nada vale a pena.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nós acreditamos que a vida vale a pena.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Café)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662137419670944417-3312001026643468656?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/3312001026643468656/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=3312001026643468656' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/3312001026643468656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/3312001026643468656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/2007/12/acreditar-no-fundo-no-fundo-tudo-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Com açucar com afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R2VY1COCUOI/AAAAAAAAACA/dphZ5ObfRf4/s72-c/adversidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-6697853021770860367</id><published>2007-11-20T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T18:53:04.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R65m8QRECGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/g4TPka4QFA8/s1600-h/casal2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165179007985256546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R65m8QRECGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/g4TPka4QFA8/s400/casal2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu quero a sorte de um amor tranquilo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com sabor de fruta mordida!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662137419670944417-6697853021770860367?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/6697853021770860367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=6697853021770860367' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/6697853021770860367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/6697853021770860367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/2007/11/eu-quero-sorte-de-um-amor-tranquilo_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Com açucar com afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R65m8QRECGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/g4TPka4QFA8/s72-c/casal2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-5616697133117193054</id><published>2007-11-20T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T18:47:55.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R65legRECFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vhr2XY46x-o/s1600-h/bear_rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165177397372520530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R65legRECFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vhr2XY46x-o/s400/bear_rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Imagem vale mais mil palavras."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R0ODlmXvwLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/I99dkQz3kzQ/s1600-h/boca00.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&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/1662137419670944417-5616697133117193054?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/5616697133117193054/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=5616697133117193054' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/5616697133117193054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/5616697133117193054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/2007/11/eu-quero-sorte-de-um-amor-tranquilo.html' title=''/><author><name>Com açucar com afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R65legRECFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vhr2XY46x-o/s72-c/bear_rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-2692386746305092976</id><published>2007-11-20T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T18:34:42.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R65iNARECEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/JUgtfj8xzkM/s1600-h/fts+p&amp;amp;b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165173798189926466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R65iNARECEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/JUgtfj8xzkM/s400/fts+p%26b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fala, estou pronto pra te ouvir, então chama.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se o mundo permitir a gente ama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ardendo essa paixão por dentro grita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixa o céu se abrir nesse momento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chora, põe pra fora essa vontade linda agora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como se existisse o amor ainda glória&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O caminho pode dar na mesma chama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O destino de quem ama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se eu soubesse que o amor te envaidesse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não teria dado a chance que eu te dei &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esse medo isso é comum à gente esquece &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais não tenha tanto orgulho assim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você pode ser melhor pra mim eu sei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero ver seu lado mais adulto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/1662137419670944417-2692386746305092976?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/2692386746305092976/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=2692386746305092976' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/2692386746305092976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/2692386746305092976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/2007/11/fala-estou-pronto-pra-te-ouvir-ento.html' title=''/><author><name>Com açucar com afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R65iNARECEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/JUgtfj8xzkM/s72-c/fts+p%26b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-8689303991102400099</id><published>2007-11-04T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T18:28:54.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOCE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/Ry30KfHc4rI/AAAAAAAAABM/OAURB8IgwnI/s1600-h/pink+donutCACA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129024011633484466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/Ry30KfHc4rI/AAAAAAAAABM/OAURB8IgwnI/s320/pink%2BdonutCACA.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doce saudade que fica em cada partida...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doces palavras de despedidas que ficam na memoria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doce liberdade de emoção &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assim... docê ... sem explicação!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662137419670944417-8689303991102400099?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/8689303991102400099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=8689303991102400099' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/8689303991102400099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/8689303991102400099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/2007/11/doce-saudade-que-fica-em-cada-partida.html' title='DOCE...'/><author><name>Com açucar com afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/Ry30KfHc4rI/AAAAAAAAABM/OAURB8IgwnI/s72-c/pink%2BdonutCACA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-6177483811346914894</id><published>2007-11-04T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:44:56.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COISAS DE GAVETA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/ScMQpGvHiAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5CHhg-NnwGg/s1600-h/typewriter_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315110283596236802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/ScMQpGvHiAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5CHhg-NnwGg/s400/typewriter_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R65fxQRECCI/AAAAAAAAADs/yIOzdZa_EKk/s1600-h/gavetarosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/Ry4Re_Hc4sI/AAAAAAAAABU/840AUYPAkVE/s1600-h/gaveta.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Fotos tremidas, poemas sem rima, papeis amassados, amos não ditos, rabiscos mal feitos, paginas de livros, rascunhos rasgados, projetos falidos, postal desbotado, letra de musica, enveloppe lacrado, carta não lida, lagrimas secas, sentimentos fechados, gaveta trancada, chave perdida."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662137419670944417-6177483811346914894?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/6177483811346914894/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=6177483811346914894' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/6177483811346914894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/6177483811346914894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/2007/11/coisas-de-gaveta.html' title='COISAS DE GAVETA'/><author><name>Com açucar com afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/ScMQpGvHiAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5CHhg-NnwGg/s72-c/typewriter_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662137419670944417.post-3340613143193723989</id><published>2007-11-04T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T18:12:48.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEJA BEM VINDO!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R65c_QRECBI/AAAAAAAAADk/q9rqyzwzstw/s1600-h/calda+de+coracao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165168064408586258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R65c_QRECBI/AAAAAAAAADk/q9rqyzwzstw/s400/calda+de+coracao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/Ry3vovHc4qI/AAAAAAAAABE/08tUjw9w07Y/s1600-h/DSCF1586.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MELHOR VISUALIZADO POR QUEM NÃO É CEGO... CHEGE MAIS , SEJA BEM VINDO!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;COM AÇUCAR, COM AFETO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1662137419670944417-3340613143193723989?l=comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/feeds/3340613143193723989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662137419670944417&amp;postID=3340613143193723989' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/3340613143193723989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662137419670944417/posts/default/3340613143193723989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comacucarcomafetto.blogspot.com/2007/11/melhor-visualizado-por-quem-no-cego.html' title='SEJA BEM VINDO!!!!'/><author><name>Com açucar com afeto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427391932497804321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krDtdjn0fPw/R65c_QRECBI/AAAAAAAAADk/q9rqyzwzstw/s72-c/calda+de+coracao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
