<?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-1336916319669234752</id><updated>2011-07-07T13:14:49.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Armazém de Idéias</title><subtitle type='html'>Por que mais que uma caixinha ou a capacidade de uma memória, um quarto ou um esconderijo, um fundo de gaveta ou um buraco escuro, prefiro mesmo é ter um armazém de idéias, essas que, flutuantes, refletem em uma ordem de letras que sincronizam minhas histórias, sejam elas em papel palavra ou papel retrato.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ana Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09223884236324639054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336916319669234752.post-7579632900390382426</id><published>2009-11-04T18:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T18:51:24.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu sou esse torrencial incontido que transborda para todos os lados, se esvai, deságua para um lado, escorre para outro. Eu quero repousar em algum lugar para finalmente me juntar inteira e sentir meu tamanho. Você pode ser esse lugar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1336916319669234752-7579632900390382426?l=ideiax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/feeds/7579632900390382426/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/11/eu-sou-esse-torrencial-incontido-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/7579632900390382426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/7579632900390382426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/11/eu-sou-esse-torrencial-incontido-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09223884236324639054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336916319669234752.post-884934343002214320</id><published>2009-11-04T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T18:51:05.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nutra-a, abrace-a, seduza-a, invada-a, emudeça-a, penetre-a, provoque-a, belisque-a, persiga-a, agarre-a. Imagine cada mulher como um oceano infinito de manifestação que pode se tornar seu maior pesadelo ou a mais abundante fonte de felicidade e alegria. As energias estão todas ali, esperando por sua criatividade e habilidade artística.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1336916319669234752-884934343002214320?l=ideiax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/feeds/884934343002214320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/11/nutra-abrace-seduza-invada-emudeca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/884934343002214320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/884934343002214320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/11/nutra-abrace-seduza-invada-emudeca.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09223884236324639054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336916319669234752.post-2144740398215855470</id><published>2009-10-27T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T20:53:21.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/Sue_5hWQapI/AAAAAAAAAYs/FG-voE1Rp-U/s1600-h/85155494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397493673351998098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/Sue_5hWQapI/AAAAAAAAAYs/FG-voE1Rp-U/s320/85155494.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gostar é bom &lt;div&gt;é intrigante &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é deliciante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é sufocante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gostar dói. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dói porque quem gosta sente saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e saudade entristesse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas saudade boa é bom também&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque faz o coração acelerar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e faz a gente gostar mais ainda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o tempo passa em contagem regressiva &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pra esse tormento acabar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gostar é um tumulto dentro da gente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é tornar os olhos mais brilhantes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a alma mais leve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e o sorriso mais contagiante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gostar é grande.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é não saber onde começa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nem onde termina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas e saber que é tão grande&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que não cabe dentro da gente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É saber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saber que o teu gosto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gosta de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1336916319669234752-2144740398215855470?l=ideiax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/feeds/2144740398215855470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/10/gosto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/2144740398215855470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/2144740398215855470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/10/gosto.html' title='Gosto'/><author><name>Ana Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09223884236324639054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/Sue_5hWQapI/AAAAAAAAAYs/FG-voE1Rp-U/s72-c/85155494.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336916319669234752.post-665168892313945657</id><published>2009-10-27T20:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T20:34:45.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorriso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/Sue7y7DMW4I/AAAAAAAAAYk/9RS26vFE6sA/s1600-h/90100877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397489161945766786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/Sue7y7DMW4I/AAAAAAAAAYk/9RS26vFE6sA/s200/90100877.