<?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-2831263262547131427</id><updated>2012-03-14T04:52:36.102-03:00</updated><category term='Uma observação sobre esse BlOG.'/><category term='MELHORES'/><title type='text'>• ♠ | Tutα  ॐ мedeιrσs •҉</title><subtitle type='html'>A vida ainda vale um sorriso</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>168</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-8657052567066986825</id><published>2012-03-07T00:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-03-07T00:00:42.265-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Choro</title><content type='html'>Quando choro, minha alma se afoga em mim.&lt;br /&gt;
Sendo de tristeza ou alegria, ela afunda e fica.&lt;br /&gt;
Submersa, calma e desesperada. Sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;
Reflete minha imensidão escondida no fundo.&lt;br /&gt;
Tão grande, quanto aquilo que escondo,&lt;br /&gt;
Minha dor, meu amor e meu mundo.&lt;br /&gt;
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=´´)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-8657052567066986825?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/8657052567066986825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=8657052567066986825' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/8657052567066986825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/8657052567066986825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2012/03/choro.html' title='Choro'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-3525819101775098177</id><published>2012-03-01T13:51:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2012-03-01T13:52:39.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;Escrito por&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1514636037" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1514636037" style="cursor: pointer; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Tuany Medeiros&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;Toda mulher quer ser perfeita. Nós temos mania de perfeição, de arrumação, de fazer sempre da melhor forma, de agradar e de melhorar. Nós fazemos isso no trabalho, com a nossa beleza e com os companheiros. Agora não é justo homens cobrarem aquilo que eles não tem a oferecer. Canso de ver homem feio com mulheres lindas e acham que isso é o justo. Cobram beleza, mulheres&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;que não bebem e não fumam, roupas apropriadas entre outras coisas. Por favor homens ponham-se nos seu devidos lugares. Nós também queremos garotos bonitos, preocupados com a saúde e que nos façam rir. É como comprar um carro confortável e potente com a lataria enferrujada. É claro que o interior nos importa muito mais porém metaforicamente falando ninguém sente vontade de abrir um presente mal embrulhado, amassado ou sujo. Recebam aquilo que esta apropriadamente adequado ao que vocês tem a oferecer.&lt;/span&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/2831263262547131427-3525819101775098177?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/3525819101775098177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=3525819101775098177' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/3525819101775098177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/3525819101775098177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2012/03/escrito-por-tuany-medeiros-toda-mulher_01.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-413656688936509081</id><published>2012-03-01T13:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-03-01T13:51:36.842-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;Escrito por&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1514636037" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1514636037" style="background-color: white; color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Tuany Medeiros&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;Toda mulher quer ser perfeita. Nós temos mania de perfeição, de arrumação, de fazer sempre da melhor forma, de agradar e de melhorar. Nós fazemos isso no trabalho, com a nossa beleza e com os companheiros. Agora não é justo homens cobrarem aquilo que eles não tem a oferecer. Canso de ver homem feio com mulheres lindas e acham que isso é o justo. Cobram beleza, mulheres&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;que não bebem e não fumam, roupas apropriadas entre outras coisas. Por favor homens ponham-se nos seu devidos lugares. Nós também queremos garotos bonitos, preocupados com a saúde e que nos façam rir. É como comprar um carro confortável e potente com a lataria enferrujada. É claro que o interior nos importa muito mais porém metaforicamente falando ninguém sente vontade de abrir um presente mal embrulhado, amassado ou sujo. Recebam aquilo que esta apropriadamente adequado ao que vocês tem a oferecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-413656688936509081?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/413656688936509081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=413656688936509081' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/413656688936509081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/413656688936509081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2012/03/escrito-por-tuany-medeiros-toda-mulher.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-7067584937412877113</id><published>2012-03-01T13:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-03-01T13:51:09.583-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;Crítica feminina - Por&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1514636037" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1514636037" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Tuany Medeiros&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;Homens são engraçados. Na rua procuram mulheres dispostas a sexo 24h por dia. Querem se sentir mais homens, serem bem tratados, querem ser os donos da situação. Quando o tempo passa e procuram a mulher para casar, querem princesas, virgens, formadas e estabilizadas economicamente. Os homens te cobram presença constante no telefone, você nunca pode deixar de atende-los, mas na conversa entre amigos nós sabemos que aquela que deixa ele um pouco de lado é que desperta o interesse maior. Nós nunca podemos estar de mal humor, sempre sorrindo, mas a mulher que sorri para todos parece vulgar aos olhos do homem que quer compromisso. Homens não gostam de mulheres 'rodadas', mas se você não for aquela que ele está procurando, ai de você que recuse um convite de banho com ele. Todas queremos ser a procurada, a perfeita e a amada. Quando as mulheres tem um objetivo é difícil homens entenderem que eles estão em segundo plano, mas nem por isso estamos desinteressadas. Nós também queremos vocês, porém é mais fácil quando vocês deixam claro o que querem e não ficam chateados quando dizemos o que queremos. Dessa forma, quando os 'nãos' forem dados para ambas as partes, ninguém vai se sentir mal. E para a mulher cansada de sofrer com a inconstância emocional dos homens vocês devem ser 'Alguém que é perfeito de tão imperfeito. Alguém que não desista de nós por mais que tentemos afastá-los.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-7067584937412877113?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/7067584937412877113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=7067584937412877113' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/7067584937412877113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/7067584937412877113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2012/03/critica-feminina-por-tuany-medeiros.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-4975342476811051109</id><published>2011-12-01T22:58:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T22:58:31.630-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #666666; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px;"&gt;Quando você menos esperar a dor terá passado, as pessoas terão preenchido lacunas que antes pareciam eternamente vazias. As obrigações vão crescendo e junto com elas, você. E quando olha para trás não se permite cometer os erros antigos. Você fica mais livre, leve e feliz. Vê que quem te deixou continua sendo errante, quem te traiu ou ignorou não te faz diferença e que seus amigos de verdade se ap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;roximam quando você está na pior, e tenha certeza, eles te levantam muito rápido. Você passa a agir com mais naturalidade como se sua personalidade fosse voltando. Você ainda tem lembranças e os mesmos sonhos de antes - até porque seu futuro não mudou muito do passado pra agora - e elas te fazem acreditar menos, mas amar mais as pessoas. Ser tolerante, calma, pensar 90 vezes antes de falar. As palavras ainda te magoam mas agora apenas por um minuto. Quando se supera algo que parecia insuperável é como se todo o mal que já te aconteceu tivesse nunca acontecido. Você amadurece com seus erros e se arrepende de muitas coisas. Hoje pode enxergar claramente, se arrepender sem preocupações, amar sem pensar no amanhã e o mais importante de tudo, PODE VIVER, pois as maiores lições que a vida podia te dar, ela já te deu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-4975342476811051109?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/4975342476811051109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=4975342476811051109' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/4975342476811051109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/4975342476811051109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2011/12/quando-voce-menos-esperar-dor-tera.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-4956916734777465520</id><published>2011-12-01T22:56:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T22:56:37.343-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px;"&gt;Quando mais nova, mas nem tanto, queria ser igual a todas as meninas, sempre tão princesas, arrumadas, tudo tão cor de rosa, cabelos escovados. Me via perseguindo essa vontade, e no fim eu nunca fui desse tipo. Hoje tenho vaidade sim, tento estar sempre bonita, porém não mais ser igual. O melhor é sempre ser diferente e ser quem realmente se quer ser. Minha imagem refletida no espelho é a realidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;e de uma infância de bolas jogadas, muros pulados, joelhos ralados, muita praia e banho de chuva, e para viver isso tive que abrir mão de beleza. Mas sabe, quando vejo as fotos de antigamente fica muito claro para mim que a infância é linda e que a vivência dela que é a maior beleza. Por Tuany Medeiros.&lt;br /&gt;
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-Dedicado a mulheres que são "ÃO" e que não tem medo de serem felizes =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/2831263262547131427-4956916734777465520?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/4956916734777465520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=4956916734777465520' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/4956916734777465520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/4956916734777465520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2011/12/quando-mais-nova-mas-nem-tanto-queria.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-5535589172840329854</id><published>2011-12-01T22:54:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T22:55:06.347-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre mim - parte =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;‎"Sou totalmente transparente, tanto que apavora. Por isso quase ninguém me entende, mesmo me conhecendo tão bem. Sou assim não por querer ou vaidade, sou assim por medo de viver de metade. Prefiro sofrer do que correr o risco de não ter sido suficiente. A gente tem que aprender a viver, independente dos outros e até mesmo com nós mesmos.&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/2831263262547131427-5535589172840329854?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/5535589172840329854/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=5535589172840329854' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/5535589172840329854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/5535589172840329854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2011/12/sobre-mim-parte.html' title='Sobre mim - parte =]'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-145321720492799672</id><published>2011-10-22T00:32:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T00:35:49.869-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Auto avaliação de sentimento III</title><content type='html'>A felicidade, por mais que passageira, momentânea e insuficiente,&lt;br /&gt;
quando está presente torna nossos momentos totalmente eternos.&lt;br /&gt;
Tiramos fotos, rimos, outras vezes choramos, vai entender o cérebro humano.&lt;br /&gt;
Passamos muito tempo procurando por ela, e ninguém nem sabe ao menos&lt;br /&gt;
perceber quando ela chega, e por isso rapidamente ela se vai.&lt;br /&gt;
Com o tempo que procuramos por ela, acabamos por deixa-la passar&lt;br /&gt;
diversas vezes, distraídos com outras coisa menos importantes.&lt;br /&gt;
Alguns não precisam de motivos, outros não precisam de nada,&lt;br /&gt;
e ainda tem quem precise de tudo para um dia chegar a conhece-la.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas no fundo, bem lá no fundo acho que ninguém que nasce e morre&lt;br /&gt;
nesse mundo vai embora sem ter experimentado a tal felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;
O bom é saber que enquanto estamos vivos podemos encontrar&lt;br /&gt;
as oportunidades de senti-la mais forte e para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;
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Obrigada pelos dias que tem vindo =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-145321720492799672?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/145321720492799672/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=145321720492799672' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/145321720492799672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/145321720492799672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2011/10/auto-avaliacao-de-sentimento-iii.html' title='Auto avaliação de sentimento III'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-4247841587800540383</id><published>2011-10-19T00:41:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T00:39:01.777-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorte</title><content type='html'>Como toda manhã acordei, tomei meu café mais rápido do que meu corpo aguenta.&lt;br /&gt;
Sonolenta fui ao banheiro e a água estava congelante, fui sonolenta e suja ao trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;
Na esquina de casa, começou a chover, parou e começou a ventar, estava eu então:&lt;br /&gt;
Acordada, imunda, molhada e descabelada, mas tudo bem.&lt;br /&gt;
Quer saber, na hora fiquei revoltada, mas por algum motivo inexplicavelmente de DEUS&lt;br /&gt;
decidi manter a calma e achar graça, mesmo com o AZAR que parecia estar me perseguindo.&lt;br /&gt;
Contei a história a um amigo que encontrei antes de chegar ao meu destino e ele só me dizia:&lt;br /&gt;
