<?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-33741217</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:29:12.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas simples!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>A vida é tão simples...
A natureza tão perfeita...
As pessoas tão capazes...

Pq complicamos?????????????</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessatt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessatt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Coisas simples!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211833130480257194</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>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33741217.post-115852968285063730</id><published>2006-09-17T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T14:53:33.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOSSAS VIRTUDES</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você é forte...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quando pega sua mágoa e ensina a sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corajoso...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quando supera seu temor e ajuda os outros a fazer o mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feliz ...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quando vê uma flor e se vê abençoado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amoroso ...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quando sua própria dor não lhe faz cego à dor dos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sábio...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quando conhece os limites de sua sabedoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verdadeiro...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quando admite que há vezes em que você se engana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Livre...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quando têm o controle de si e não deseja controlar os outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Generoso...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quando pode receber tão docemente quanto você pode dar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atencioso...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quando me vê exatamente como sou e me trata exatamente como você é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rico...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quando nunca precisa mais do que o que você tem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você é você...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quando está em paz com quem você não é. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33741217-115852968285063730?l=vanessatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115852968285063730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115852968285063730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/nossas-virtudes.html' title='NOSSAS VIRTUDES'/><author><name>Coisas simples!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211833130480257194</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33741217.post-115836813940229708</id><published>2006-09-15T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T17:55:39.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSEU IMPERIAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/1600/Petr??polis"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/320/Petr%3F%3Fpolis%20%2818%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/1600/Petr??polis"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/320/Petr%3F%3Fpolis%20%2817%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/1600/Petr??polis"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/320/Petr%3F%3Fpolis%20%2828%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/1600/Petr??polis"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/320/Petr%3F%3Fpolis%20%2838%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/1600/Petr??polis"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/320/Petr%3F%3Fpolis%20%2816%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;░Foto da família Real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;░Prédio das viaturas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;░Nós e Dom Pedro II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;░Carruagem Imperial&lt;br /&gt;░Casa de Dom pedro de Alcântara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33741217-115836813940229708?l=vanessatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115836813940229708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115836813940229708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/museu-imperial.html' title='MUSEU IMPERIAL'/><author><name>Coisas simples!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211833130480257194</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33741217.post-115836560589917533</id><published>2006-09-15T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T17:13:25.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PEQUENOS GIGANTES...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/1600/Petr??polis"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/320/Petr%3F%3Fpolis%20%2859%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/1600/Petr??polis"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/320/Petr%3F%3Fpolis%20%283%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/1600/Petr??polis"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/320/Petr%3F%3Fpolis%20%284%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/1600/Petr??polis"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/320/Petr%3F%3Fpolis%20%2821%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Me sinto muito a vontade com essas pessoinhas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dedico 20 horas semanais a eles, onde não só ensino como também aprendo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Infelizmente não estão todos aí...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bjuxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33741217-115836560589917533?l=vanessatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115836560589917533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115836560589917533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/pequenos-gigantes.html' title='PEQUENOS GIGANTES...'/><author><name>Coisas simples!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211833130480257194</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33741217.post-115815847827427484</id><published>2006-09-13T07:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T21:37:43.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOSSO AMOR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/1600/342444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/400/342444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nosso amor Eterno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que a necessidade dos nossos corpos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;não seja tão somente prazer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que o brilho dos nossos olhos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;não expresse apenas a saudade... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que os pensamentos que nos invadem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;não sejam apenas devaneios... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que a minha esperança e a sua capacidade de se doar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;não sejam apenas um ato de caridade... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que o amor que carregamos no nosso coração, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;não seja apenas um breve amor... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que tudo o que pudermos dizer um ao outro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;que seja dito enquanto exista a afinidade de idéias, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que possamos não ocultar as mágoas e os ressentimentos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que o nosso ideal de vida seja o mesmo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que tudo o que sonharmos, seja conjunto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que nosso equilíbrio esteja na mesma medida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Assim, quando não existir mais nenhum obstáculo entre nós, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;possamos ser finalmente: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Uma grande história de amor! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Autor desconhecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;**************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mesmo que você seja chato,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que você pense que é meu pai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que você me perturbe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me recrimine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me cobre ou me censure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mesmo que você não me admire...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu o amo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E ao contrário de você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu não te perturbo, eu te mimo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu não te recrimino, eu te apóio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu não te cobro nem te censuro, eu te respeito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E eu te admiro muito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lembra? "Os fracos excluem, os fortes acolhem!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te amo cabeção, da mesma forma que te amei há 6 anos atrás, da mesma forma que te amei há 5 meses atrás e da mesma forma que tenho amado a cada dia da minha vida e que espero amar por muuuuuuuuito tempo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ps.: Essa foto não é das melhores, eu sei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mas foi de um momento tão fantástico das nossas vidas, assim que casamos, na primeira semana, nossa casinha estava uma bagunça, cheia de caixas de papelão, e nós só ríamos de tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sem mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33741217-115815847827427484?l=vanessatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115815847827427484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115815847827427484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/nosso-amor_13.html' title='NOSSO AMOR!'/><author><name>Coisas simples!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211833130480257194</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33741217.post-115815698732893015</id><published>2006-09-13T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T07:16:27.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOJE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/1600/05-08%20(11).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/400/05-08%20%2811%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Só existem dois dias no ano que nada pode ser feito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Um se chama ontem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e o outro se chama amanhã,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;portanto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hoje é o dia certo para amar, acreditar, fazer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e principalmente viver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dalai Lama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33741217-115815698732893015?l=vanessatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115815698732893015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115815698732893015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/hoje.html' title='HOJE!'/><author><name>Coisas simples!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211833130480257194</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33741217.post-115815678615231841</id><published>2006-09-13T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T07:13:06.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/1600/teatro.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/400/teatro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33741217-115815678615231841?l=vanessatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115815678615231841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115815678615231841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Coisas simples!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211833130480257194</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33741217.post-115785674428357384</id><published>2006-09-09T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T19:52:24.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PESSOAS QUE AMO MUITÃO!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/1600/S3010120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/320/S3010120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/1600/S3010024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/320/S3010024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/1600/S3010027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/320/S3010027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/1600/S3010022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/320/S3010022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/1600/S3010021.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/320/S3010021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Na seqüência:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;■Com meu maridinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;■Com mamãe e Fran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;■Com papai e Fran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;■Só com a mamãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;■Só com a Fran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~~MINHA FAMÍLIA~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***Sem vocês eu não sou ninguém***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33741217-115785674428357384?l=vanessatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115785674428357384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115785674428357384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/pessoas-que-amo-muito.html' title='PESSOAS QUE AMO MUITÃO!!!!!!'/><author><name>Coisas simples!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211833130480257194</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33741217.post-115784558614826774</id><published>2006-09-09T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T07:18:03.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRAN, FRANZINHA, FRANZONA, FRANZOCA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/1600/fran.