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;“O sorriso é a manifestação dos lábios quando os olhos encontram o que o coração procura"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1336916319669234752-665168892313945657?l=ideiax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/feeds/665168892313945657/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/10/sorriso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/665168892313945657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/665168892313945657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/10/sorriso.html' title='Sorriso'/><author><name>Ana Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09223884236324639054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/Sue7y7DMW4I/AAAAAAAAAYk/9RS26vFE6sA/s72-c/90100877.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336916319669234752.post-7029146027719344996</id><published>2009-10-27T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T20:17:00.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vontade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/Sue3JOx08HI/AAAAAAAAAYU/hef5YglREfI/s1600-h/78804384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397484047640621170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/Sue3JOx08HI/AAAAAAAAAYU/hef5YglREfI/s320/78804384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;vontade que consome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;clamor de presença,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;urgência, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;fome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;de cheiro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;de gosto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;de pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;com nome e endereço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1336916319669234752-7029146027719344996?l=ideiax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/feeds/7029146027719344996/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/10/vontade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/7029146027719344996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/7029146027719344996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/10/vontade.html' title='Vontade'/><author><name>Ana Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09223884236324639054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/Sue3JOx08HI/AAAAAAAAAYU/hef5YglREfI/s72-c/78804384.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336916319669234752.post-6011427783295446636</id><published>2009-10-27T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T20:01:59.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ama-se</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/Sue0Gse5pWI/AAAAAAAAAYM/5YSkPjvh1hY/s1600-h/91107701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397480705539810658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/Sue0Gse5pWI/AAAAAAAAAYM/5YSkPjvh1hY/s320/91107701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Ama-se pelo cheiro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pelo mistério,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pela paz que o outro lhe dá,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou pelo tormento que provoca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ama-se pelo tom de voz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pela maneira que os olhos piscam,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pela fragilidade que se revela quando menos se espera."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trecho de "O Amor da Sua Vida" – Roberto Freire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1336916319669234752-6011427783295446636?l=ideiax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/feeds/6011427783295446636/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/10/ama-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/6011427783295446636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/6011427783295446636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/10/ama-se.html' title='Ama-se'/><author><name>Ana Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09223884236324639054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/Sue0Gse5pWI/AAAAAAAAAYM/5YSkPjvh1hY/s72-c/91107701.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336916319669234752.post-8634047900329458020</id><published>2009-07-27T18:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T19:25:25.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ela é do tipo certo pra você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/Sm5d8IZyO6I/AAAAAAAAAX4/38IEAB7dfcQ/s1600-h/82952981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363327493874006946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/Sm5d8IZyO6I/AAAAAAAAAX4/38IEAB7dfcQ/s320/82952981.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ela é do tipo que usa roupão pra ficar em casa. Tem uma lareira com uma cadeirinha auxiliar que usa pra se esquentar nos dias mais frios em que precisa ficar ali. Ela tem vários dvds de música e uma televisão grande só pra assistí-los. Algumas plantas espalhadas pela sala pra dar um ar de vida no lugar. Lê livros de mulherzinha e gosta de estudar coisas relacionadas a administração. Ela cozinha bem, tem vários temperos diferentes e sabe o sabor de cada um deles. Adora mostarda forte, pimenta e muita salsa na comida. Tem um cachorro do tipo labrador que não há igual, é o animal que mais faz jus à personalidade da dona. Sempre com uma cara de sonolento e calmo. Todas as manhãs ela acorda e veste seu roupão, esquenta em uma de suas várias canecas coloridas leite com chocolate, abre as persianas da sala pra ver o sol entrar e depois a porta da sala, dá bom dia para o cachorro e pega o jornal. Lê as notícias diárias sempre de trás pra frente. Então toma um banho, fica bem limpa, se arruma, se cuida. Se veste com uma roupa confortável pra esperar o que vem de bom. Blusa branca, cabelos compridos e molhados, calças de algodão, meias divertidas. Então ela vai pra cozinha depois de arrumar a casa e começa a preparar o prato do dia. Espalha pela bancada da cozinha todos as suas especiarias, tem habilidade com cortes, faz tudo muito rápido e ao mesmo tempo certinho. O cheiro de comida sendo preparada exala pela casa e pelo avarandado... Então o cachorro começa a latir e alguém abre o portão, abre a porta da sala e vai indo em direção a ela. De repente ela é agarrada por trás e surpreendida com um abraço forte, vira-se e ganha um beijo hollywoodiano dele. Ele faz carinho no labrador enquanto ela pede pra ele escolher um dvd pra tocar enquanto almoçam. A comida está quase pronta quando eles colocam a mesa e terminam o suco de abacaxi. Sentados, começam a conversar e degustar o cardápio. Ele elogia a comida dela e diz: "isso aqui está muito bom, sério!", depois lavam juntos a louça e deitam no sofá pra descansar o corpo pesado da ingestão. Ela é do tipo que gosta de paparicar ele. Ele é do tipo que realiza os desejos dela. Ela é o tipo certo pra ele. Ele é o tipo certo pra ela. O dvd já acabou, a digestão ja encerrou e ele atravessou a cidade com seu "quase pijama" pra poder dormir depois do almoço com ela e ficar bem quentinho no calor dos dois corpos, que quando se juntam, passam a ser um só. Outra vez...