"nossa que azar, nossa que chato, quanto azar para um dia só". O que eu podia fazer ?&lt;br /&gt;
concordei balançando a cabeça para cima.&lt;br /&gt;
No final do dia, me arrumando para ir embora, coloquei minhas roupas sujas, ainda sem tomar banho,&lt;br /&gt;
e sem possibilidade de estar com o cabelo em pior estado, peguei minha bolsa e saí.&lt;br /&gt;
Na minha frente um sujeito bem afeiçoado passou sem me notar. Minha rua que é bem escura serviu&lt;br /&gt;
como eu labirinto emocional para as pessoas que ele assaltou. Todas limpinhas, com cabelos&lt;br /&gt;
penteados, roupas prontas para agradar olhares. Me veio a seguinte mensagem a mente:&lt;br /&gt;
"quanto azar você tem, que chato, quanto azar" &amp;nbsp;Ainda bem que tive azar e me controlei,&lt;br /&gt;
porque sei lá quanto tempo eu iria ter que pedir perdão para DEUS quando descobrisse&lt;br /&gt;
que eu estava sem um real. O que será que ele faria comigo se eu tivesse tido outra sorte?&lt;br /&gt;
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SORTE, AZAR OU &amp;nbsp;apenas compensação ? Coisas da vida =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-4247841587800540383?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/4247841587800540383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=4247841587800540383' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/4247841587800540383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/4247841587800540383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2011/10/sorte.html' title='Sorte'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-4501875218704186006</id><published>2011-10-13T01:05:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T01:09:33.269-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulher não-madura</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style= color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Mesmo sendo difícil aceitar que ao envelhecer os amigos diminuem, os romances são raros,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;as rugas crescem, a circunferência abdominal cresce e seu cansaço começa a tomar conta,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;temos que retomar a ordem, organizar o caos, entrar nos eixos e ter concentração.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Por mais perdida que pareça estar, quando não encontrar tantas coisas que precisa,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;ainda poderá se encontrar dentro de si. E de fato, por pior que seja o individualismo,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;temos que encarar a verdade, isso deve lhe bastar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-4501875218704186006?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/4501875218704186006/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=4501875218704186006' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/4501875218704186006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/4501875218704186006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2011/10/mulher-nao-madura_13.html' title='Mulher não-madura'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-1381827086206677398</id><published>2011-10-07T13:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T13:13:38.242-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre você.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sobre você foram tantos erros e acertos, um equilíbrio que acabou pesando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Como sempre tão instável e seguro. Inseguro também, mas definitivo em tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tanta certeza sobre as incertezas e dúvidas que tem, tanta dificuldade de escolher que preferiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;a solidão do que a mim. Não tem problema, você ainda é meu amor, meu príncipe encantado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;que apesar do feitiço permanecer já não é mais encantador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tenho saudade do que era só seu e do que era só nosso. Tenho mais saudade do que era somente meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;O mundo que você decidiu ter e aonde me deixou sentindo um vazio enorme, já te consome em atitudes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;que deverá tomar, em postura e dinheiro. Aonde foi parar os sonhos que tínhamos, nossa casa, nossa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;vida, nossa família ? Ficou para trás junto com todos os outros sonhos que eu tinha para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Você era meu presente e virou meu sonho. Você era meu melhor amigo, hoje não sei o que somos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Achei que ninguém no mundo fosse mudar isso, mas ao pensar não levei em consideração um de nós,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;e você quis mudar, o que eu achava perfeito, o que eu achava invejável e indescritivelmente bom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;e que no momento é imensuravelmente doloroso.&amp;nbsp;Algumas decepções, erros, brigas, choros e coisas ruins,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;achei que nos ajudariam a construir uma relação, um lar, um amor mais&amp;nbsp;seguro de si, mais forte, mais independente do mundo.&amp;nbsp;Alguns momentos difíceis, um pouco de solidão, de reflexão,&amp;nbsp;um pouco de saudade e de sonhos que demorarão para chegar achei que&amp;nbsp;nos trariam certeza, lucidez, serenidade.&amp;nbsp;E diante de tanta mudança, tanto 'sim e não',&amp;nbsp;diante da quebra de uma idéia imutável e de culpa seja lá de quem,&amp;nbsp;descobri que &amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;somos e que não estávamos tão&amp;nbsp;dispostos&amp;nbsp;a manter o AMOR que sentimos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eu tinha escolhido você para minha vida, mas por medo de me machucar você preferiu que eu não fosse a mesma para você.&amp;nbsp;E isso é minha maior dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/i&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/2831263262547131427-1381827086206677398?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/1381827086206677398/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=1381827086206677398' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/1381827086206677398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/1381827086206677398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2011/10/sobre-voce.html' title='Sobre você.'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-4201351620324633852</id><published>2011-09-30T00:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T00:22:26.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9d2e9; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text_exposed_root" id="id_4e8534959ca133b18682906" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu sou do tipo que é devagar para cair e rápida para levantar. De tanto sonhar e viajar meu tombo é alto e a dor é fulminante, mas ela passa como todas as outras que tive. Depois de uma noite intensa de muita lágrima, é bem fácil de me fazer sorrir - e eu tenho tantas e tantos para isso, meus amores - Nos dias seguintes às decepções, magoas, tristezas, são os dias de maior produção e pensamentos b&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;rilhantes, é como se fosse uma compensação que funciona maravilhosamente bem. A minha vida não 'vai continuando' e eu não 'vou levando' - eu amo tanto aquilo que tenho e aquilo que vem a mim sem cerimônias ou mistério - que acabo por viver melhor a vida. Depois das coisas passadas o futuro não é, e nunca será o mais importante, pelo menos para mim, pois planejar algo não faz o meu estilo. Ai eu me pergunto em pensamento " Você não sente mais nada? " - SINTO, amo, a ausência ainda é presente ! Mas você controla isso ou se deixa controlar. Por isso voltei a ter lucidez e a liberdade de ser qualquer coisa que me der vontade.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Para que quando eu estiver lá no alto dos meus sonhos e uma tempestade me fizer cair, eu me encontre inteira novamente de pés no chão.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-4201351620324633852?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/4201351620324633852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=4201351620324633852' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/4201351620324633852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/4201351620324633852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2011/09/eu-sou-do-tipo-que-e-devagar-para-cair.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-6386754378694314332</id><published>2011-09-26T23:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T23:44:08.201-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quando o coração dói, não se tem o que fazer,&amp;nbsp;então chore, e continue vivendo.&amp;nbsp;Embaixo de coisas banais, estão seus desejos,&amp;nbsp;você pode não perceber mas é a simplicidade que completa.&amp;nbsp;Estou indo atrás daquilo que fortalece e enobrece,&amp;nbsp;minha alma tem sede e saudade. Estou indo para qualquer lugar aonde Deus possa me ouvir, e aonde eu estiver carregarei a vida que tive, os sonhos que tenho e a saudade que sempre permanecerá.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-6386754378694314332?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/6386754378694314332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=6386754378694314332' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/6386754378694314332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/6386754378694314332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2011/09/quando-o-coracao-doi-nao-se-tem-o-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-3628020063777910246</id><published>2011-06-06T23:38:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T23:00:26.846-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Avaliação de Sentimento III</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sobre o amor, são tantos suspenses, mistérios. Sobre o amor que a vida deve ter são muitas receitas, poções, sonhos.&amp;nbsp;Mas para mim, para o meu amor, nada se compara a sensibilidade que ele traz para a nossa vida,&amp;nbsp;que fica por vezes tão frágil, outrora possuidora de força&amp;nbsp;insuperável.&amp;nbsp;Eu ainda não tenho certeza sobre seu&amp;nbsp;significado&amp;nbsp;ou capacidade,&amp;nbsp;mas uma certeza é que amor e fé são tão próximos quanto solidão e saudade.&amp;nbsp;Quando o amor toma conta do nosso peito, ele não pede licença e nem faz questão de perguntar o&amp;nbsp;que você prefere. Ele te transforma em uma pessoa melhor, mais segura e mais feliz. Não consigo evitar um cachorro, uma flor, um dia bonito, uma criança. O amor faz isso com a gente.&amp;nbsp;Não temos medo.&amp;nbsp;Nem de perder e nem de ganhar. O amor é muito capaz. &amp;nbsp;O AMOR pode mudar o mundo, é o que as pessoas dizem. Mas ele precisa surgir de dentro&amp;nbsp;de nós.&amp;nbsp;E quando isso acontecer, ele vai tomar conta do seu corpo e sua alma vai ser livre, e linda,&amp;nbsp;e a&amp;nbsp;unica&amp;nbsp;coisa que pode te impressionar é a maldade, mas mesmo assim ela não vai te alcançar.&amp;nbsp;Porque quando o amor está não há espaço para mais nada.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dedicado àqueles que amam e aqueles que estão a procura do amor.&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/2831263262547131427-3628020063777910246?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/3628020063777910246/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=3628020063777910246' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/3628020063777910246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/3628020063777910246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2011/06/avaliacao-de-sentimento-iii.html' title='Avaliação de Sentimento III'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-8023591562060208212</id><published>2011-01-31T21:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T21:29:07.708-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tentando voltar a escrever =)</title><content type='html'>A vida nos confunde, mesmo que a confusão não nos afunde&lt;br /&gt;
dentro de mim perguntas surgem.&amp;nbsp;A fisiologia do corpo nos altera nosso coração não quer espera&lt;br /&gt;
mesmo que esta seja certa. Nossos olhos&amp;nbsp;vêem&amp;nbsp;tantas coisas&amp;nbsp;difíceis, terra roubada, bombas, mísseis.&lt;br /&gt;
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Acabou minha criatividade ! rs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-8023591562060208212?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/8023591562060208212/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=8023591562060208212' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/8023591562060208212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/8023591562060208212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2011/01/tentando-voltar-escrever.html' title='Tentando voltar a escrever =)'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-3892901597244563816</id><published>2010-12-01T15:13:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T15:13:28.609-02:00</updated><title type='text'>2 FRASES PARA O DIA DE HOJE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Não é o tamanho do cachorro na luta, mas o tamanho da luta no cachorro."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Archie Griffin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"A fragrância sempre permanece na mão de quem oferece flores."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
