<?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-19883316</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:40:26.295-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PeNsAmEnToS, DuViDaS &amp; CoNcLuSõEs</title><subtitle type='html'>Pequenos fragmentos de uma MENTE pensante...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>* Milinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01538874735966700570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3156/1977/1600/IMG_0811.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19883316.post-6073620193572520643</id><published>2007-10-24T20:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:11:08.113-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No furacão da VIDA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgJUUyzOpw/Rx_apUmtZ1I/AAAAAAAAACI/0a0fPeQmepg/s1600-h/castelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125055304411473746" style="WIDTH: 505px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 470px" height="58" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgJUUyzOpw/Rx_apUmtZ1I/AAAAAAAAACI/0a0fPeQmepg/s320/castelo.jpg" width="93" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é algo surpreendente!&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes passamos com ela fases de pura calmaria, outras de angustias intermináveis_ pelo menos assim pensamos_, mas é quando achamos ter tudo sob o nosso controle que ela vem como um furacão e põe por terra todos as nossas “sólidas” convenções tão arduamente construídas...&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de termos recebido o direito do livre arbítrio ele está subjugado as predeterminações da&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;VIDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;tomadas totalmente fora do nosso consentimento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;destino&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seu fiel aliado sempre da um jeito de nos arrebatar de volta para realidade, sem aviso prévio e nos mostra o quanto somos vulneráveis e frágeis. E qual tamanha é a besteira de pensarmos ter o controle de “nossas” vidas, quando na verdade é&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A VIDA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;que tem controle sobre nos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas é esse furacão chamado VIDA que nos guia para sensações mais incríveis, e é justamente o fato de serem inesperadas que torna tudo extremamente interessante nos fazendo ansiar cegamente por usufruir de cada instante&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;seu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kamila ***&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19883316-6073620193572520643?l=pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/feeds/6073620193572520643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19883316&amp;postID=6073620193572520643' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/6073620193572520643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/6073620193572520643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-furaco-da-vida.html' title='No furacão da VIDA...'/><author><name>* Milinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01538874735966700570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3156/1977/1600/IMG_0811.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgJUUyzOpw/Rx_apUmtZ1I/AAAAAAAAACI/0a0fPeQmepg/s72-c/castelo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19883316.post-8211382657002691646</id><published>2007-10-19T20:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:11:08.176-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ensaio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgJUUyzOpw/RxlQbUuE5NI/AAAAAAAAABw/yTpQP88QZUk/s1600-h/jardim2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123214481459307730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgJUUyzOpw/RxlQbUuE5NI/AAAAAAAAABw/yTpQP88QZUk/s320/jardim2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sempre existirá um amanhã...???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De fato ela sempre virá. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Independente de mim, você, ele ou quem quer que seja...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Num entanto ele pode não vir pra mim, você, ele ou qualquer outro vivente...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Logo o AMANHÃ de cada um é o AGORA e esse é a oportunidade dada a cada um pra fazer o seu verdadeiro Amanhã...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fazer o necessário não é suficiente é preciso fazer algo mais não só por nos mas pelos outros&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o que fazemos pelos outros e com os outros reflete diretamente em nós...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kamila ***&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19883316-8211382657002691646?l=pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/feeds/8211382657002691646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19883316&amp;postID=8211382657002691646' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/8211382657002691646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/8211382657002691646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/2007/10/ensaio.html' title='Ensaio...'/><author><name>* Milinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01538874735966700570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3156/1977/1600/IMG_0811.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgJUUyzOpw/RxlQbUuE5NI/AAAAAAAAABw/yTpQP88QZUk/s72-c/jardim2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19883316.post-3630604267591137738</id><published>2007-03-26T01:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:11:08.382-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltando a Ativa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgJUUyzOpw/RgdPEUxqiGI/AAAAAAAAABE/Sw_Hq5mTr4Y/s1600-h/ns.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046088843207018594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgJUUyzOpw/RgdPEUxqiGI/AAAAAAAAABE/Sw_Hq5mTr4Y/s320/ns.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não dá mais pra segurar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preciso falar, preciso dizer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo isso que embrutesse meu coração...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tentar ficar LIVRE e LEVE !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preciso gritar, berrar o mais alto possível&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para tornar publico minhas complicações ...(rs)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reaberta uma nova etapa na minha "vida blogeira"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olá para todos !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kamila ***&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19883316-3630604267591137738?l=pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/feeds/3630604267591137738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19883316&amp;postID=3630604267591137738' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/3630604267591137738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/3630604267591137738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/2007/03/voltando-ativa.html' title='Voltando a Ativa'/><author><name>* Milinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01538874735966700570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3156/1977/1600/IMG_0811.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgJUUyzOpw/RgdPEUxqiGI/AAAAAAAAABE/Sw_Hq5mTr4Y/s72-c/ns.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19883316.post-3105410565326585981</id><published>2007-02-26T00:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:11:08.508-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fechado para balanço...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgJUUyzOpw/RetupwGmWII/AAAAAAAAAA8/ID31lXtKB5Q/s1600-h/fxpb.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038242271710304386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgJUUyzOpw/RetupwGmWII/AAAAAAAAAA8/ID31lXtKB5Q/s320/fxpb.