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/320/fran.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Minha irmãzinha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;meu bebê!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To colocando minha cabecinha p/ pensar, tentando buscar a primeira lembrança que tenho de vc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;◙Acho que era aquela, d qnd eu chegava da escola q vc vinha correndo olhar o q tinha sobrado da minha merenda e fazia a maior festa qnd pegava o biscoito, sem saber q na escola eu sempre deixava um pouquinho do biscoito só p/ fazer surpresa p/ vc em casa...rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;░Tb lembro d qnd ficávamos em casa sozinhas q eu costurava meu pé com a agulha, fingia q estava doendo e depois fingia q estava morta e vc começava a chorar, eu ñ agüentava de tanto rir...(maldade!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;░Lembro q nós pegávamos as roupas da mamãe e fazíamos uma zona na casa e qnd faltava pouco p/ mamãe chegar em casa, arrumávamos td correndo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;░E qnd abríamos as latas de leite condensado (rsrsrsrss) ficávamos enjoadas antes da lata terminar, pq naquela época nem sabíamos fazer brigadeiro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;░Lembro q vc me chamava de NENÉM e eu odiava...(como criança é boboca né!?Agora eu lembro e acho tão lindo...rss), mas tb, vc chegava na porta da minha sala na escola, eu já estava na 4ª série, me chamava de neném, é óbvio q tds os meus amigos riam d mim, e o pior, me chamavam d neném tb...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;░Lembra do Tidi??????? Nós fazíamos maldades com ele lembra?!?!?! Deve ser por isso q ele t mordeu 7 vezes ao longo da vida (hahahahahaahhahahaahahah), acho q ele ñ ia mt com a sua cara né?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;░Lembro q sempre q eu queria conversar c/ minhas colegas vc ficava atrás e eu mandava vc sair, vc ficava chorando, (maldade tb!) e vc tb chorava qnd vc era CAFÉ-COM-LEITE nas brincadeiras lembra?!?!? Na verdade vc era uma chorona e a mamãe sempre brigava comigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;░Lembra qnd íamos cedinho p/ médico, eu, vc e a mamãe, era SAMOC lembra? ficávamos brincando nos bancos, no telefone, mamçae levava nescau e biscoito p/ gente e na sala da médica (Drª Isaura) era uma zona só...mamãe brigava + ela dizia q podia, então...rsrss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tenho muitas lembranças, foi difícil começar a lembrar, mas agora tá F*** parar...rsrss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ah...tenho q falar essa...rsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;░Lembra qnd eu "saia" q vc ficava escondida na escada p/ papai ñ ver, pq ele achava q estávamos juntas na casa da Thiara...(outra maldade!)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Depois...vc cresceu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não me chamava + de neném, passamos uma fase mt "briguenta"...fase ruim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu sempre dizia aquelas coisas feias...Vc ñ acredita né?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Era td mentira, como era metira tb qnd eu fingia q estava morta, ou qnd inventava história p/ t assustar...Lembra do Negão?!?!? Então...o q eu dizia é tão mentiroso qnt essas coisinhas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu te amo e te amo muuuuuuuuuuuuito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vc é minha vida, um pedaço do meu corpo, preenche + da metade do meu coração (tá gordinha heim nega!!!rsrss)Vc é uma parte de mim, minha irmã, amiga, mãe, madrinha dos meus filhos...rss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Estaremos sempre juntinhas...nada nem ng mudará isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cara de tampa de panela!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Amo d+!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Seu neném...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sem mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33741217-115784558614826774?l=vanessatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115784558614826774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115784558614826774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/fran-franzinha-franzona-franzoca.html' title='FRAN, FRANZINHA, FRANZONA, FRANZOCA...'/><author><name>Coisas simples!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211833130480257194</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33741217.post-115776652703415067</id><published>2006-09-08T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T18:48:47.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUE MULHER?!?!?!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/1600/000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/320/000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que mulher nunca teve... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Um sutiã meio furado, Um primo meio tarado, Ou um amigo meio viado? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que mulher nunca tomou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Um fora de querer sumir, Um porre de cair,Ou um rémedio para dormir? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que mulher nunca sonhou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Com a sogra morta e estendida, Em ser feliz na vida, Ou com uma lipo na barriga? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que mulher nunca pensou... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Em dar fim numa panela, Jogar os filhos pela janela, Ou que a culpa era toda dela? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que mulher nunca penou... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Para ter a perna depilada, Para aturar uma empregada, Ou para trabalhar menstruada? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que mulher nunca comeu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Uma caixa de Bis por ansiedade, Uma alface por vaidade,Ou um canalha por saudade? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que mulher nunca apertou... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O pé no sapato para caber, A barriga para emagrecer, Ou um ursinho para não enlouquecer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que mulher nunca jurou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que não estava ao telefone, Que não pensa em silicone,Ou que "dele" não lembra nem o nome?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bem...Destas situações, direi quais eu nunca passei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1º Sogra morta e estendida...Gosto dela pra caramba, prefiro ela bem vivinha, gente fíníssima!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2º Jogar os filhos pela janela....Não tenho filhos e talvez nem tenha nunca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3º....hummm....acho q nem tem terceira!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;rsrsrsrsrsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bjuxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33741217-115776652703415067?l=vanessatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115776652703415067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115776652703415067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/que-mulher.html' title='QUE MULHER?!?!?!?!?'