--&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Hadia Bejar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-3892901597244563816?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/3892901597244563816/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=3892901597244563816' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/3892901597244563816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/3892901597244563816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2010/12/2-frases-para-o-dia-de-hoje.html' title='2 FRASES PARA O DIA DE HOJE.'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-7343673633959472296</id><published>2010-11-19T01:54:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T01:56:10.070-02:00</updated><title type='text'>1º passo para retomar a consciência.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Vou me afastar não porque não te amo,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;não porque temo o fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Quero fazer direito, mas do meu jeito atual não seria possível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Vou me afastar. Porque só estou pensando na minha tristeza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;sem pensar em nós. Isso não tá certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ociocriativo.com.br/frases/pesquisa.cgi?cmd=txtcat&amp;amp;ref=1167852845" style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ociocriativo.com.br/frases/pesquisa.cgi?cmd=txtcat&amp;amp;ref=1167852845" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Quando um homem está envolvido apenas em si mesmo, ele se torna um pacote muito pequeno."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;--&lt;a href="http://ociocriativo.com.br/frases/pesquisa.cgi?cmd=psq&amp;amp;chk=1&amp;amp;opc=txt&amp;amp;chk_aut=1&amp;amp;key=John%20Ruskin" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;John Ruskin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Não quero ser um pequeno pacote.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-7343673633959472296?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/7343673633959472296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=7343673633959472296' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/7343673633959472296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/7343673633959472296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2010/11/1-passo-para-retomar-consciencia.html' title='1º passo para retomar a consciência.'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-6978229997297519839</id><published>2010-11-14T22:36:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T23:06:03.852-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desabafo II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Existem dias em que tudo está bem e de repente - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;BLOOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt; - as coisas deixam de existir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;São os piores dias que alguém pode ter, quando as memórias são como facas no peito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;e não encontram palavras para te consolar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;E aí você vai deitar como se no dia seguinte o pior dia do mundo fosse acabar, mas você descobre&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;que temos muitos dias ruins para viver, e eles são infinitos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Infinitos !! Eles duram 32horas, as horas tem 300 minutos e eu nem quero saber quantos segundos de tristeza&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;cabem nesses minutos. Tudo vira lembrança, comida preferida, filme interessante, música linda, tudo,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;tudo se transforma em ligações, e o coração e a mente entram em conflito tão intenso que quem sente&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;desiste de lutar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;São assim que acabam os romances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Como um ataque do coração.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não é somente eu ou você. São todos. Todos nós. Como eu sinto saudade dos nossos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;São tantas pessoas que eu amo e agora não vou amar como gostaria. Ficamos tão longe que eu me sinto&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;impotente. Dói muito, é uma dor que não tem cura, remédio e fica mais intensa a cada milésimo de segundo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Se eu pudesse escolher não sentir. Mas eu gosto tanto de sentir. &lt;b&gt;Eu amo tanto você.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Nunca vou te agradecer por isso, até o momento de você pedir para voltar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-6978229997297519839?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/6978229997297519839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=6978229997297519839' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/6978229997297519839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/6978229997297519839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2010/11/existem-dias-em-que-tudo-esta-bem-e-de.html' title='Desabafo II'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-6247146001369921288</id><published>2010-11-09T00:25:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T00:29:11.101-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Desabafo I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Estou cansada de ter que ser adulta, de ter que ser sensata,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;de ter que ser forte, de mentir pra mim mesmo. Estou enjoada de viver de lamentações, de fingir não ver, de acreditar que tudo é bom,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;de engordar e de ter que ser magra para me sentir bem. Estou exausta de ter que ser boa filha, boa prima,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;boa aluna, boa namorada, boa profissional e não ser boa o suficiente nunca, nem para quem mora em mim, nem para quem mora comigo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Estou de saco cheio de ter que tentar, de ter que procurar, mas querer me esconder, de querer ter foco&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;e não ter, de ter tantos sonhos e não saber escolher.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Não aguento mais não saber para onde ir ou por onde começar e para que lutar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Não quero mais ter pena, nem muito menos me sentir pequena. Muito menos ser muito calma, tranquila&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;e comportada, sempre a pessoa elogiada, tão querida mas tão pouco compensada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você deve estar cansado de lutar, de correr e correr e não sair do lugar, de tentar provar que é bom e a familia não ver esforço que você faz. Você deve estar cansado do trabalho exaustivo que não rende tantos frutos, da busca constante por melhoras e elas não aparecerem. Deve estar exausto de ver que pouca coisa mudou, mas que o tempo passou, de achar que é pouco pra mim e eu achar que você é demais, e disso gerar conflitos entre nós. Você deve estar de saco cheio de fazer as mesmas coisas no final de semana, de não se sentir tão bacana, de ter a saúde um pouco frágil, de ter poucas pessoas te ajudando, de &amp;nbsp;ter muitas pessoas te JULGANDO, por sempre terem o que falar e pouco com o que contribuir e principalmente por ser muito cobrado. Você deve estar triste por não conseguir o que quer e tentar se convencer que a vida assim e de não conseguir acreditar nisso por nada, cansado das coisas não serem com acha que deveriam ser, de achar que merece e não tem.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Eu imagino como deve ser difícil ser você,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;porque já é tão difícil ser eu e eu me acho tão simples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Não sei, mas tudo bem, calma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Um dia o que tem que passar fica e o que tem que ficar passa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-6247146001369921288?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/6247146001369921288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=6247146001369921288' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/6247146001369921288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/6247146001369921288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2010/11/desabafo-i.html' title='Desabafo I'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-8211210334519404581</id><published>2010-10-05T22:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T22:21:23.565-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;É complicado voltar a ativa, é cansativo mas é bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Preciso retomar minhas atividades em todas as suas dimensões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Isso acalma a alma, protege o corpo e aquece o coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3e3e3e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-top: 5px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;O que é verdadeiramente imoral é ter desistido de si mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 5px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-8211210334519404581?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/8211210334519404581/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=8211210334519404581' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/8211210334519404581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/8211210334519404581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-complicado-voltar-ativa-e-cansativo.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-4920070634111473281</id><published>2010-09-30T01:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T01:07:51.913-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinzas de cinza.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Dificuldades sempre haverão, sejam &amp;nbsp;internas ou externas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; O ser humano tem a capacidade incrível de acreditar no impossível e talvez as decepções&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;comecem desse ponto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; É essa a diferença entre (algumas) pessoas &amp;nbsp;tristes e as felizes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Idealizar até onde se pode tocar. Sem quedas, sem lágrimas. Sem dor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Características marcantes de quem parece intocável.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;As palavras são escolhidas com frieza. Calculadas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Subestimando a capacidade alheia de serem&amp;nbsp;como deveriam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Tudo bem, minhas dificuldades externas não são meus problemas mesmo,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;por isso ignoro, retribuo sem deixar rancor, sigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Quem vai saber se minha maneira de ser, de repente, é apenas minha maneira de &amp;nbsp;discordar que a resposta para todas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;as perguntas&amp;nbsp;vem de quem já foi um dia o centro do saber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Nem sempre a favor do 'sistema', as regras não são para todos, nem são as melhores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Acredito que o potencial nunca pode ser subtraído por opiniões.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Até porque &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;"A vitória de um homem, as vezes se esconde, num gesto forte que só ele pode ver".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Creio - ainda que as decepções se aproximem - só assim, depois de alguns dias tristes a alegria pode&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;retornar. Após a luta, após a remoção das barreiras internas e da linda história de quem tentou e conseguiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-4920070634111473281?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/4920070634111473281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=4920070634111473281' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/4920070634111473281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/4920070634111473281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2010/09/cinzas-de-cinza.html' title='Cinzas de cinza.'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-8793596354543602179</id><published>2010-09-21T14:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T14:10:52.953-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Auto avaliação de relacionamento I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Algumas decepções, erros, brigas, choros e coisas ruins,&lt;br /&gt;
ajudam a construir uma relação, um lar, um amor mais&lt;br /&gt;
seguro de si, mais forte, mais independente do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;
.&lt;br /&gt;
Alguns momentos difíceis, um pouco de solidão, de reflexão,&lt;br /&gt;
um pouco de saudade e de sonhos que demorarão para chegar&lt;br /&gt;
nos trazem certeza, lucidez, serenidade.&lt;br /&gt;
.&lt;br /&gt;
E diante de tanta mudança, tanto 'sim e não',&lt;br /&gt;
diante da quebra de uma idéia imutável e de culpa seja lá de quem,&lt;br /&gt;
estamos descobrindo quem somos, e quanto estamos dispostos&lt;br /&gt;
a manter o AMOR que sentimos.&lt;br /&gt;
.&lt;br /&gt;
Nada é intacto ou intocável, até que nós fazemos com que seja.&lt;br /&gt;
Nossas escolhas e atitudes moldam tudo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-8793596354543602179?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/8793596354543602179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=8793596354543602179' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/8793596354543602179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/8793596354543602179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2010/09/auto-avaliacao-de-relacionamento-i.html' title='Auto avaliação de relacionamento I'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-5241593528945155911</id><published>2010-09-15T00:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T00:43:38.832-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PARA ALGUÉM MUITO ESPECIAL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9ab123b54c929f62" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;