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgJUUyzOpw/RetrsQGmWFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DLB5OGbJBNY/s1600-h/swing.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje abro mão de usar minhas palavras, encontrei em palavras alheias o resumo das explicações para essa pausa nas publicações...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fechei para balanço. Reabro ao anoitecer.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso urgente saber de meus ganhos e de minhas perdas.&lt;br /&gt;Fechei para balanço... e a balança balança...&lt;br /&gt;Ora pende para cá, ora para lá...&lt;br /&gt;Peso os sonhos e, de contrapeso, os pesadelos...&lt;br /&gt;Ora pende para cá, ora para lá...&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma oscila entre cinzas e azuis...&lt;br /&gt;Entre tempestades e calmarias&lt;br /&gt;Entre o sorrir e o chorar...&lt;br /&gt;Ora para cá, ora para lá...&lt;br /&gt;Angústias, medo, desenganos, dores...&lt;br /&gt;Sorrisos, alegria, amores...&lt;br /&gt;E me balanço...&lt;br /&gt;Ora para cá, ora para lá...&lt;br /&gt;Busco, em prateleiras do viver, o estoque acumulado.&lt;br /&gt;Reviro gavetas, esvazio armários...&lt;br /&gt;Limpo a poeira, tiro o bolor...&lt;br /&gt;Meço a estrada percorrida...&lt;br /&gt;Tanta ilusão, muita vida...&lt;br /&gt;Desilusão e amor...&lt;br /&gt;Ora para cá, ora para lá...&lt;br /&gt;Perdi os sonhos, não os encontro mais...&lt;br /&gt;Submersos estarão em algum céu, em outro mar.&lt;br /&gt;Abandonados num templo, no desvão de uma estrada.&lt;br /&gt;De um perdido tempo, quando fui feliz...&lt;br /&gt;Procuro...&lt;br /&gt;Que mais há para pesar, para medir, avaliar?&lt;br /&gt;Pesar pesares e, na contradança,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez aferir minha balança&lt;br /&gt;Que ora pende para cá, ora para lá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no balanço que agora chega ao fim&lt;br /&gt;Vejo que há tantas perdas, tantos ganhos.&lt;br /&gt;Que me alegra e entristece o coração...&lt;br /&gt;Reabrir ou não as portas??&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei...&lt;br /&gt;Na balança da vida me pesei&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa, eu passei...&lt;br /&gt;E não cheguei a nenhuma conclusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O blog permanecerá fechado, sem publicações, mas eu continuarei produzindo...&lt;br /&gt;Esse fechamento é por tempo indeterminado... Até o retorno!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kamila ***&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19883316-3105410565326585981?l=pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/feeds/3105410565326585981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19883316&amp;postID=3105410565326585981' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/3105410565326585981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/3105410565326585981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/2007/02/fechado-para-balano.html' title='Fechado para balanço...'/><author><name>* Milinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01538874735966700570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3156/1977/1600/IMG_0811.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgJUUyzOpw/RetupwGmWII/AAAAAAAAAA8/ID31lXtKB5Q/s72-c/fxpb.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19883316.post-116909331153259033</id><published>2007-01-18T00:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T11:02:31.353-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vazamento°°°</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3156/1977/1600/251734/afogar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3156/1977/400/662366/afogar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já encheu demais...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alguém esqueceu de desligar!?!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ou fui EU?!?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poxa...vai estragar tudo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o trabalho...???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AhHhHhH...que se DaNe!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas, onde fica esse "bendito" vazamento?!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou precisar de mais tempo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E de fazer um trabalho melhor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kamila ***&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19883316-116909331153259033?l=pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/feeds/116909331153259033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19883316&amp;postID=116909331153259033' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/116909331153259033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/116909331153259033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/2007/01/vazamento.html' title='Vazamento°°°'/><author><name>* Milinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01538874735966700570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3156/1977/1600/IMG_0811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19883316.post-116873887330417457</id><published>2007-01-13T22:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T22:44:08.556-03:00</updated><title type='text'>T*e°n*t°a*t°i*v°a*s°...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3156/1977/1600/650560/msg-115529617542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3156/1977/400/738849/msg-115529617542.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tô tentando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tô mudando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;uma coisa ali outra aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desarrumando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e arrumando &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acho que pode ficar melhor assim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tô tentando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tô melhorando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o pouco e o todo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sujando&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;e limpando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acho que pode benificiar a todos assim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tô tentando &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e retentando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fazendo alguma coisa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não sei bem o que?!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nem se é certo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas tô tentando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kamila ***&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19883316-116873887330417457?l=pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/feeds/116873887330417457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19883316&amp;postID=116873887330417457' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/116873887330417457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/116873887330417457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/2007/01/tentativas.html' title='T*e°n*t°a*t°i*v°a*s°...'/><author><name>* Milinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01538874735966700570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3156/1977/1600/IMG_0811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19883316.post-116812430704873349</id><published>2007-01-06T18:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T19:58:27.080-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A lição das Árvores...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;                           &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3156/1977/1600/586142/treeofwishes26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3156/1977/400/881639/treeofwishes26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É preciso encontrar no nosso interior algo que nos faça ser como uma árvore que consegui curar suas próprias feridas e continuar a crescer forte e sadia, mas é muito difícil...