/><author><name>Coisas simples!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211833130480257194</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33741217.post-115768288633462583</id><published>2006-09-07T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T19:34:46.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SE EU MORRER ANTES DE VOCÊ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/1600/ne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/320/ne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Se eu morrer antes de você, faça-me um favor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chore o quanto quiser,mas não brigue com Deus por Ele haver me levado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Se não quiser chorar, não chore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Se não conseguir chorar, não se preocupe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Se tiver vontade de rir, ria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Se alguns amigos contarem algum fato a meu respeito, ouça e acrescente sua versão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Se me elogiarem demais, corrija o exagero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Se me criticarem demais, defenda-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Se me quiserem fazer uma santa, só porque morri, mostre que eu tinha um pouco de santa, mas estava longe de ser a santa que me pintam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Se me quiserem fazer um demônio, mostre que eu talvez tivesse um pouco de demônio,mas que a vida inteira eu tentei ser boa e amiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Espero estar com Ele o suficiente para continuar sendo útil a você, lá onde estiver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E se tiver vontade de escrever alguma coisa sobre mim, diga apenas uma frase:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- "Foi minha amiga, acreditou em mim e me quis mais perto de Deus!"- Aí, então derrame uma lágrima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu não estarei presente para enxugá-la, mas não faz mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Outros amigos farão isso no meu lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E, vendo-me bem substituída,irei cuidar de minha nova tarefa no outro plano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mas, de vez em quando, dê uma espiadinha na direção de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Você não me verá, mas eu ficaria muito feliz vendo você olhar para Ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E, quando chegar a sua vez de ir para o Pai, aí, sem nenhum véu a separara gente, vamos vibrar com a glória de sermos imortais, com a alegria do reencontro dos seres afins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Você acredita nessas coisas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Então ore para que nós vivamos como quem sabe que vai deixar este corpo um dia, e que partamos como quem soube aproveitar a oportunidade da vida material.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Amizade só faz sentido se traz o "céu" para mais perto da gente, e se inaugura aquimesmo o seu começo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mas, se eu desencarnar antes de você, acho que não vou estranhar o céu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Ser sua amiga já é um pedaço dele..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33741217-115768288633462583?l=vanessatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115768288633462583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115768288633462583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/se-eu-morrer-antes-de-voc.html' title='SE EU MORRER ANTES DE VOCÊ...'/><author><name>Coisas simples!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211833130480257194</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33741217.post-115759503291847930</id><published>2006-09-06T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T19:10:32.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VAZIO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/1600/bor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/320/bor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sinto um vazio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Minha voz ecoa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tenho tudo, mas não tenho nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não deveria reclamar de nada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mas estou insatisfeita!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não sei o que há...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Perco o ânimo, perco a alegria e perco as pessoas que ainda me amam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quero-as junto a mim e por alguns segundos desejo que elas desapareçam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O que quero????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Prefiro acreditar que estou vivendo uma fase BUTTERFLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tudo isso não passa de uma metamorfose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E quando passar, deixarei de ser essa lagarta rastejante, e me transformarei numa bela borboleta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Enquanto isso não acontece...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vou vivendo...&lt;strong&gt;É difícil...Mas to tentando!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sem mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33741217-115759503291847930?l=vanessatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115759503291847930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115759503291847930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/vazio.html' title='VAZIO!!!'/><author><name>Coisas simples!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211833130480257194</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33741217.post-115759462493860538</id><published>2006-09-06T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T19:03:44.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SER CARIOCA É...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/1600/20393020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/320/20393020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ser Carioca é... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Começar alguma conversa com o usual "olha só..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ser marrento porque pode ser... afinal, olhe só onde a gente mora! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dar inveja nos "não cariocas" pelo simples fato de sermos cariocas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Indignar-se com a inveja dos "não cariocas" com o habitual "faaala sério" Tratar tanto homens quanto mulheres de "cara" sem que isso seja considerado afronta... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;É comer pizza com catchup sim, e daí?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ter certeza de que esta é a cidade mais linda do mundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Falar com o "R" arrastado e com o "S" com som de "X" e exagerar ainda mais quando está perto de paulistas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Saber que as maiores torcidas do mundo estão aqui! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Saber que o maior estádio do mundo é o Maracanã; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Saber que a maior floresta urbana do mundo é a Floresta da Tijuca; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Saber que a maior favela do mundo é a Rocinha; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Entender porque a maioria dos estrangeiros acham que o Rio de Janeiro é a capital do Brasil;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ver o nascer do sol na praia depois da night; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ficar feliz com o horário de verão começa, porque isso significa uma hora a mais na praia; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Agir com naturalidade ao encontrar artistas globais na rua; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Buzinar assim que o sinal abre; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tomar mate sempre que estiver com sede; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Torcer para alguma escola de samba, mas viajar no carnaval por que a cidade fica cheia de paulistas; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sair no bloco do Suvaco, no Simpatia é quase amor e no Bloco das piranhas de Niterói; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ir à praia sempre no mesmo lugar; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Acampar na Ilha Grande pelo menos uma vez na vida; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Odiar os argentinos que vão para Búzios nas férias e tratam as brasileiras como lixo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Passar horas na academia, nem que seja fazendo social; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ter amigos no condomínio onde mora; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ter amigos na academia onde malha; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fazer amigos na praia; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ir ao shopping fazer compras e não fazer social, porque isso é coisa, de paulista; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Saber que as obras do "Rio Cidade" foram desnecessárias, mas até que ficaram bonitinhas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Odiar a atual situação das praias da Zona Sul; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Estar sempre perto de uma favela; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Morrer de rir ao ver paulistas dançando funk na televisão, como se esta fosse a última moda;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Usar os engarrafamentos para comprar biscoito Globo e apreciar a paisagem; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MAS PRINCIPALMENTE... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Amar e respeitar muito esta cidade porque, mesmo com todos os seus problemas, ela é a &lt;strong&gt;CIDADE MARAVILHOSA!!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33741217-115759462493860538?l=vanessatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115759462493860538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115759462493860538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/ser-carioca.html' title='SER CARIOCA É...'/><author><name>Coisas simples!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211833130480257194</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33741217.post-115748745546382488</id><published>2006-09-05T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T13:30:21.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAUDADESSSSS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/1600/Gigiiii%20(34).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/320/Gigiiii%20%2834%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Meu coração tá apertadinho de saudade!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ô coisinha ruim de sentir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Minha princesinha tá longe de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quando ela ainda era bem pequenina e eu estava numa loja, ficava fantasiando o dia que poderia comprar bonecas, roupinha da Barbie, tudo p/ deixá-la mais linda ainda, levá-la para passear, ficava imaginando vê-la toda sujinha brincando no Campo de São Bento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hoje ela já está podendo fazer tudo isso...Mas não está aqui!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nem sei se ela ainda lembra de mim :,(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Afinal de contas, as crianças não tem lembranças, elas ainda estão criando uma, como ela terá lembranças minhas se ela não me vê...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dia desses, recebi umas fotos dela (umas ñ...217 p/ ser mais exata) e a saudade aumentos em 200%, vi como ela está linda, grande, esperta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sinto também falta da minha prima...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quero muito que ela seja feliz, ela merece, e pesso todos os dias em minhas orações as forças superiores, para não ter pensamentos egoístas em relação a elas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;É muito difícil...mas to tentando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As amo acima de tudo, e como quem ama quer o bem, é o que quero para elas, só que queria que isso fosse aqui...pertinho de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Queria poder encher minha gatinha de mimos, dengos, chamegos, beijos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ela estava tão agarradinha comigo, parece até que estou ouvindo sua voz: Diiiii ou Didaaaaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu me derretia, é lógico, estava sempre me chamando, chorava quando eu ia embora, eu tinha que sair escondida e com o coração partido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Agora ela está lá...e eu aqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tenho muita saudade, passo horas revendo suas fotos, assistindo seus vídeos, ouvindo sua voz no meu celular, imaginando o que ela estava na hora que tirou as fotos que recebi, chorando de saudade, rindo sozinha, recordando, recordando e recordando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não tenho muita escolha, além de recordar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E assim vamos vivendo...As vezes penso que minha ligação com eloa é extra-corpórea, amo essa menina desde que ela era só um barrigão imenso, sempre falava com ela pelo umbigo da Jana, acho que eu era a única que fazia isso, dizem que o bebê escuta né?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tomara que ela não esqueça dessa "Di" bobona aqui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Enquanto isso...rogo pela felicidade das duas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sem mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33741217-115748745546382488?l=vanessatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115748745546382488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115748745546382488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/saudadesssss.html' title='SAUDADESSSSS!!!'/><author><name>Coisas simples!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211833130480257194</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33741217.post-115733623715819530</id><published>2006-09-03T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T19:17:17.