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1336916319669234752-8634047900329458020?l=ideiax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/feeds/8634047900329458020/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/07/ela-e-do-tipo-certo-pra-voce.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/8634047900329458020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/8634047900329458020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/07/ela-e-do-tipo-certo-pra-voce.html' title='Ela é do tipo certo pra você'/><author><name>Ana Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09223884236324639054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/Sm5d8IZyO6I/AAAAAAAAAX4/38IEAB7dfcQ/s72-c/82952981.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336916319669234752.post-6720022354088299139</id><published>2009-06-16T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:08:13.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poesia, atividade criativa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/Sjf7jF7OipI/AAAAAAAAAXA/hZ_YWDXmfwI/s1600-h/86207219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348019662830340754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/Sjf7jF7OipI/AAAAAAAAAXA/hZ_YWDXmfwI/s320/86207219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Poetas são aqueles que descrevem o mais simples cotidiano sob um olhar lírico e filosófico, que compõem suas estruturas livres, baseadas no retrato das vivências - físicas ou mentais - e são capazes de revestir com cor as mais singelas memórias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bons entendedores são aqueles que se dispõem da sensiblidade necessária para captar a abstração e da inteligência linguística para compreendê-los.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/Sjf7jF7OipI/AAAAAAAAAXA/hZ_YWDXmfwI/s72-c/86207219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336916319669234752.post-747405257615687241</id><published>2009-06-16T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:58:58.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escrever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/SjfpYBfwtMI/AAAAAAAAAWw/wT3CH_MRU_I/s1600-h/85155918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347999681453536450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/SjfpYBfwtMI/AAAAAAAAAWw/wT3CH_MRU_I/s200/85155918.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Escrever é uma arte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;é exprimir-se através do papel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;captar a essência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;conseguir traduzir aquilo que não é dito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;é atividade de diletante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;não precisa de lógica nem razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;basta exercer a faculdade de sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;inspirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;se levar pela emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/Sjfl5r3-FRI/AAAAAAAAAWg/OYz8EbQ52oE/s320/200503251-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em um canto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;do seu recanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eu canto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;leve, inspiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;um sorriso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;logo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;desperta pra vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e balança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;canta e encanta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bailarina de mil danças&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sempre em mudança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;conceda-me esta dança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e vem comigo a bailar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1336916319669234752-7195543906144076553?l=ideiax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/feeds/7195543906144076553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336916319669234752.post-4436114378536060744</id><published>2009-06-14T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T20:07:07.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estag(nação)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cria, recria, reave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;vive, revive, aflora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;explora, agora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Colore, desdobra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;corta, recorta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não demora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Acendo a chama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fluorescente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que inpira a arte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;em parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Registro um sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;em um semblante indeciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sonho, componho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;acompanho tamanha mutação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;constante, regenerante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;massante e impressionante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sensação de estagnação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Penso e logo descubro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o caminho das minhas emoções&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;caminhos de mútuas ações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;divagando na minha imaginação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1336916319669234752-4436114378536060744?l=ideiax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/feeds/4436114378536060744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/06/estagnacao.