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A classe baixa da população, coitada, não teve oportunidade, nem estudo, muito menos força para lutar contra, mas também traz violência gerada pela ignorância. A classe alta não se envolve, apenas quando convém ou quando é obrigada, mas tudo bem, faz com que a consciência pareça mais limpa, sem falar no status que ajudar os pobres gera e a classe média é média demais, média e medíocre, pois está na transição dos dois mundos. Essa classe tem o pior dos dois: ignorância e arrogância que dá pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;São muitos julgamentos. Os pobres acham que os ricos não são felizes porque só pensam em dinheiro, os ricos pensam que os pobres são infelizes porque não tem o que comer, enquanto isso a classe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;média não fica no pensamento de ninguém muito menos pensa em qualquer coisa, melhor assim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;É tão podre o sentimento que uns tem pelos outros, é infinito e oposto ao que eu sinto. Não me encaixo mesmo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Quando as comparações começam sinto tristeza, porque na verdade é impossível faze-la diante do abismo entre tudo que as caracterizam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-5772086352425083019?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/5772086352425083019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=5772086352425083019' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/5772086352425083019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/5772086352425083019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-realmente-complicado-viver-num-mundo.html' title='Idéia'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-406209670816024024</id><published>2010-09-09T23:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T23:51:02.136-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Avaliação de texto e sentimento I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'helvetica neue', helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;u sinto pena de você, pessoa que não consegue viver sozinha, {...}.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Sinto pena de você, sinto pena por acreditar em momentos que já tiveram fim, e mesmo assim, insiste em acreditar que tudo vai continuar bem, tudo legal, tudo ótimo. Acabou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;{...}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Sinto pena de você, que ás vezes sorria para esconder uma lágrima e chora para esconder uma aparente felicidade. {...}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Sinto pena por olhar com olhos tão inocentes para as coisas mais inimagináveis do mundo e mesmo assim desacreditar da sua própria vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Que inconsequente, que mutável, que imatura!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Sinto pena de você, por amar com tanta intensidade, por se machucar tanto com coisas que nem deviam fazer lágrimas jorarem do seu rosto. {...}&amp;nbsp;Sinta pena de si mesma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Autor Anônimo -&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Pseudônimo&amp;nbsp;Inveja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'helvetica neue', helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'helvetica neue', helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;OBS:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'helvetica neue', helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Diminui o texto, cortei pedaços que não cabiam ser repetidos. Esse é um texto escrito para alguém que conheço, acreditem, não estou aqui para defender, nem julgar, apenas avaliar, como escrito no título.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'helvetica neue', helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'helvetica neue', helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Quem é que disse que é possível viver sozinho, viver assim é para quem não tem sede de viver de verdade, quem não gosta de se aproximar demais, quem tem medo de demonstrar defeitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'helvetica neue', helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Quem poderia sentir pena de uma pessoa que acredita em momentos que já tiveram fim, isso é saudade, isso é a lembrança do que foi tão bom, acho estranho julgar isso um problema, pois quem não tem isso acaba não tendo nada. Nem história para contar, nem base para continuar, nem o que recordar. É uma pessoa oca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'helvetica neue', helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Insistir em acreditar que tudo vai acabar bem e que está tudo ótimo, é ser otimista quando a dor aperta, é ter esperança quando alguém fraco não teria nada.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'helvetica neue', helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Um olhar inocente é difícil de ser encontrado até mesmo nas crianças que vivem nesse mundo, isso é o que está faltando, é o que traria alegria, uma pessoa com tal&amp;nbsp;inocência&amp;nbsp;não desacreditaria na sua&amp;nbsp;própria&amp;nbsp;vida, ela teria mais chances de ir além por não se abalar com a maldade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'helvetica neue', helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Que inconsequente, que mutável, que imatura! EU TAMBÉM SOU ASSIM E AMO QUEM É ASSIM. Imaturidade é não assinar uma carta, é dizer anonimamente o que sente por medo de se expor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'helvetica neue', helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'helvetica neue', helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Quem sente pena de alguém por amar intensamente e por se machucar tanto com coisas que nem deviam fazer lágrimas jorarem do seu rosto é porque não viveu ou sentiu o bastante para ter noção de que essas coisas são naturais, e que amar demais é um milagre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-406209670816024024?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/406209670816024024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=406209670816024024' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/406209670816024024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/406209670816024024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2010/09/avaliacao-de-texto-e-sentimento-i.html' title='Avaliação de texto e sentimento I'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-5761509782595385478</id><published>2010-08-19T13:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T13:07:15.037-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A presença constante se tornou ausência total. Normal, mas repentinamente. É insuportável para mim ficar os dias sem falar direito, sem olhar,&amp;nbsp;sem pegar. Eu me sinto na solidão, apenas criada para fazer o que deve ser feito. Eu sei que não adianta, que não tem solução, a única&amp;nbsp;é eu me adequar novamente, assim como fiz para poder chegar mais perto, assim como eu fiz para não estar longe, assim como eu venho fazendo. Eu entendo que existem mudanças e que a culpa dessa é para uma melhoria, mesmo sabendo o meu egoísmo ainda chora por estar se sentindo solto.&amp;nbsp;O pior é que essa liberdade que eu recebo não sei como usar, porque o tempo que eu tenho acaba anulando e é como se nada estivesse acontecendo. Aí eu me deito, durmo, acordo, como, trabalho, estudo, volto, como, durmo e tudo recomeça. Eu acabo por me sentir uma pessoa fraca, sem idéias, sem independência, isso é horrível. Quando decido que vou voltar ao meu estado emocional equilibrado, parece que a distância que eu tomei do amor é grande demais para eu voltar. Eu gosto tanto de amar que tento não tomar tanta distância, mas assim a dor continua e não me protejo me tornando sensível outra vez. Não sei se tem solução a não ser acreditar que o amor é um sentimento que temos que esquecer que é para nós, pelo menos de segunda a sexta-feira, para que o cotidiano aconteça como deveria, e quando voltamos para casa devemos fingir que o amor é amigo, que é alguém para escutar rapidamente o que você tem para dizer, para te dar boa noite, para desejar um bom dia amanhã e para que você possa ouvir pelo menos uma vez no dia que alguém te ama. Mas é difícil entender. O significado de cada situação para cada pessoa. Preciso me desprender, me soltar. Só que não quero voar sozinha e a sensação de voar me faz acreditar que é um sonho solitário.&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/2831263262547131427-5761509782595385478?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/5761509782595385478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=5761509782595385478' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/5761509782595385478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/5761509782595385478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2010/08/presenca-constante-se-tornou-ausencia.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-4356629201812603360</id><published>2010-08-13T13:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T13:12:01.249-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;Viajar para fora é uma coisa inédita na minha vida,&amp;nbsp;já viajei para fora de mim, para fora do Rio de Janeiro e para fora do mundo.Mas nunca estive sozinha nesses dias. Minha amiga vai estar tão longe chega a doer a saudade. nem parece que nos conhecemos a mais de 10 anos. Nesses 10 anos nós nos vimos 7, os outros 3 foram as distâncias, as brigas, os dias que não eram feriados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;Parece que foi ontem que a gente se via todo dia na escola, todo dia na internet, fazendo trabalho e te ajudando a estudar.&amp;nbsp;A amizade é a mesma, sem todas coisas de crianças mas muitas ainda permanecem, algumas lembranças ridículas. Engraçado, você estava aqui o tempo todo e só porque você vai para longe parece que nunca mais vou ver você. É um medo de perder contato, de você me esquecer, troço maluco né?! Até parece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;Amiga, você nunca vai estar sozinha, nem eu. Volta logo. Já estou com saudades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&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/2831263262547131427-4356629201812603360?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/4356629201812603360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=4356629201812603360' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/4356629201812603360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/4356629201812603360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2010/08/viajar-para-fora-e-uma-coisa-inedita-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-3259954807053237425</id><published>2010-07-16T12:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T12:52:48.274-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #a64d79;"&gt;Smash into you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;And I soaked in your love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; height: 32px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;And love is right in my path, in my grasp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;And me and you belong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;I wanna run (run) smash into you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;I wanna run (run) smash into you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Ears closed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;What I hear no one else has to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;'Cause I know that what we have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Is worth first place and gold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-3259954807053237425?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/3259954807053237425/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=3259954807053237425' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/3259954807053237425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/3259954807053237425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2010/07/smash-into-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-8261928506995465755</id><published>2010-07-14T23:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T23:35:12.262-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Quem casar com a Senhora Baratinha que tem fita no cabelo e dinheiro na caixinha ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-8261928506995465755?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/8261928506995465755/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=8261928506995465755' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/8261928506995465755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/8261928506995465755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2010/07/quem-casar-com-senhora-baratinha-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-8522868673283758005</id><published>2010-05-25T23:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T23:49:22.088-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracinha =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Ida da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;(Tuta Medeiros)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Que graça teria a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;se tudo fosse despedida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;se sempre houvesse saída,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;se a fera não fosse ferida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Que graça teria a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;se viver não fosse uma corrida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;se a risada se mantivesse contida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;se nossa língua não fosse comprida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Que graça teria a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;se o sol não desse partida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;a noite vivesse escondida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;o amor não curasse a dor da vida sofrida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Que graça teria a vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;se ela não fosse bandida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;e que ao andar&amp;nbsp;distraída,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;deixasse de ser vivida ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-8522868673283758005?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/8522868673283758005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=8522868673283758005' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/8522868673283758005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/8522868673283758005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2010/05/gracinha.html' title='Gracinha =]'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-8113396624652204599</id><published>2010-05-12T23:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T23:21:28.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;(Milagres)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;iante dos nossos olhos milagres acontecem todos os dias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;não só a cura, o salvamento, a sorte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;les acontecem quando a chuva caí e mata a sede,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;rega e mata a fome, quando se menos espera,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;e as pessoas, tão desiludidas, se&amp;nbsp;esqueceram que elas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;também são um dele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Saudade de quando éramos só nós para nós mesmos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;a saudade era para nós como a presença da ausência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Seguindo em frente com fé e tensão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;continuo na missão, continuo por você e por mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-8113396624652204599?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/8113396624652204599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=8113396624652204599' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/8113396624652204599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/8113396624652204599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2010/05/milagres-d-iante-dos-nossos-olhos.