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixarmos de ser apenas árvores que não cura suas feridas e as deixam abertas sujeitas a serem novamente machucadas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muitas dessas feridas são profundas, tornam a respiração difícil, a fala fica travada, nenhuma outra expressão além das lágrimas, que jorram insistentemente dos nossos olhos, podem ser vistas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E são elas que escorrem pelos tortuosos caminhos passando pelas feridas cicatrizando-as, mas ainda assim elas permanecem abertas e sangrando... ainda que imperceptivelmente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para nos proteger precisamos mascarar nossas fraquezas e de uma pequena, porém necessária dose de frieza, o mundo é para os fortes e só seremos respeitados se parecermos inabaláveis...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kamila ***&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19883316-116812430704873349?l=pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/feeds/116812430704873349/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19883316&amp;postID=116812430704873349' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/116812430704873349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/116812430704873349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/2007/01/lio-das-rvores.html' title='A lição das Árvores...'/><author><name>* Milinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01538874735966700570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3156/1977/1600/IMG_0811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19883316.post-116779159836247945</id><published>2007-01-02T21:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T23:33:18.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'>*Livre-se dessa prisão°°°</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3156/1977/1600/175984/hu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3156/1977/320/42663/hu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eis que começa o tempo do querer...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Querer vencer ... a si mesmo, o mais bravos dos adversários&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Querer lutar...contra esse pavoroso inimigo, mas não encontrar forças&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Querer gritar: "sou livre"... mas perceber que lhe falta voz e coragem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Querer ...e perceber que só é capaz disso e isso não basta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nos desesperar... mas parar juntar toda a pouca força que nos resta e...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irmos atrás das soluções... nos libertar das amarras do medo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Termos vontades, sonhos, desejos... mas não ficarmos só salivando perante eles, realiza-los &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sermos livre por alguns instantes, nos livrar das convenções, das regras, de toda burocracia... nos render a algumas tentações!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arriscar, ir mais longe, descobrir o que tem depois dos obstáculos no caminho e não só desviar deles, eles estão ali para serem ultrapassados!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se jogar de cabeças em tudo, de corpo inteiro... nada pela metade faz muito sentido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sermos mais autêntico... não ser só engana a ti mesmo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ter atitudes... não fica apenas pensando nelas, o máximo que pode acontecer e estarmos errados e isso é humano...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kamila ***&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19883316-116779159836247945?l=pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/feeds/116779159836247945/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19883316&amp;postID=116779159836247945' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/116779159836247945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/116779159836247945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/2007/01/livre-se-dessa-priso.html' title='*Livre-se dessa prisão°°°'/><author><name>* Milinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01538874735966700570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3156/1977/1600/IMG_0811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19883316.post-116736710993640417</id><published>2006-12-29T01:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T01:59:28.413-03:00</updated><title type='text'>*'°Indagações Aleatórias°'*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3156/1977/1600/993560/extroelfo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3156/1977/400/199603/extroelfo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com o tradicional Fim de Ano chegando&lt;br /&gt;um espírito de “decisão” toma conta da maioria.&lt;br /&gt;Começa a surgir listas intermináveis de promessas&lt;br /&gt;à serem cumpridas no ano que se inicia...&lt;br /&gt;Na maior parte das vezes como de costume&lt;br /&gt;a quase totalidade delas não serão realizadas.&lt;br /&gt;Essas “METAS” perdem-se ou são delicadamente&lt;br /&gt;deixadas para mais tarde, ou seja, nunca...&lt;br /&gt;O ser humano é intrinsecamente volúvel...&lt;br /&gt;Falo com conhecimento de causa...&lt;br /&gt;Eu ERa assim, não podia se escrever o que eu falava...&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora sei que o importante&lt;br /&gt;não é fazer promessas e nem cumpri-las...&lt;br /&gt;E sim não deixar de questionar, de buscar algo mas não apenas por ter prometido a alguém, porque esse ALGO ou o ALGUÉM também não são importantes...&lt;br /&gt;Basendo me nisso minha única promessa para o ano vindouro será&lt;br /&gt;fazer muitas, mas muitas perguntas e ir atrás de todas as respostas,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que na maioria das vezes não às encontrarei...&lt;br /&gt;Porque é percorrendo esse caminho estranho e misterioso que vou ter as experiências mais marcantes da minha vida...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kamila ***&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19883316-116736710993640417?l=pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/feeds/116736710993640417/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19883316&amp;postID=116736710993640417' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/116736710993640417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/116736710993640417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/2006/12/indagaes-aleatrias.html' title='*&apos;°Indagações Aleatórias°&apos;*'/><author><name>* Milinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01538874735966700570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3156/1977/1600/IMG_0811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19883316.post-116693094610552324</id><published>2006-12-24T00:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T00:46:20.680-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Seres verdes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3156/1977/1600/50611/fadinha1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3156/1977/400/681685/fadinha1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3156/1977/1600/967619/fadas22.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Natal traz sentimentos confusos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aflora sensações estranhas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentimentos antes controláveis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tornam-se feras indomáveis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fazem o estômago embrulhar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o coração doer e fica impossível segurar as lágrimas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;escorrem pela face e voltam ao coração como espinhos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra mim é uma data com dois lado(até bem definidos) um FELIZ e outro TRISTE,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas a tristeza em mim sobressai a felicidade da celebração de uma vida, de um alguém tão especial como Jesus...