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/4436114378536060744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/SioMmUiSuRI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/wkcfbxL08SU/s320/87840133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É captar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Captar a essência. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Conseguir conquistar o que há de mais puro em cada um de nós. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O mais verdadeiro, o mais intenso sentimento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O melhor de alguém, até então só exposto àqueles que o cativaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sinta a alegria, a paz tomar conta de você assim que conquistar essas mais sinceras afeições.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Permita-se, sem medo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sem medo do risco de gostar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sem medo do risco de se apaixonar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deixe a leveza tomar conta da sua consciência. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Divida com alguém hoje mesmo o que você tem de mais especial!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sujeite-se. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Renda-se. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deixe-se levar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seduzir-se pelas coisas belas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O belo está no que é visto com os olhos do coração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aflore sua beleza interior! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seja indispensável para alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tenha, só você, o melhor dele(a).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cativadores estão a solta... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Permita-se enxergá-los e assim que o fizer, deixe-os trabalhar na SUA paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enamore-se&lt;/strong&gt;, pois essa pode ser uma das pessoas mais importantes da sua vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1336916319669234752-4687919688493525841?l=ideiax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/feeds/4687919688493525841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/06/voce-sabe-o-que-e-cativar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/4687919688493525841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/4687919688493525841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/06/voce-sabe-o-que-e-cativar.html' title='Você sabe o que é cativar?'/><author><name>Ana Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09223884236324639054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/SioMmUiSuRI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/wkcfbxL08SU/s72-c/87840133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336916319669234752.post-1660755332585342949</id><published>2009-06-03T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T14:42:29.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Herói Imaginário</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/SibuOnGR6-I/AAAAAAAAAV4/gFuaBADa72g/s1600-h/pai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343219942702574562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/SibuOnGR6-I/AAAAAAAAAV4/gFuaBADa72g/s320/pai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Todas as pessoas erram, mas tenho certeza que mesmo errando é preciso dignidade pra assumir o erro e além disso é preciso saber ouvir os outros. É preciso ter consideração com as pessoas, porque errar é humano, todos nós sabemos e erramos. Sabe aquela pessoa que é especial pra você de uma maneira diferente das demais? Aquela pessoa que é pra você o que ninguém é, que te faz tudo que você mais gosta, que pra ela você é tudo e vice-versa, pois é eu tive uma pessoa assim, pois depois de um certo tempo, aquele herói que mesmo fracassado parecia não ter defeito nenhum, hoje não existe mais. As coisas parecem que perderam o valor e você começa a não se importar mais tanto com aquela pessoa e perde-la de vista, como se todo o elo que vocês tiveram nunca tivesse existido, parecem dois estranhos que não se importam um com o outro e isso é triste, é triste saber que uma relação entre pai e filha que era tão linda e divertida tenha se tornado uma coisa fria. É muito difícil falar disso pra mim, porque o meu pai, cara o meu pai mesmo longe era tudo pra mim e hoje, hoje ele é só um pai normal, a distancia hoje faz efeito, um efeito de dor, de saudade, de tristeza de estar longe, mas mesmo com tudo isso a convivência poderia ser razoável por que não? Mas sabe por que é assim? pela falta de honestidade, é assim por causa de um orgulho idiota, um pai que era tão sensato, hoje age como uma criança procurando pôr a culpa em alguém. Segundo um dicionário "pai" significa: "Homem que deu ser a outro; homem que tem um ou mais filhos; genitor, progenitor, aquele que exerce as funções de pai", se ser pai é exercer suas funções acredito que eu posso me considerar sem um, pois ser pai não é apenas dar origem, tenho certeza que eu não seja a única pessoa que tem problemas com seus "genitores", mas tenho certeza que um pai deve ser sempre o mesmo com um filho independente de distancia, e colocá-los em prioridade em certas coisas, afinal são os seus filhos e eles são a sua família, assim como para os filhos também, e dou um conselho às pessoas: tenham mais honestidade em assumir seus desvios, sejam menos orgulhosos porque esse tipo de coisa quando fere alguém é capaz de deixar mágoas que nem o tempo é capaz de curar, e isso pode acabar de uma certa forma com aquilo que chamamos de "família". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1336916319669234752-1660755332585342949?l=ideiax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/feeds/1660755332585342949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/06/um-heroi-imaginario.