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-6208653930796100702</id><published>2010-04-12T00:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T00:50:55.841-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="listitemchk" style="background-color: #eff7ff; color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 5px; zoom: 1;"&gt;&lt;div class="para " style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 105px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; vertical-align: middle;" width="5" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="rfdte" style="color: #797b80; float: right; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 15px;"&gt;01:35 (13 minutos atrás)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile?uid=4479572752834221097" style="color: #02679c; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="listimg" src="http://img4.orkut.com/images/small/1271016784/549260246/of.jpg" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-color: rgb(192, 193, 193); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(192, 193, 193); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(192, 193, 193); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-color: rgb(192, 193, 193); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; float: left; margin-bottom: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px;" title="Tuta ." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h3 class="smller " style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: 700; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 105px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile?uid=4479572752834221097" style="color: #02679c; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Tuta&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="para " style="font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 105px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eu te amo como se eu fosse uma maçã e você fosse a casca, que esconde com delicadeza o gosto doce que não quero dividir com mais ninguém. Eu te amo como se eu fosse o mar e você a areia, que nas ondas leva e traz o carinho das espumas na sua pele. Eu te amo como se eu fosse a chuva e você a flor que me recebe. Eu te amo como se eu fosse o branco e você a cor, que me enfeita, me alegra, me energiza. Eu te amo como se eu fosse saudade e você fosse a presença que faz com que a saudade seja algo bom. Eu te amo como se eu fosse o silêncio e você fosse o som que dá a voz ao sentimento que eu tenho silenciado. Eu te amo como seu eu fosse o passado e você fosse a lembrança que me faz acreditar na vida que ainda está por vir. Eu te amo como se eu fosse a única mulher do mundo e em meio a todos os homens, ainda escolheria você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eu te amo como se o passado já me mostrasse, que o futuro me traria um presente, que agora no presente momento, já chegou. Eu te amo como se eu não tivesse escolha, como seu eu não pudesse fugir, como se eu não conseguisse dizer não, e provavelmente ainda que eu talvez pudesse decidir o que sinto, ficaria com o que eu tenho, você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/2831263262547131427-6208653930796100702?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/6208653930796100702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=6208653930796100702' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/6208653930796100702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/6208653930796100702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2010/04/apagar-0135-13-minutos-atras-tuta-eu-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-519858521211763700</id><published>2010-04-07T21:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T21:53:19.087-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Crítica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Se por acaso não passou, se por acaso não foi bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Se preferir pode dizer, mas não diga sempre se assim for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;porque a fala cala o silêncio mais precioso do nosso amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu te amo, então.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-519858521211763700?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/519858521211763700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=519858521211763700' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/519858521211763700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/519858521211763700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2010/04/critica-se-por-acaso-nao-passou-se-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-7476606245634894844</id><published>2010-03-18T00:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:51:26.131-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tenho uma aliança num dedo e amor no coração.&lt;br /&gt;
Tenho lembranças na mente que não voltarão.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tenho saudade ainda do que pode não vir.&lt;br /&gt;
Tenho limites que ás vezes me impedem de conseguir.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tenho uma pessoa ao lado que me olha nos olhos.&lt;br /&gt;
Tenho&amp;nbsp;vontade&amp;nbsp;no peito que se transforma em sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tenho guardado comigo a mesma esperança.&lt;br /&gt;
Tenho nas minhas pupilas mesmo brilho de criança.&lt;br /&gt;
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Não sei mais o que dizer, por isso vou parar por aqui e depois&lt;br /&gt;
eu continuo. rs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-7476606245634894844?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/7476606245634894844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=7476606245634894844' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/7476606245634894844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/7476606245634894844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2010/03/tenho-uma-alianca-num-dedo-e-amor-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-1127304453406472428</id><published>2010-03-18T00:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:30:27.656-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>'Ao silenciar ficamos seguros, mas deixamos que entendam como quiserem o nosso silêncio'&lt;br /&gt;
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O que você prefere ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-1127304453406472428?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/1127304453406472428/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=1127304453406472428' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/1127304453406472428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/1127304453406472428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-4889463315114987135</id><published>2010-02-02T21:31:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:51:04.586-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-style: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Ou é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Quando estou feliz ou estou triste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;canto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; ou pedaço estreito de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; parede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Quando estou cansada ou não,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Macio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;ou espaço para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;rede.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Quando é junto ou separado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;ou para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;lembrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Quando é amor ou sexo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;idéia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;imaginar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Quando estamos sós ou dois,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;De&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt; liberdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;ou de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;cadeia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Quando é verão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;Calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;O que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;pinga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;ou que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;incendeia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Quando é vontade ou sonho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Para a que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt; vai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;fica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Quando é você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;A que se sente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;somente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-4889463315114987135?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/4889463315114987135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=4889463315114987135' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/4889463315114987135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/4889463315114987135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2010/02/ou-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-7919367965045784855</id><published>2010-01-04T23:30:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T23:31:31.725-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Que aquilo que me assusta faça de mim mais corajosa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;que aquilo que antes me angustiava me deixe menos frágil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Que as pessoas estejam preparadas, não armadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Que o mundo seja mais feliz do que alegre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;que se contagie mais e contamine menos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Que as mortes prendam nas mentes as lembranças boas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;e que a saudade sirva de combustível para concretizações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Que seja matar ou morrer pelo que é justo, mais do que pelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;que é certo pois cada tem razão em uma lado da história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Que o sentimento troque de lugar com o interesse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;e que o amor não seja motivo para dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Que a fome e as doenças diminuam na mesma proporção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;que a maldade, fazendo dos homens menos egoístas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Que Deus não seja uma solução para os pedidos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;que ele seja o amigo que nos escuta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Que as dúvidas sejam esclarecidas, ou esquecidas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;ou resolvidas, ou então substituídas, dando lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;à novos pensamentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Que os planos se realizem, que os sonhos sejam sempre sonhos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;até que seja a hora deles acontecerem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Que tenhamos mais tempo para nós mesmos, mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;assim tenhamos tempo para ajudar quem precisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Que todos percebam que ninguém necessita de ninguém, mas é bem melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;conviver do que evitar as situações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Que o bem prevaleça o mal, e que mesmo que o mal vença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;não nos deixai cair em tentação, tendo o coração forte para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;negar as insanidades causadas pela ganância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-7919367965045784855?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/7919367965045784855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=7919367965045784855' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/7919367965045784855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/7919367965045784855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2010/01/que-aquilo-que-me-assusta-faca-de-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-3958873771288564347</id><published>2009-12-11T22:13:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T22:15:30.853-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>um caminho que se acaba emendado em outro que começa&lt;div&gt;assim é a jornada daqueles que nunca param.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;estou feliz, por começar e terminar no mesmo momento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sabendo que um ciclo de vida útil me transforma em uma nova pessoa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FELIZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-3958873771288564347?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/3958873771288564347/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=3958873771288564347' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/3958873771288564347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/3958873771288564347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/12/um-caminho-que-se-acaba-emendado-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-5910969086220183744</id><published>2009-11-27T23:54:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T23:27:16.280-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MELHORES'/><title type='text'>Menino-homem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;não anseio nova personalidade, seu caráter deve ficar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Aquela individualidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;A minha exigência é que seja fatal, direto, árido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Que não tenha menos mistério, nem menos segredo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;que seja carnal, lascivo como antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Porque nada mudou, se apresenta em outro aspecto, apenas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Você se manteve denso, pesado em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Vigoroso, corpulento, sedutor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Aquela reserva pode ir, que fique o enigma que eu procurava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Que a Auto-estima e valorização, nem sejam excessivas, nem escassas, sejam justas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;ao seu nome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;As formas harmônicas, proporções perfeitas, se espalhem com contentamento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;tornando você, você mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Reconheço seus méritos, seus desafios dentro de si.