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEUS AMIGOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/1600/03-09%20(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/320/03-09%20%284%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Escolho meus amigos não pela pele ou outra característica qualquer,mas pela pupila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tem que ter brilho questionador e tonalidade inquietante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A mim não interessam os bons de espírito nem os maus de hábitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fico com aqueles que fazem de mim louco e santo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Deles não quero resposta, quero meu avesso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que me tragam dúvidas e angústias e agüentem o que há de pior em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Para isso, só sendo louco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quero os santos, para que não duvidem das diferenças e peçam perdão pelas injustiças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Escolho meus amigos pela cara lavada e pela alma exposta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não quero só o ombro ou o colo, quero também sua maior alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Amigo que não ri junto não sabe sofrer junto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Meus amigos são todos assim: metade bobeira, metade seriedade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não quero risos previsíveis nem choros piedosos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quero amigos sérios, daqueles que fazem da realidade sua fonte de aprendizagem, mas lutam para que a fantasia não desapareça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não quero amigos adultos nem chatos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quero-os metade infância e outra metade velhice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Crianças, para que não esqueçam o valor do vento no rosto; e velhos, para que nunca tenham pressa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tenho amigos para saber quem eu sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pois os vendo loucos e santos, bobos e sérios, crianças e velhos, nunca me esquecerei de que "normalidade" é uma ilusão imbecil e estéril."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33741217-115733623715819530?l=vanessatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115733623715819530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115733623715819530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/meus-amigos.html' title='MEUS AMIGOS'/><author><name>Coisas simples!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211833130480257194</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33741217.post-115718369548282120</id><published>2006-09-02T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T00:54:55.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NÃO TENHA MEDO DE PERDER...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/1600/collage10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/320/collage10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Você sabe por quê o mar é tão grande?Tão imenso?Tão poderoso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;É porque teve a humildade de colocar-se alguns centímetros abaixo de todos os rios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sabendo receber, tornou-se grande.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Se quisesse ser o primeiro; estaria alguns centímetros acima de todos os rios, não seria mar, mas sim uma ilha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Toda sua água iria para os outros e estaria isolado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A perda faz parte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A queda faz parte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A morte faz parte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;É impossível vivermos satisfatoriamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Precisamos aprender a perder, a cair, a errar e a morrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Impossível ganhar sem saber perder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Impossível andar sem saber cair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Impossível acertar sem saber errar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Impossível viver sem saber morrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Se aprenderes a perder, a cair, a errar,ninguém mais o controlará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Porque o máximo que poderá acontecera você é cair, errar e perder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E isto você já sabe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bem aventurado aquele que já consegue receber com a mesma naturalidade o ganho e a perda…o acerto e o erro…o triunfo e a queda….… a vida e a morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33741217-115718369548282120?l=vanessatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115718369548282120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115718369548282120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-tenha-medo-de-perder.html' title='NÃO TENHA MEDO DE PERDER...'/><author><name>Coisas simples!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211833130480257194</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33741217.post-115718334576932092</id><published>2006-09-02T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T00:49:05.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CORRA ESSE RISCO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/1600/collage11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/320/collage11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Rir, é correr o risco de parecer tolo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chorar, é correr o risco de parecer sentimental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Estender a mão é correr o risco de se envolver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Expor seus sentimentos é correr o risco de mostrar seu verdadeiro eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Defender seus sonhos e ideais é correr o rico de perder pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Amar, é correr o risco de não ser correspondido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Viver, é correr o risco de morrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Confiar, é correr o risco de se decepcionar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tentar, é correr o risco de fracassar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mas os riscos devem ser corridos porque o maior risco é não arriscar nada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33741217-115718334576932092?l=vanessatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115718334576932092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115718334576932092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/corra-esse-risco.html' title='CORRA ESSE RISCO!!!'/><author><name>Coisas simples!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211833130480257194</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33741217.post-115718315712950214</id><published>2006-09-02T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T13:53:20.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PARA REFLETIR!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/1600/collage7.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/320/collage7.