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porem também faz lembrar o quão grande foi o seu sofrimento e o da sua família&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e como é antiga a irracionalidade dos homens...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus se deixou morrer porque os homens não estavam preparados para ter as respostas e hoje mostram-se ainda mais despreparados para as verdades...precisamos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMADURECER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kamila ***&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19883316-116693094610552324?l=pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/feeds/116693094610552324/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19883316&amp;postID=116693094610552324' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/116693094610552324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/116693094610552324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/2006/12/seres-verdes.html' title='Seres verdes...'/><author><name>* Milinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01538874735966700570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3156/1977/1600/IMG_0811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19883316.post-116684054293227311</id><published>2006-12-22T23:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T00:04:48.380-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tudo" é NATAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3156/1977/1600/307041/noel_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3156/1977/320/321316/noel_004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É natal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no ar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no céu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na terra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É natal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na rua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na praça&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na casa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É natal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pra criança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pro adulto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pro velhinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É natal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pra mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pra você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pra ele&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É natal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aqui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ali&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;acolá&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;É natal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TODOS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;esperando o Bom Velhinho chegar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SERÁ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kamila ***&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19883316-116684054293227311?l=pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/feeds/116684054293227311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19883316&amp;postID=116684054293227311' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/116684054293227311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/116684054293227311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/2006/12/tudo-natal.html' title='&quot;Tudo&quot; é NATAL'/><author><name>* Milinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01538874735966700570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3156/1977/1600/IMG_0811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19883316.post-116632839507938707</id><published>2006-12-17T00:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T01:06:35.093-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mariposas*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3156/1977/1600/557914/Mariposas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3156/1977/320/951307/Mariposas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É tudo tão escuro as vezes....&lt;br /&gt;Fico perdida buscando soluções,&lt;br /&gt;mas não encontro...&lt;br /&gt;Queria poder resolve-los mas é tão dificil&lt;br /&gt;Tratar daquilo que de fato não conhece...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;* *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou em busca da luz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;* *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que irá clarear meus caminhos&lt;br /&gt;Mas me sinto como uma mariposa...&lt;br /&gt;Que se debate contra a luz até a morte.&lt;br /&gt;Como se nunca à encontra-se&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo ela estando bem em sua frente...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kamila ***&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19883316-116632839507938707?l=pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/feeds/116632839507938707/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19883316&amp;postID=116632839507938707' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/116632839507938707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/116632839507938707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/2006/12/mariposas.html' title='Mariposas*'/><author><name>* Milinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01538874735966700570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3156/1977/1600/IMG_0811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19883316.post-116624439897177763</id><published>2006-12-15T21:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T00:28:04.973-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor não... AMORES*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3156/1977/1600/711041/S20060214003237-maldeamores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3156/1977/400/470569/S20060214003237-maldeamores.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dizem os poetas que o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;é um ser complicado, que invade os&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CORAÇÕES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;em instantes sem dar motivos ou explicações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pessoalmente acho que complicados somos nós, pois nós seres humanos temos a capacidade inevitável de dificultar as coisas por nós mesmos ou por opinião de terceiros que tornam suas ideias publicas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pode ser também tido como um ser mal-educado que invade propriedades alheias, criando enormes confusões entre seres na maior parte das vezes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OPOSTOS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Enfim somos seres incapazes de definir com clareza o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;, não porque somos burros, mas porque nunca todos teremos a mesma opinião, pois cada um e atingido por ele de maneiras absurdamente diferentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kamila ***&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19883316-116624439897177763?l=pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/feeds/116624439897177763/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19883316&amp;postID=116624439897177763' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/116624439897177763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/116624439897177763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/2006/12/amor-no-amores.html' title='Amor não... AMORES*'/><author><name>* Milinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01538874735966700570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3156/1977/1600/IMG_0811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19883316.post-116528789550074041</id><published>2006-12-04T23:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T01:56:56.006-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3156/1977/1600/728716/Lotusvestigios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3156/1977/400/69178/Lotusvestigios.