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Também posso ver suas fragilidades que oculta para não se assustar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Todos somos frágeis, pequenos quando tudo dá errado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Isso acontece porque os vestígios de nós mesmos desaparecem em meio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;às outras tormentas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Tão notáveis, tão notórios, tão nocivos somos quando nada vai bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Mas esquecemos das antigas batalhas interiores que vencemos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;das glórias, dos dias felizes, do que somos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Eu suporto, eu me empenho, para manter a lembrança do rapaz perspicaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;que tinha o mundo nas mãos quando olho para o seu rosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Eu sei que ele está aí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Não fugiu, não desviou, não se escondeu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Deu uma folga, entrou no sono profundo porque o cansaço tomou conta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;pela primeira vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Reflita. Pare. Pense um pouco mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Ainda amo, as circunstâncias foram alteradas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;o sentimento continua, só que as forças estão voltadas para outra direção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Por isso eu peço, imploro, morreria para ver brilhar em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;o calor do garoto por quem me apaixonei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Que é o mesmo que amo agora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;que se transformou em homem, que se sente perdido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;O único por quem a minha alma transita quando beijo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;O valente, o indestrutível, o generoso e calmo menino que voltará a ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;a partir do momento em que notar que para ser homem o menino deve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;permanecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-5910969086220183744?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/5910969086220183744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=5910969086220183744' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/5910969086220183744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/5910969086220183744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/11/menino-homem.html' title='Menino-homem.'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-6826325312021623585</id><published>2009-11-25T16:16:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T01:47:19.252-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MELHORES'/><title type='text'>Avaliação de sentimento II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/Sw11l9TpWgI/AAAAAAAAAiY/6fN3hs6HfLk/s1600/ATgAAAC6yLJLzqSuCBdUAN2Jc7RLZ_8LnEiHXxzIP0jagCaqP2ODKeFFnpGFYdwj5O450LhoGLgHtRKsLVEaDtAiKgFsAJtU9VBZRXnTK4NnlyAryX155IR0CXnX9g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/Sw11l9TpWgI/AAAAAAAAAiY/6fN3hs6HfLk/s400/ATgAAAC6yLJLzqSuCBdUAN2Jc7RLZ_8LnEiHXxzIP0jagCaqP2ODKeFFnpGFYdwj5O450LhoGLgHtRKsLVEaDtAiKgFsAJtU9VBZRXnTK4NnlyAryX155IR0CXnX9g.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408108022514407938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Com certeza a saudade é aquilo que não passa nem quando a ausência passou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;As definições são tantas, mas nenhuma acalma o peito de quem sente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Tantos textos explicam, mas nenhum deles transmite a dor que ela se transforma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;É impossível conhecer alguém que não tenha sentido alguma vez essa maldita saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Não tem só um lado ruim, a saudade pode curar amores que estão desiludidos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;pode curar orgulho, mágoa, quando a pessoa procura mudar-se por dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Estou quase pedindo para a saudade curar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;aquilo que tem doído mais do que ela mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Me cura para que a cura da minha tristeza possa permanecer ao meu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Te Amo, ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-6826325312021623585?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/6826325312021623585/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=6826325312021623585' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/6826325312021623585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/6826325312021623585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/11/avaliacao-de-sentimento-ii.html' title='Avaliação de sentimento II'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/Sw11l9TpWgI/AAAAAAAAAiY/6fN3hs6HfLk/s72-c/ATgAAAC6yLJLzqSuCBdUAN2Jc7RLZ_8LnEiHXxzIP0jagCaqP2ODKeFFnpGFYdwj5O450LhoGLgHtRKsLVEaDtAiKgFsAJtU9VBZRXnTK4NnlyAryX155IR0CXnX9g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-3796382101037316839</id><published>2009-11-25T12:34:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T13:06:26.576-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Conceitos mudaram.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Não acredito mais em você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;seu cheiro mudou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;sua cor mudou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;seu gosto mudou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Quando olha, já não me vê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Não me sente, quando me toca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;e aquilo que eu havia planejado para nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;não é mais o meu maior desejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Você criou um indivíduo diferente em mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;não que isso seja de todo mal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;mas também não é de todo bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Não nada definível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Cuidado para não fazer acabar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;eu venho cuidando disso por você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Mas agora estou cansada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;vai depender do que o destino decidir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Eu tenho estado longe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;das coisas de antigamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Não tenho fôlego para nadar de volta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;mas tenho sede para continuar vivendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vai saber o que isso significa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vai saber o que seremos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-3796382101037316839?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/3796382101037316839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=3796382101037316839' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/3796382101037316839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/3796382101037316839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/11/conceitos-mudaram.html' title='Conceitos mudaram.'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-6989239407848841472</id><published>2009-11-24T13:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T13:38:19.116-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;- Não quero o fácil, quero o justo.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;-Não quero dinheiro, quero respeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;
-Não quero vantagens, quero vivências&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-6989239407848841472?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/6989239407848841472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=6989239407848841472' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/6989239407848841472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/6989239407848841472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/11/nao-quero-o-facil-quero-o-justo.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-66178298668821037</id><published>2009-11-15T04:53:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:38:39.860-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MELHORES'/><title type='text'>avaliação de sentimento I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;São 5horas da manhã, acabei de chegar em casa de uma festinha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Refletindo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; sobre um tema pouco abordado aqui, AMOR.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Porque é complicado?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele é mesmo complicado?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tem que ser complicado para ser amor?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A reflexão paira sobre um mesmo ar, sempre.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Até que ponto devemos suportar, vale tudo no amor,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;vale tudo por amor, quando parar de amar, quando&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;o amor deixou de ser amor?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ótimo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; amar quando há dinheiro, oportunidade de crescimento&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;de estabilidade. É &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ótimo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; o amor, que não tem fronteiras, não&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;encara barreiras, não precisa buscar chão.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É lindo: carinhos, presentes, noites inteiras de prazer,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;diversão, comida e bebida farta.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É isso que você espera?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Namorado inteligente, estruturado, com faculdade paga pelos pais,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;carro novo. Bom humor faz toda diferença, sexo e paparicos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Namorado que preste atenção em você, no que você veste,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;te reconhece pelo andar, lembra suas preferências,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;respeita o seu jeito de ser, distingue sua sobriedade feliz e excitado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;do seu alcoolismo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Namorado assim é o que você quer, é o que você ama.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu me pergunto, se é por isso que se ama alguém,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;é por isso que está com alguém, isso é amar ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Na dificuldade tudo pára, cai o ritmo, sobem as dúvidas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Será que é isso quero, será que isso é amor?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tem quem duvide, mas sim, eu te amo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mesmo depois que o dinheiro acabou, que os presentes pararam.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Te amo ainda quando você não corresponde as minhas expectativas,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;não entende o meu lado, não está por perto o quanto eu gostaria.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quero estar com você mesmo depois das brigas, dos nãos ditos,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;da raiva forte, da desconfiança desnecessária, dos ciúmes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu te amo além do que você tem, além de quem você tem,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;além do que pode ser.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu te amo, não pela sua beleza, pelo seu futuro promissor,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;pelos amigos que você tem. E sim pelo modo como você caminha,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;pelo jeito que você agradece o café da manhã que eu faço,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;pelos arrependimentos que você me causa, pela ausência que me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;traz saudade, pelo ar que me falta quando te vejo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;eu te amo, pelo que eu aturo, pelas mudanças que você&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;origina na minha personalidade, pelo modo como me tira do sério,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;por ser orgulhoso demais, mesmo estando errado.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu te amo, porque sei quem você é, e mesmo assim não tenho medo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;do que vem pela frente, te amo, porque mesmo sabendo dos seus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;erros, dos seus defeitos, mesmo quando eles interferem em mim.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu te amo SIM, porque independente dos problemas que existem eu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;estou certa de que nada é forte o bastante para se comparar com nós&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;dois quando estamos juntos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-66178298668821037?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/66178298668821037/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=66178298668821037' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/66178298668821037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/66178298668821037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/11/avaliacao-de-sentimento-i.html' title='avaliação de sentimento I'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-5701915668689832642</id><published>2009-11-12T22:06:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T22:21:42.972-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Poesia do bem maior</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A gente se pergunta, quando tempo, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;quanto mais&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Olhando o que passou, se foi vento, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;se trouxe paz.