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tem certos dias que a gente acorda de mal com a vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ontem eu estava meio desanimado, triste e pensativo em relação ao amanhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quando fui trabalhar, me deparei com crianças portadoras de necessidades especiais, com sorrisos vibrantes apesar dos seus problemas, isto me fez chorar de vergonha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Muitas vezes somos tão perfeitos e esquecemos daqueles que precisam de tanta ajuda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Muitas vezes somos tão tristes e esquecemos de pessoas especiais que com tantos problemas nos ensinam a sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Muitas vezes esquecemos de que tudo nesta vida tem a sua dose de sacrifício, de dedicação, de amor e acima de tudo, esperança no amanhã...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Saber agradecer a vida pelo que ela nos proporciona é a maneira mais inteligente de aumentar a nossa auto-estima, o nosso entusiasmo e nossa força de vontade por novos dias que virão... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não custa lembrar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SEMPRE QUE ALGUMA COISA TE ATRAPALHAR O DIA, LEMBRE-SE QUE EXISTEM PESSOAS QUE POSSUEM MUITO MENOS QUE VOCÊ E AINDA ASSIM SÃO FELIZES E CARIDOSOS...PQ VC Ñ PODE SER????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33741217-115718315712950214?l=vanessatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115718315712950214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115718315712950214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/para-refletir.html' title='PARA REFLETIR!!!'/><author><name>Coisas simples!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211833130480257194</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33741217.post-115718291165242270</id><published>2006-09-02T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T13:49:59.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ATÉ ONDE VOCÊ PODE CHEGAR?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/1600/collage9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/320/collage9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sua irritação não solucionará problema algum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sua contrariedade não alterará o sistema das coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Seu mau humor, não modificará para melhor sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sua dor não impedirá que o sol brilhe amanhã sobre bons e maus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Suas reclamações jamais acrescentarão aos outros, uma gota de simpatia por você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Por que tanta preocupação com a vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Você jamais conseguirá sair vivo dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Amar a vida enobrece a alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Por isso sorria para ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sempre!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33741217-115718291165242270?l=vanessatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115718291165242270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115718291165242270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/at-onde-voc-pode-chegar_02.html' title='ATÉ ONDE VOCÊ PODE CHEGAR?'/><author><name>Coisas simples!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211833130480257194</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33741217.post-115718118207218458</id><published>2006-09-02T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T13:48:29.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANJOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/1600/collage6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/320/collage6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Com que se parecem os anjos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Com aquela velhinha que devolveu sua carteira&lt;br /&gt;outro dia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Com aquele motorista que disse que seus olhos iluminam o mundo quando&lt;br /&gt;você sorri?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Com aquela criancinha que lhe mostrou a maravilha das coisas&lt;br /&gt;simples?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Com aquele homem pobre que lhe agradeceu a esmola com o olhar mais grato&lt;br /&gt;possível?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Com aquele homem rico que lhe mostrou que tudo é possível se você&lt;br /&gt;apenas acreditar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Com aquele estranho que apareceu bem na hora em que você estava&lt;br /&gt;perdido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Com aquele amigo que lhe tocou o coração quando você pensava que não&lt;br /&gt;tinha amigos para ajudá-lo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Com o sorriso de bom dia dado por algum&lt;br /&gt;desconhecido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Os anjos aparecem em todos os tamanhos e formas, todas as idades e&lt;br /&gt;tipos de peles.Alguns têm sardas, outros têm covinhas.Alguns têm rugas e outros&lt;br /&gt;não.Eles aparecem disfarçados como amigos, inimigos, professores, estudantes ,&lt;br /&gt;amantes e tolos.Eles não levam a vida seriamente, e conseguem ser muito&lt;br /&gt;leves.Eles não deixam endereços e nada pedem em retorno.Às vezes usam chinelos,&lt;br /&gt;não mostram as asas.Outras vezes pedem para lavar e passar.Eles são difíceis de&lt;br /&gt;achar quando seus olhos estão fechados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas estão em toda parte quando você escolhe vê-los.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33741217-115718118207218458?l=vanessatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115718118207218458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115718118207218458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/anjos.html' title='ANJOS'/><author><name>Coisas simples!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211833130480257194</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33741217.post-115718078922626239</id><published>2006-09-01T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T13:47:26.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INICIANDO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/1600/COLONIAL%20GARDEN%20(9).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7887/3708/320/COLONIAL%20GARDEN%20%289%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Resolvi entrar&lt;br /&gt;no mundo "blog".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho muitas&lt;br /&gt;mensagens legais e quero divulgá-las&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Farei isso&lt;br /&gt;aqui!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bjux a&lt;br /&gt;todos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33741217-115718078922626239?l=vanessatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115718078922626239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33741217/posts/default/115718078922626239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/iniciando.html' title='INICIANDO!!!'/><author><name>Coisas simples!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211833130480257194</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></entry></feed>