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/1660755332585342949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/1660755332585342949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/06/um-heroi-imaginario.html' title='Um Herói Imaginário'/><author><name>Ana Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09223884236324639054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/SibuOnGR6-I/AAAAAAAAAV4/gFuaBADa72g/s72-c/pai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336916319669234752.post-8047915296539648787</id><published>2009-06-03T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T14:40:19.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ela</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/SibtEL8tNGI/AAAAAAAAAVw/t8QhlUgZdJE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343218664104342626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/SibtEL8tNGI/AAAAAAAAAVw/t8QhlUgZdJE/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diferencial. Ela que tem todos, ou quase todos recebe um plano de destaque entre as tão monótonas pessoas, ela que sabe ser criança e gente grande, que sabe fazer os outros se sentirem confortáveis mesmo em um meio externo à família, ela que sabe ser hospitaleira e bem humorada, ela que sabe fazer sorrir, ela que sabe divertir e agradar com as mais bizarras formas de agir, ela que se gaba de mentirinha por suas qualidades, ela que sabe o quão grande é por dentro, ela que tem a maior paciência do mundo com aqueles que precisam, ela que faz tudo com um jeitinho todo especial, ela que tem todas as manhas de tudo, ela que transforma coisas ofuscadas em brilhantes, ela que faz de tudo um pouco, ela que é a "perfeita para prefeita" (risos), ela que é forte nas situações do coração, ela que age mais pela razão do que pela emoção, ela que está ali esperando o momento exato de aflorar, ela que esta com pressa de viver, ela que faz tudo nos mínimos detalhes, ela que demonstra ser a maior fortaleza do mundo e leva todos que pode em seus braços agora precisa de alguém que lhe empreste, nem que seja só um pouquinho, um colo bem quentinho ou mesmo um abraço forte, para ali ficar enquanto tudo acalma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1336916319669234752-8047915296539648787?l=ideiax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/feeds/8047915296539648787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/06/ela.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/8047915296539648787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/8047915296539648787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/06/ela.html' title='Ela'/><author><name>Ana Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09223884236324639054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/SibtEL8tNGI/AAAAAAAAAVw/t8QhlUgZdJE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336916319669234752.post-3768544331225455038</id><published>2009-06-03T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:57:06.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buscar com os olhos do coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/Sia5X_3pFBI/AAAAAAAAAVo/c0_ozostwsU/s1600-h/casal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343161829854614546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/Sia5X_3pFBI/AAAAAAAAAVo/c0_ozostwsU/s320/casal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O amor é difícil para os indecisos. É assustador para os medrosos. Avassalador para os apaixonados!&lt;br /&gt;Mas, os vencedores no amor são os fortes. Os que sabem o que querem e querem o que têm!Sonhar um sonho a dois e nunca desistir da busca de ser feliz é para poucos!&lt;br /&gt;“Quem de dentro de si não sai,vai morrer sem amar…”, já diz a canção.&lt;br /&gt;É preciso buscar com os olhos do coração, sem a certeza das possibilidades e sem medo das incertezas das impossibilidades.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca ter medo de machucar o coração, porque coração machucado cicatriza, mas coração vazio não tem jeito!&lt;br /&gt;Amantes: o caminhar é para frente,e a caminhada torna-se leve quando feita com cumplicidade, a dois.&lt;br /&gt;Demonstrar à pessoa amada a imensidão do seu amor é sabedoria, não fraqueza.&lt;br /&gt;E começar de novo, sempre que preciso, é não desistir de ser feliz!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1336916319669234752-3768544331225455038?l=ideiax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/feeds/3768544331225455038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/06/buscar-com-os-olhos-do-coracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/3768544331225455038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/3768544331225455038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/06/buscar-com-os-olhos-do-coracao.html' title='Buscar com os olhos do coração'/><author><name>Ana Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09223884236324639054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/Sia5X_3pFBI/AAAAAAAAAVo/c0_ozostwsU/s72-c/casal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336916319669234752.post-3574210587104671148</id><published>2009-04-23T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:54:04.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teu olho, teu verde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/SfFTyJdOdDI/AAAAAAAAAUo/RAUBPnmmel0/s1600-h/verde+olho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328131955153073202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/SfFTyJdOdDI/AAAAAAAAAUo/RAUBPnmmel0/s200/verde+olho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teus olhos representam a tua identidade, transparecem os teus sentimentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olhar mudo. Parado. Fascinado. Cansado. Não importa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É através dos olhos que a emoção aflora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E se verde representa sorte, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que sorte a minha ter um olhar verde igual a este.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1336916319669234752-3574210587104671148?l=ideiax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/feeds/3574210587104671148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/04/teu-olho-teu-verde.