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Se nascer já é complicado, dá pra imaginar o que é viver?&lt;br /&gt;O caminho até ser concebido é longo, são milhões e milhões de espermatozóides...até finalmente um se tornar uma sementinha plantada corretamente em um terreno fértil onde deverá ser bem cuidado e acarinhado.&lt;br /&gt;Após longos nove meses nasci um pequeno ser, um projeto, é o inicio de uma longa e ardoa caminhada até ser responsável e dono dos seus próprios atos, onde na verdade é que tudo fica mais complicado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Afinal não tem mais a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MAMÃE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; para resolver as confusões, agora é você mesmo e não tem jeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Contudo este caminho é maravilhoso cheio de novas descobertas, emoções, sentimentos, dentre outras coisas especiais, diferentes na vida de cada um de nós...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Eu estou numa fase intermediaria...entre a dependência e a responsabilidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kamila ***&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19883316-116528789550074041?l=pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/feeds/116528789550074041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19883316&amp;postID=116528789550074041' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/116528789550074041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/116528789550074041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/2006/12/vivendo.html' title='Vivendo'/><author><name>* Milinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01538874735966700570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3156/1977/1600/IMG_0811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19883316.post-116466579266172089</id><published>2006-11-27T19:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T19:41:54.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'>?...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3156/1977/1600/28366/sozinha2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3156/1977/400/309354/sozinha2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentimentos tantos se confundem dentro do abismo coração &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sem fim e sem começo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só há um meio e nesse estou EU &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cercada por milhões de pequenas confusões...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tentando achar explicações para o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Inexplicavel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kamila ***&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19883316-116466579266172089?l=pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/feeds/116466579266172089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19883316&amp;postID=116466579266172089' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/116466579266172089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/116466579266172089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title='?...?'/><author><name>* Milinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01538874735966700570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3156/1977/1600/IMG_0811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19883316.post-116406385931300736</id><published>2006-11-20T19:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T00:42:33.733-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lições das borboletas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3156/1977/1600/408804/imagemfada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" height="400" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3156/1977/400/467029/imagemfada.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A borboleta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frágil... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;protegida em seu casulo&lt;br /&gt;esperando o momento certo de sair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Determinada...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rompe as barreiras de sua prisão biológica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para iniciar sua instintiva busca pelo desconhecido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Perseverante...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;usando todas as suas forças &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para conseguir completar seu ciclo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Corajosa...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não se abate perante os grandes obstáculos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pois sabe que a paixão que coloca nas coisas que faz á deixa indestrutível.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deveríamos tentar aprender com as Borboletas:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não abaixar a cabeça perante as adversidades do caminho &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não deixando que nada nem ninguém consiga nos deter ou afastar de nossos propósitos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a não aceitar nunca as condições pré estabelecidas;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não é porque nascemos sem saber andar por conta própria que devemos continuar assim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;devemos romper as grades que nos aprisionam e alçar um voou rumo ao desconhecido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pois é arriscando que se ganha conhecimento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E só através dele pode causar transformações ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kamila ***&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19883316-116406385931300736?l=pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/feeds/116406385931300736/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19883316&amp;postID=116406385931300736' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/116406385931300736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/116406385931300736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/2006/11/lies-das-borboletas.html' title='Lições das borboletas'/><author><name>* Milinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01538874735966700570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3156/1977/1600/IMG_0811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19883316.post-116371663888414797</id><published>2006-11-16T14:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T00:36:36.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Myself...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3156/1977/1600/busca.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3156/1977/400/busca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3156/1977/1600/busca.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Fiquei pensando sobre o que escrever para reabrir o blog, poderia falar sobre amor, ódio, saudade, raiva, amizade, falta de consideração, morte, vida, o presente, passado ou futuro; mas resolvi falar de MIM e quase TUDO isso...&lt;br /&gt;Eu venho tentando descobrir quem sou realmente e para isso vinha fazendo uma auto-analise diária. Como sou bastante observadora, sou mais de olhar e ouvir _e considero a visão a maior arma do conhecimento humano... Nessa busca pelo pleno auto conhecimento, tentando ser phd em mim mesma, como boa observadora que sou logo percebe que quanto mais introspectiva ia me tornando menos eu sabia sobre quem sou de fato e mais duvidas surgiam...&lt;br /&gt;Daí percebe que é olhando para os outros que me vejo melhor, ficar divagando sobre seus conflitos, metas, certezas, incertezas, desejos, segredos é bom, mas não é o suficiente, limitar a pensar sobre se só aumenta o abismo entre você e a sua essência. É quando voltamos os olhos para o mundo e a diversidade de pessoas a nossa volta em situações cotidianas que se aprendem as grandes lições... Logo conclui que a melhor escola e a multidão, o povo, pessoas simples, mas de uma naturalidade esclarecedora...