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Depois comparamos o que está,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;o que passou&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sem pensar no que nos fez, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no que transformou.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se foi bem ou se foi mal,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;tanto faz ou tanto fez&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas os dias que tivemos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;não serão escassez.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nesse momento em que lembramos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;do que somos,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não importará o que pensamos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nem o que fomos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque o bem que nos temos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;é o que levamos no peito, é amor,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;não vale nada vida,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sem nosso bem maior.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&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/2831263262547131427-5701915668689832642?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/5701915668689832642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=5701915668689832642' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/5701915668689832642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/5701915668689832642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/11/poesia-do-bem-maior.html' title='Poesia do bem maior'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-3021337397225763321</id><published>2009-11-11T20:52:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:13:58.916-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Final para o começo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Aonde começa a jornada, a qual andamos atrás desde o começo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Aonde vão parar os pés quando eles param?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Pra que lugar vão as coisas importantes que fizemos antes de chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;o momento de não fazer nada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Será que essas são as coisas importantes, ou são apenas coisas que tiveram que ser?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Quanto tempo temos pra corrigir o que erramos, se é que o tempo não pode corrigir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;sozinho os erros?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;A que horas saí o último ônibus, e será que ele volta para buscar quem não foi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Quando pararmos de pensar, seremos nós mesmo então? Ou então não seremos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;nada dentro da nossa escuridão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;O sorriso salvará nossos dias, a partir do dia em que colocarmos o sorriso para sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Passaremos percebidos pela multidão, no momento em que nós e a multidão formos uma só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Seremos felizes quando a felicidade não for nossa busca, seremos completos quando soubermos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;observar o que já temos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Teremos fé de verdade, quando a fé não for nossa cura para o desespero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;seremos salvos pela fé, quando ela for a alegria e certeza que nos faz continuar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/2831263262547131427-3021337397225763321?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/3021337397225763321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=3021337397225763321' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/3021337397225763321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/3021337397225763321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/11/final-para-o-comeco.html' title='Final para o começo.'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-743996705376823184</id><published>2009-10-16T12:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:38:39.860-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MELHORES'/><title type='text'>O pensamento =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Meu pensamento precisa de tempo, para pensar no tempo que tem passado.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Tem fugido do seu normal, tem voado sem voltar pra casa.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Tenho sido informal, atipica e desordeira, como um vento que vem na&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;direção errada levando para qualquer lado o que não quer ficar.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Quando voo assim sou guiada por forças que desconheço e ai&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;passo a não saber mais se permaneço ou se me levo.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Saudade dos momentos de criança que não terei mais até que uma&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;nova criança nasça em mim. Saudade dos amigos que mudaram&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;comigo e todas as besteiras que os anos levaram.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Penso em quanto seremos diferentes do que fomos, e quanto iremos&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ainda nos transformar.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Penso nos sonhos que tenho e não me lembro, que parecem ser a porta&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;para voltar ao passado e imaginar uma nova vida a partir de agora.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Eles me dão insegurança que assegura que eu estou viva para fazer o que minha&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;mente permitir. Segurança de um novo mundo que não quero fazer parte.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Mas devo fazer, porque ele me rodeia, me envolve e me conduz.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Eu preciso ser parte dele, eu encaro as novas situações porque sei&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;que não sou mais a mesma de antes, mesmo querendo nunca ter mudado de&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;direção, mesmo querendo ter os amigos perto, os brinquedos preferidos, os locais&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;divertidos e os sonhos inacabáveis. Eu sei, nada ficou no lugar, nem eu, que estou sem&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;direção, mas permaneço em movimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-743996705376823184?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/743996705376823184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=743996705376823184' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/743996705376823184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/743996705376823184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-pensamento.html' title='O pensamento =]'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-2914445294242862363</id><published>2009-07-06T22:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:38:39.860-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MELHORES'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;{número 1} Ás vezes fico pensando até que ponto nós estamos indo bem, até onde conseguiremos chegar juntos, e se conseguiriamos chegar em algum lugar sozinhos. Não sei quando é que estou certa ou quando é que você está, porque eu acabo sedendo a tudo que você deseja, sem querer, eu deixo você entrar devagarinho, ou então bruscamente cada vez mais. Você conquistou um espaço dentro de mim que eu queria que ficasse quietinho, em silêncio, mas agora que você deixou esse pedaço sair não tenho como deixa-lo preso. Ele criou asas e não me obedece, meu órgão mais maluco passou a comandar o meus desejos, os meus pensamentos. Que coração mais doido eu tenho. Tem dias que eu nem sei direito quem eu sou ou o que quero ser, mas ainda sim sei com quem quero estar. Algumas vezes dói um pouco, porque o cérebro tenta falar para ele ir devagar, não se entregar, mas o coração não quer saber de ter medo, ele não vai se arrepender mesmo que nada dê certo. Aí o cérebro pensa 'SERÁ QUE ISSO TUDO VALE Á PENA?' &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;{número 2} Mas o coração nem responde, ele simplesmente faz o cérebro se calar e ficar trancado lá na escuridão, que séculos atrás chamavam de 'a luz da razão'. Há horas em que meu corpo se divide e eu não sei para onde ir, são nas horas em que você não parece dar o valor que eu sinto merecer, quando é grosso comigo ou quando é mais orgulhoso do que inteligente e gentil. Ele se divide e cada parte quer sumir para um lugar, uma pra perto de você, para se proteger, se estabilizar, a outra quer fugir onde ninguém possa achar. Só que também existem os momentos em que todos concordam no que fazer, são as situações em que você mostra me amar, tenta me proteger ou jura que me ama da mesma maneira que eu te amo. Sério, nem sempre acredito no que você diz, não sei porque, é uma maneira que você me ensinou de nunca se magoar por inteiro. Mas na maioria das conversas eu acredito em tudo aquilo que eu gosto de ouvir. No quanto você me ama, no quanto eu sou especial, no quanto você precisa de mim.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile.aspx?uid=902518610227961582"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;{número 3} E depois de tanto falar, de tanto ouvir, não sei se sou tão perfeita quanto você diz, nem sei se sou capaz de continuar uma caminhada se alguém não estiver comigo. eu olho para você e me assusto, porque como disse antes, você é muito misterioso, sempre tentando fazer jus ao seu nome, ROCHA.Eu queria estar contigo qualquer que fosse os dias, sejam de luta ou de glória, não apenas eu estar do seu lado, sermos como no Rei Leão, 'SOMOS MAIS DO QUE MIL, SOMOS UM'. Quero que você me prove, com paciência, sem querer, que o que você fala para mim é verdade verdadeira bem real, porque não tem um segundo desde que te conheci, que não eu desejo ter uma familia contigo, viver contigo para sempre, te amar e respeitar. Não teve um segundo que eu não desejo mais do que tudo que nossos sonhos se realizem, que nossos planos deem certo. Não tem um segundo desde o primeiro beijo que eu te dei, que eu não queira com mais força te amar para sempre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-2914445294242862363?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/2914445294242862363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=2914445294242862363' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/2914445294242862363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/2914445294242862363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/07/numero-1-as-vezes-fico-pensando-ate-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-2054625613066456660</id><published>2009-07-06T21:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:27:54.469-02:00</updated><title type='text'>06/07/09 - postado atrasado - SEM TÍTULO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;É muito fácil, muito fácil se apaixonar,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;muito, muito difícil conviver, se relacionar.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Maravilhoso a vitória, horrivel não aceitar que podemos perder ás vezes.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;É feliz ter amigos, muito, muito triste não entender que estamos sozinhos&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;no mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-2054625613066456660?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/2054625613066456660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=2054625613066456660' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/2054625613066456660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/2054625613066456660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/07/060709-postado-atrasado-sem-titulo.html' title='06/07/09 - postado atrasado - SEM TÍTULO'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-664796061900484901</id><published>2009-06-14T23:09:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:38:39.861-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MELHORES'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SjW0AdACFeI/AAAAAAAAAdU/9ScPnpUsYuk/s1600-h/GEDC2787.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347378052450096610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SjW0AdACFeI/AAAAAAAAAdU/9ScPnpUsYuk/s400/GEDC2787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;É muito complicado começar uma história que não tem fim.
Fica mais difícil escrever um futuro incerto e planejado.
Sempre tive sonhos, ainda tenho, mas agora toda vez que você
aparece eu penso em um novo sonho para realizar.
Quando eu olho para você, tenho certeza que é quem eu quero,
não posso ver além do seu rosto, porque é nele que eu gosto de
esfregar o meu.
Se estiver longe, te imagino se aproximando e me fazendo rir com
seus andares forçados. Reparo que o sol está indo embora e só sinto
saudade dos dias em que dormimos juntos escondidos.
Contigo eu me fortaleço, se você disser que me ama, me ilumino
com a graça de uma luz que só nós temos.
Não, não é fácil falar de você. Tentando sempre ser impenetrável,
forte, tolerante, intocável.
Se mostrando tão diferente do que tenta ser. Tão mais lindo quando
é calmamente natural, carinhoso, a realidade mais linda que eu já tive,
sensível e esperto, colo confortável para meus desesperos.
O único homem na Terra que me faz continuar,
me faz sobreviver a qualquer coisa é você.
Quero viver a vida com você.
Comprar nosso primeiro imóvel com sacrifício, nosso mérito.
Com nosso esforço montá-lo por dentro, pintar nosso quarto de
azul, ter uma cozinha branca com armários embutidos.
Água qnete saindo do choveiro, geladeira cheia de cervejas e comida.
quando a estabilidade voltar novamente, planejar uma viagem.
Fazer trilhas em praias do Nordeste, vizitar fazenda da Cecíla, andar de cavalo,
tomar banho no ribeirão, tomar cachaça de Minas.
Quando nos dermos conta que aproveitamos nosso vigor físico, sentir que algo
está faltando.
Por isso então teremos meninos criados por nós, com a sua esperteza, meu humor,
nossa beleza e caráter.
Aos sábados chamar os amigos para comer e jogar cartas na nossa varanda,
levar as crianças no cinema ás sextas, praia ao domingo.
Vai ser o que nos animará para a segunda cheia de trabalhos e responsabilidades.
Levar os meninos no médico, dar banho no cachorro, planejar aulas,
investir na Escolinha, te amar de noite. De segunda a sexta.
E virão os fins de semana, tardes inteiras só com aquilo que construímos
juntos, como sempre fomos e seremos.
Parece perfeitoo, simplesmente por se ao seu lado.