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/3574210587104671148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/3574210587104671148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/04/teu-olho-teu-verde.html' title='Teu olho, teu verde'/><author><name>Ana Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09223884236324639054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/SfFTyJdOdDI/AAAAAAAAAUo/RAUBPnmmel0/s72-c/verde+olho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336916319669234752.post-7086005957453731698</id><published>2009-04-23T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:32:51.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moça</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/SfFOxT8UGeI/AAAAAAAAAUg/6Qzw8u4M3ek/s1600-h/mo%C3%A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328126443229813218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/SfFOxT8UGeI/AAAAAAAAAUg/6Qzw8u4M3ek/s320/mo%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Quem é aquela?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Aquela? É a moça que desenha letras; Letras que traduzem histórias. Moça que se inspira onde a alegria não tem hora. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moça de maneira apaixonada e poética, de sentir e de viver, de se ver. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entusiasmada e espontânea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moça com tempo pra jogar conversa fora.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorrindo, responde:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Humm...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Vai logo, não demora!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1336916319669234752-7086005957453731698?l=ideiax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/feeds/7086005957453731698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/04/moca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/7086005957453731698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/7086005957453731698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/04/moca.html' title='Moça'/><author><name>Ana Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09223884236324639054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/SfFOxT8UGeI/AAAAAAAAAUg/6Qzw8u4M3ek/s72-c/mo%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336916319669234752.post-443040197918012304</id><published>2009-04-23T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T14:56:40.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As várias vezes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/SfE6F1U28kI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/dqm642Sf6HE/s1600-h/mo%C3%A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328103706044330562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/SfE6F1U28kI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/dqm642Sf6HE/s200/mo%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;às vezes é uma vontade de viver tudo logo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;às vezes é um 'te querer nesse momento'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;às vezes é uma vontade de parar o tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;às vezes é uma vontade de apressar o relógio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;às vezes é só o fato da presença, que já completa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;às vezes eu pressinto e é como uma saudade do que ainda não passou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;às vezes é só uma lembrança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e às vezes a sensação de ouvir esse teu riso há muito tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas muitas vezes, é só a vontade de te ter sempre &lt;strong&gt;ao meu lado&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: Dedicado a um alguém em especial!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1336916319669234752-443040197918012304?l=ideiax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/feeds/443040197918012304/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-varias-vezes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/443040197918012304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/443040197918012304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-varias-vezes.html' title='As várias vezes'/><author><name>Ana Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09223884236324639054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/SfE6F1U28kI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/dqm642Sf6HE/s72-c/mo%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336916319669234752.post-2347237160649976813</id><published>2009-04-23T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:46:13.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/SfE1VqLwYLI/AAAAAAAAAUI/71qIpBQUZwg/s1600-h/lala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328098480373129394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/SfE1VqLwYLI/AAAAAAAAAUI/71qIpBQUZwg/s200/lala.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liberdade é poder sentir o que o seu coração deseja independente da opinião dos outros!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1336916319669234752-2347237160649976813?l=ideiax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/feeds/2347237160649976813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/04/sinta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/2347237160649976813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/2347237160649976813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/04/sinta.html' title='Sinta'/><author><name>Ana Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09223884236324639054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/SfE1VqLwYLI/AAAAAAAAAUI/71qIpBQUZwg/s72-c/lala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336916319669234752.post-5361802355520731802</id><published>2009-04-02T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:49:45.