&lt;br /&gt;O segredo do pleno conhecimento esta na observação despudorada e continua do que e de quem te rodeia, do menino na sinaleira aos grandes filósofos, é ser visionário, extravagante com razão e equilíbrio&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kamila ***&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19883316-116371663888414797?l=pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/feeds/116371663888414797/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19883316&amp;postID=116371663888414797' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/116371663888414797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/116371663888414797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/2006/11/myself.html' title='Myself...'/><author><name>* Milinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01538874735966700570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3156/1977/1600/IMG_0811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19883316.post-114868452702732544</id><published>2006-05-26T19:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T20:28:59.676-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3156/1977/1600/saudade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3156/1977/320/saudade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Você partiu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Apesar de saber que todos partem um dia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não me conformei com sua ausência. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Tudo era perfeito, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Pois o mundo tinha você; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Nós tínhamos você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ainda hoje me pergunto por quê. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por que aconteceu logo com você? &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3156/1977/1600/roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Foi difícil suportar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Mas estou firme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Acreditando que um dia nos encontraremos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;E tudo será como antes, ou até melhor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Os anjos lhe levaram, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas saiba que sempre sentiremos sua falta; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nunca esqueceremos de você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Você foi; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Você é; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Você sempre será especial.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hoje dedico a você meu querido irmão, este singelo pedaço nessa minha bagunça,&lt;br /&gt;Pra dizer o quanto minha saudade e grande, a falta q sinto da tua presença, do espaço que agora pareci estar permanentemente vazio na casa, da falta de sentido que tem algumas coisas hoje pra mim (que antes tinham muito sentido), sinto muito a tua falta, mas sei que de uma outra forma estás perto de nós, quase que posso te sentir as vezes até ouvir teus passos e a tua voz a me chamar...mas a certeza de que voltaremos a nos ver um dia me acalma o coração...&lt;br /&gt;Te Amo cada dia MaIs... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kamila ***&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19883316-114868452702732544?l=pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/feeds/114868452702732544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19883316&amp;postID=114868452702732544' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/114868452702732544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/114868452702732544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/2006/05/saudade.html' title='Saudade...'/><author><name>* Milinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01538874735966700570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3156/1977/1600/IMG_0811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19883316.post-114758057888932891</id><published>2006-05-14T00:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T01:56:14.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfeição</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3156/1977/1600/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3156/1977/400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3156/1977/1600/chacara%20097.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mãe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Quero neste seu dia "especial",não que os outos também não sejam especiais e seus, aproveitar pra te fazer uma singela homenagem...dedicar - te este espaço nessa confusão de pensamentos(aqui, pois tens espaço cativo em minha mente e no meu coração)...Espaço este pequeno comparado ao tamanho de tua importância...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;São tantas as coisas que queria te dizer mais me faltam palavras...Dizer que TE AMO é redundante queria mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dizer que nunca conheci pessoa mais forte,determinada,corajosa,amiga(...)alguém tão Mãe_no sentido literal da palavra_ e essa palavra MÃE faz muito mais sentido quando se referi a ti, uma mulher perfeita, até mesmo em seus defeitos... e que se você não existesse te inventaria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Se eu algum dia conseguir ser 1/4 do que você é: estarei satisfeita, pois é uma caminhada extremamente difícil "ser MÃE e padecer no paraíso"?!?!não é mesmo...Ser Mãe é desafiar dia - a - dia o mundo, é ser radical/aventureira(pq os filhos são terrenos sinuosos),é ser tolerânte/e extremamente paciente,e ser FERA,é ser DIVINA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Para resumir faço minhas as palavras do grande Mario Quintana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"(Mãe)Palavra tão pequenina,/Bem sabem os lábios meus/Que és do tamanho do CÉU/E apenas menor que Deus."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pra mim você é tudo: o motivo pelo qual levanto todas as manhãs,o motivo da minha alegria,da minha paz,da minha força, do meu VIVER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma música que diz muito de você:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verde (Leila Pinheiro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem pergunta por mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já deve saber&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do riso no fim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De tanto sofrer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que eu não desisti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Das minhas bandeiras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caminho, trincheiras, da noite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu, que sempre apostei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na minha paixão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guardei um país no meu coração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um foco de luz, seduz a razão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De repente a visão da esperança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quis esse sonhador&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aprendiz de tanto suor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser feliz num gesto de amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu país acendeu a cor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verde, as matas no olhar, ver de perto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ver de novo um lugar, ver adiante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sede de navegar, verdejantes tempos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mudança dos ventos no meu coração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verdejantes tempos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mudança