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deixa tudo e vem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/SdWTh4eE_5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/shFnkKBAv2k/s1600-h/deixa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320320745111617426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/SdWTh4eE_5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/shFnkKBAv2k/s200/deixa2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vem matar a minha sede&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixa os horários pra depois&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixa o mundo inteiro pra depois&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque hoje eu quero acabar com a minha saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E vai acabar tarde...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1336916319669234752-5361802355520731802?l=ideiax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/feeds/5361802355520731802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/04/vem-matar-minha-sede-deixa-os-horarios.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/5361802355520731802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/5361802355520731802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/04/vem-matar-minha-sede-deixa-os-horarios.html' title='Deixa tudo e vem'/><author><name>Ana Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09223884236324639054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/SdWTh4eE_5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/shFnkKBAv2k/s72-c/deixa2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336916319669234752.post-3699455062446972208</id><published>2009-04-02T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:23:13.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Só pra ela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/SdWOysVivzI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VY3bc2Z9_2c/s1600-h/pinta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320315536354230066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/SdWOysVivzI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VY3bc2Z9_2c/s200/pinta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um beijo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no cabelo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;na testa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no queixo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;na trave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no lábio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;na pinta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no nariz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;na nuca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no olho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;na buchecha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no rosto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ou na cabeça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é dela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é nela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;são todos só pra ela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E ele está na dela!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1336916319669234752-3699455062446972208?l=ideiax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/feeds/3699455062446972208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-pra-ela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/3699455062446972208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/3699455062446972208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-pra-ela.html' title='Só pra ela'/><author><name>Ana Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09223884236324639054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/SdWOysVivzI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VY3bc2Z9_2c/s72-c/pinta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336916319669234752.post-5888230729849837778</id><published>2009-04-02T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:58:23.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A surpresa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/SdWJRA0cTcI/AAAAAAAAATw/hIepYMNjmBc/s1600-h/surpresa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320309460178849218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/SdWJRA0cTcI/AAAAAAAAATw/hIepYMNjmBc/s200/surpresa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;é aquela espera que sorri por dentro fazendo a gente se sentir feliz pelo que vai vir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1336916319669234752-5888230729849837778?l=ideiax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/feeds/5888230729849837778/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/04/surpresa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/5888230729849837778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/5888230729849837778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/04/surpresa.html' title='A surpresa...'/><author><name>Ana Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09223884236324639054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/SdWJRA0cTcI/AAAAAAAAATw/hIepYMNjmBc/s72-c/surpresa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336916319669234752.post-5668014386191557450</id><published>2009-04-02T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:50:25.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/SdWHfzEI8XI/AAAAAAAAATo/K1TwPgM9wro/s1600-h/sorriso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320307515161375090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/SdWHfzEI8XI/AAAAAAAAATo/K1TwPgM9wro/s320/sorriso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero esse seu sorriso sorrindo só pra mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero o teu riso rindo só pra mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero voce todo pra mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1336916319669234752-5668014386191557450?l=ideiax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/feeds/5668014386191557450/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/04/quero-esse-seu-sorriso-sorrindo-so-pra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/5668014386191557450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1336916319669234752/posts/default/5668014386191557450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiax.blogspot.com/2009/04/quero-esse-seu-sorriso-sorrindo-so-pra.html' title='Quero'/><author><name>Ana Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09223884236324639054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2klK_SpJTmo/SdWHfzEI8XI/AAAAAAAAATo/K1TwPgM9wro/s72-c/sorriso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