dos ventos no meu coração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kamila ***&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19883316-114758057888932891?l=pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/feeds/114758057888932891/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19883316&amp;postID=114758057888932891' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/114758057888932891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/114758057888932891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/2006/05/perfeio.html' title='Perfeição'/><author><name>* Milinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01538874735966700570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3156/1977/1600/IMG_0811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19883316.post-114504841894507327</id><published>2006-04-14T17:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T01:16:18.800-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Contrastes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jn.sapo.pt/2005/01/18/6335256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://jn.sapo.pt/2005/01/18/6335256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Coelhinho da Páscoa, que trazes pra mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Um ovo, dois ovos, três ovos assim! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Um ovo, dois ovos, três ovos assim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Coelhinho da Páscoa, que cor eles têm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://jn.sapo.pt/2005/01/18/6335256.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Azul, amarelo e vermelho também!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Azul, amarelo e vermelho também!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Coelhinho da Páscoa, com quem vais dançar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Com esta menina que sabe cantar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Com esta menina que sabe cantar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Coelhinho maroto, porque vais fugir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Em todas as casas eu tenho que ir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Em todas as casas eu tenho que ir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Será mesmo que a Páscoa e para todos e q o&lt;br /&gt;"coelhinho" passa na casa de todos...?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Pensem bem e uma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Feliz Páscoa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(pelo menos que seja assim pra você)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kamila ***&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19883316-114504841894507327?l=pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/feeds/114504841894507327/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19883316&amp;postID=114504841894507327' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/114504841894507327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/114504841894507327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/2006/04/contrastes.html' title='Contrastes...'/><author><name>* Milinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01538874735966700570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3156/1977/1600/IMG_0811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19883316.post-114187382094929215</id><published>2006-03-08T23:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T00:20:55.950-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O NADA essencial...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://paperflower.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/fada.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://paperflower.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/fada.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://paperflower.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/fada.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sempre é muito difícil nos definirmos porque a cada instante que passa algo muda em nossas vidas, algo muda dentro e fora de nós e de repente: somos outros... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acrescidos de algo mais, de alguém mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo e todos que passam por nossas vidas nos deixam marcas (profundas ou superficiais)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somos grandes mosaicos, construídos a cada dia, sendo acrescidas e às vezes também decrescidas uma ou outra pedrinha na tentativa de alcançar a PERFEIÇÃO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esse grande e complexo mosaico nunca termina, é eterno, continuo, infinito e extremamente abstrato...&lt;br /&gt;É intrigante, sedutor, bom (ruim muitas vezes também), é como um vicio... É uma eterna busca,um eterno quer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De que???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do total e absoluto NADA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só por que fomos condicionados a querer TUDO deixamos pra traz o mais essencial... O NADA. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kamila ***&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19883316-114187382094929215?l=pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/feeds/114187382094929215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19883316&amp;postID=114187382094929215' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/114187382094929215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/114187382094929215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/2006/03/o-nada-essencial.html' title='O NADA essencial...'/><author><name>* Milinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01538874735966700570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3156/1977/1600/IMG_0811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19883316.post-113485663891038058</id><published>2005-12-17T18:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T19:01:07.956-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Difícil de encontrar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://visao_do_mundo.weblogger.terra.com.br/img/apaixonados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://visao_do_mundo.weblogger.terra.com.br/img/apaixonados.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O amor que acredito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não prende&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não pede em troca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não impõe condições&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não segue regras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não tem nome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O amor que acredito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liberta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É gratuito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É incondicional&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É espontâneo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É apenas o que é&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se o amor não for assim, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será um mero remédio para a sua carência, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um alimento para o seu ego, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um apoio para a sua insegurança, M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as jamais será amor. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se não enxergares dor em se doar, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentirás o íntimo orgulho de dizer: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não amo com o propósito de ser amado, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo com o propósito de amar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esse poema diz tudo o que realmente espero do AMOR... Preso muito minha liberdade, não suporto a idéia de ser controlada _ela me irrita profundamente!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O amor que desejo é muito difícil de encontrar... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kamila ***&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19883316-113485663891038058?l=pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/feeds/113485663891038058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19883316&amp;postID=113485663891038058' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/113485663891038058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/113485663891038058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/2005/12/difcil-de-encontrar.html' title='Difícil de encontrar...'/><author><name>* Milinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01538874735966700570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3156/1977/1600/IMG_0811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19883316.post-113479029712400090</id><published>2005-12-17T00:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T00:41:47.953-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bordando a vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/71/9070/640/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/71/9070/320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Somos todos um grande emaranhado de linhas que se encontram e desencontram, e por fim formam uma bela "figura". Somos como um bordado: uma confuso de fios de cores, espessuras e tamanhos diferentes...do nosso ponto de vista esse "bordado" muitas vezes não faz muito sentido, não entendemos, as coisas não se encaixam, tudo é tão confuso... Isso acontece porque estamos vendo o avesso de nossas VIDAS _como se olhássemos um bordado de baixo onde quem está bordando é Deus e essa é a sua mais perfeita obra...mais isso não é fácil de entender... pois nos instinto faz com que vivamos em uma incansível busca por algo que não sabemos ao certo o que seja... Desejando algo desconhecido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;                                                                                                        *by Milinha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kamila ***&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19883316-113479029712400090?l=pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/feeds/113479029712400090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19883316&amp;postID=113479029712400090' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/113479029712400090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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#006600 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/71/9070/320/flavia%20145.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kamila ***&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19883316-113470188847290442?l=pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/feeds/113470188847290442/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19883316&amp;postID=113470188847290442' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/113470188847290442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/113470188847290442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/2005/12/eu-e-rosa.html' title='Eu e a Rosa'/><author><name>* Milinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01538874735966700570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3156/1977/1600/IMG_0811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19883316.post-113470183282049851</id><published>2005-12-15T23:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T00:10:01.853-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;No princípio eu era a Eva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Criada para a felicidade de Adão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mais tarde fui Maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dando à luz aquele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Que traria a salvação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mas isso não bastaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Para eu encontrar perdão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Passei a ser Amélia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;A mulher de verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Para a sociedade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não tinha a menor vaidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mas sonhava com a igualdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Muito tempo depois decidi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não dá mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Quero minha dignidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tenho meus ideais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hoje não sou só esposa ou filha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sou pai, mãe, arrimo de família&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sou caminhoneira, taxista,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Piloto de avião, policial feminina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Operária em construção...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ao mundo peço licença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Para atuar onde quiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Meu sobrenome é COMPETÊNCIAE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;meu nome é MULHER..!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kamila ***&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19883316-113470183282049851?l=pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/feeds/113470183282049851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19883316&amp;postID=113470183282049851' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/113470183282049851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/113470183282049851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/2005/12/no-princpio-eu-era-evacriada-para.html' title=''/><author><name>* Milinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01538874735966700570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3156/1977/1600/IMG_0811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19883316.post-113462201421222176</id><published>2005-12-15T01:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T01:46:54.213-03:00</updated><title type='text'>So pra iniciar...uma musica que gosto muito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;Ana Carolina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olho a cidade ao redor&lt;br /&gt;E nada me interessa&lt;br /&gt;Eu finjo ter calma&lt;br /&gt;A solidão me apressa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantos caminhos sem fim&lt;br /&gt;De onde você não vem&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração na curva&lt;br /&gt;Batendo a mais de cem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou sair nessas horas de confusão&lt;br /&gt;Gritando seu nome entre os carros que vêm e vão&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe então assim&lt;br /&gt;Você repara em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corro de te esperar&lt;br /&gt;De nunca te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;As estrelas me encontram&lt;br /&gt;Antes de anoitecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho a cidade ao redor&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca volto atrás&lt;br /&gt;Já não escondo a pressa&lt;br /&gt;Já me escondi demais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou contar pra todo mundo&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou pichar sua rua&lt;br /&gt;Vou bater na sua porta de noite&lt;br /&gt;Completamente nua&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe então assim&lt;br /&gt;Você repara em mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Kamila ***&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19883316-113462201421222176?l=pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenaspartesdemim.blogspot.com/feeds/113462201421222176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19883316&amp;postID=113462201421222176' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19883316/posts/default/113462201421222176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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