Eu te amo, não dá para dizer que não.&lt;/span&gt;

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&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&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/2831263262547131427-664796061900484901?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/664796061900484901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=664796061900484901' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/664796061900484901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/664796061900484901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-muito-complicado-comecar-uma-historia.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SjW0AdACFeI/AAAAAAAAAdU/9ScPnpUsYuk/s72-c/GEDC2787.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-1560640097296701821</id><published>2009-05-10T02:42:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T03:02:03.312-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SgZtlRfxMhI/AAAAAAAAAdA/U_SgLauNJPI/s1600-h/fghj.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Muito difícil.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Eu que sempre me achei diferente das outras pessoas.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;me achei sensível, carinhosa, atenta ás necessidades do mundo.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Deixei escapar o meu maior motivo de viver.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Deixei de fazer mais feliz um pouquinho, quem me faz tão feliz.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Ele é tão perfeito, tão lindo.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Não consigo imaginar perder meus olhos em outro lugar.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Não consigo imaginar encontrar melhor local para ancorá-los.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Eu amo tanto você que perco ar ao falar disso.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;São tantos adjetivos para mencionar. São tantas verdades incríveis para&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;dizer sobre a maneira que o meu peito acelera quando penso em você.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Já fui uma pessoa de me paixonar rápido e me envolver, mas com você é diferente&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;tá demorando, demorando porque eu me apaixono todo dia, e é tão forte,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;é tão novo. É imenso demais.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Ás vezes eu acho que não é capaz de caber dentro de mim, porque não tem um espaço,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;um pedaço do meu corpo em que você não esteja presente.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Eu peço todo noite antes de dormir que Deus me ajude a continuar&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;lutando, para me dar forças e para me fazer conquistar um lugar para ser só&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;nosso. Um lugar para criar os filhos que quero ter com você, para ter um cachorro&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;da raça que você escolher.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Já me apaixonei outras vezes, mas sei lá, é muito pequeno. O mundo é pequeno.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;As coisas ficaram mais coloridas e mais bonitas, e elas são pretas e brancas, opacas&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;quando a sua sombra não está sobre elas.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Eu odeio pensar que magoei você, tentando acertar eu errei.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Me desculpa, mas ás vezes parece que nunca serei boa o bastante, parece que nunca&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;vou conseguir ser perfeita pra você do mesmo jeito que você é perfeito para mim.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Eu quero ser o melhor possível, eu quero ser uma pessoa melhor.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Tenho medo de perder você.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Só penso em dar todo meu amor, te mostrar o quanto é importante ter meus&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;sonhos contigo, como é importante pra mim saber que não estou mais sozinha agora.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Não estou mais sozinha como antes.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Você é minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Por você eu consigo superar minhas limitações e enfrentar as dificuldades,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;consigo trabalhar sem reclamar e agradecer por todos os segundos da minha&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;vida.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;EU NÃO SEI VIVER SEM VOCÊ, EU NÃO .. NÃO SEI.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;eu preciso tanto de você, tanto !!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EU TE AMO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AS DIMENSÕES EXISTENTES NÃO SÃO CAPAZES DE REPRESENTAR.&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/2831263262547131427-1560640097296701821?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/1560640097296701821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=1560640097296701821' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/1560640097296701821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/1560640097296701821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/05/muito-dificil.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-6013492108453319357</id><published>2009-04-25T12:56:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:38:39.861-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MELHORES'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SfM5KsH3J_I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/r9cfxQ9ORQ8/s1600-h/DSCN9032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328665639915038706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SfM5KsH3J_I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/r9cfxQ9ORQ8/s400/DSCN9032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;A mente humana é realmente assustadora.&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;Eu tenho uma, sempre tive, e venho desenvolvendo &lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;meu corpo em conjunto com ela esses anos todos e mesmo&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;assim ela me surpreende.&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;Me surpreende quando me deixa agir de surpresa com&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;as emoções que vão surgindo de lugar qualquer,&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;igual ao um animal medroso, fugitivo, sempre na defensiva.&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;Quando enche seu espaço a ponto de explodir,&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;ou esvazia por completo e me transforma em um balão a mercê do vento que força do lado de fora da alma.&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;A mente é assustadora.&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;Ela controla meu instinto, oprimi demais até que ele&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;desaparece e se esconde por completo dentro de mim,&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;e se por acaso eu precisar dele terei que me virar com a RAZÃO.&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;Razão a qual o homem perdeu a muitos anos atrás.&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;E eu também nem tenho.&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;Aí, a luz que deveria ter na cabeça apaga e eu caio nas graças&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;da escuridão dos sentimentos,&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;um profundo desentendimento entendido.&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;Então me confundo me aprofundo e me perco de verdade&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;na mais pura realidade que tenho, isso me apavora&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;me emburrece, me entristece.&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;Meu chão passa a ser um monte de ovos que não sei como&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;pisar, um aglomerado de sonhos que quero conquistar,&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;uma pilha de medos e pesadelos.&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;O tumúlto está armado, instuitído, organizado,&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;dentro da desorganição que meus neurônios causaram&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;por não filtrarem as respostas nervosas nem as sinapses&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;funcionam mais.&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;E eu me torno um ser racional, porque agora sim vejo.&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;E o que eu vejo não me agrada.&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;Mas ninguém se importa com isso,&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;e tudo que eu passo a querer é voltar para o meu&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;mundo de antes, obscuro da realidade.&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;O mundo que me conforta, o meu mundo.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" vejo minha alma refletindo nos seus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328667948515205442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SfM7REVCIUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/opilPJ4X8yE/s400/fghj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Minha maior vontade é estar do seu lado, te proteger e ser protegida. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Desculpa meu AMOR, você é meu motivo maior.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-6013492108453319357?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/6013492108453319357/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=6013492108453319357' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/6013492108453319357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/6013492108453319357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/04/mente-humana-e-realmente-assustadora.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SfM5KsH3J_I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/r9cfxQ9ORQ8/s72-c/DSCN9032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-3868647489522763513</id><published>2009-04-18T10:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T10:49:52.160-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/Senabqvt6uI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Y4rCmI9LAY8/s1600-h/DSCN0485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326028203208076002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/Senabqvt6uI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Y4rCmI9LAY8/s400/DSCN0485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SenaIQtpq6I/AAAAAAAAAb4/ASsYbQdBass/s1600-h/DSCN0487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326027869802572706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SenaIQtpq6I/AAAAAAAAAb4/ASsYbQdBass/s400/DSCN0487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;É como se uma parte de mim tivesse ficado para trás, e essa parte que ficou tivesse deixado em mim algo que eu nunca esquecerei.
Foi extremamente importante para mim, foi essencial para meu aprendizado e para a minha profissão.
Eu me sinto privilegiada, me sinto honrada, e posso dizer que minha vida tem valor diante dessa escolha que eu fiz.
Tenho certeza, é isso que eu quero. Eu amo fazer o que faço, e estar onde estou.
Quero continuar tendo a minha volta seres em desenvolvimento, seres pequeninos que não fazem idéia do mundo cruel, e é isso que eu gosto mais.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Quando estou com eles nada me fere, nada me atinge, somos apenas nós. Sem medos e sem medidas.
Tão mutáveis, tão exageradamente lindos, tão verdadeiros, tão diferentes das outras pessoas. Eu amo como eles são. Seus sorrisos perfeitos, seus choros manhosos, os perfumes todos iguais. Roupas da mesma cor, pés de mesmo tamanho, rostos com muitas bochechas, cabelos fininhos, vozes tão altas e abraços apertados.
Nossa! Como eu amo isso. E foi um mês de relacionamento, eu já sinto saudade do que foi á uma hora atrás.
Eles dão sentindo ao meu dia-a-dia.
Eu os desejo tão fortemente, desejo uma felicidade mais tarde, na mesma proporção que eles me causaram. Eu desejo uma saúde vigorosa tanto quanto á que eles recuperaram quando eu chegava e recebia seus carinhos. Eu desejo que eles mudem, mas nunca deixem de ser como são.
Perfeitos por serem naturais como todos nós deveríamos ser.
Sentirei saudades meus pequenos grandes alunos. Eu amo vocês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-3868647489522763513?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/3868647489522763513/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=3868647489522763513' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/3868647489522763513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/3868647489522763513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/04/e-como-se-uma-parte-de-mim-tivesse.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/Senabqvt6uI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Y4rCmI9LAY8/s72-c/DSCN0485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-7066706670679037562</id><published>2009-04-14T13:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T13:46:18.480-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SeS9cnRZMRI/AAAAAAAAAbw/bi4ViqihovQ/s1600-h/preto+no+branco+olhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324588958734692626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SeS9cnRZMRI/AAAAAAAAAbw/bi4ViqihovQ/s400/preto+no+branco+olhos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Faz tanto tempo que eu não escrevo aqui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;não sei se as minhas palavras serão belas como as que antes vieram por aqui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;porque muita coisa mudou, em tão pouco tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e eu nunca tinha reparado que muita coisa muda o tempo todo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;em cada segundo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Passaram semanas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Estou aqui novamente para continuar, para mostrar para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;qualquer indivíduo que se interesse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ou para simplesmente tirar de dentro de mim o afogamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;que isso causa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;VAI SABER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Estou aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;____________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Andando pelas ruas eu vejo automóveis, auto peças,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Só não achei que chegaria o tempo em que encontraria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;auto pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tudo automático, independente, auto sustentável,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;auto suficiente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E as pessoas viraram coisas também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pessoas são agora AUTOMÁTICAS, e você pode acha-las&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;em diversos lugares, por um preço bem camarada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sem valor. Sem sentimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mas tem muito ainda manual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Manual de instruções não tem não, a pessoa automática é um susto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a cada reação. Inesperadas circunstâncias, e perigosas elas se tornaram,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;já que agora são máquinas, e máquinas não pensam, apenas executam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Só não são dependentes de outras delas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Porque quando dão conta do que se tornaram, o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;enferruja, óleo sai pelos olhos, e tudo fica claro, mas não resolvido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E a vida continua, com a lembrança triste de que já fomos facilmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;felizes, e que agora felicidade é utopia da massa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eu, não máquina, não automática,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;não triste, sou guiada pelo amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pelo medo, pelo instinto e apesar de todo mal entendimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;que existe entre mim, e o mundo tecnológico,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;posso dizer com clareza que sou feliz mesmo sabendo que o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mundo não é mais como era antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-7066706670679037562?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/7066706670679037562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=7066706670679037562' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/7066706670679037562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/7066706670679037562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/04/faz-tanto-tempo-que-eu-nao-escrevo-aqui.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SeS9cnRZMRI/AAAAAAAAAbw/bi4ViqihovQ/s72-c/preto+no+branco+olhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-315266856612216480</id><published>2009-03-19T11:27:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T11:47:15.375-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.cancaonova.com/olhares/files/2008/09/20070109215817-rezando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 265px;" src="http://blog.cancaonova.com/olhares/files/2008/09/20070109215817-rezando.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;DEUS, prometa-me que tudo vai acabar sempre da melhor maneira possível,&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;PROMETA-ME que você vai cuidar de mim e das pessoas que eu amo com zelo e dedicação&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;de um pai super-protetor.&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;E que vai estar do nosso lado nas horas de escolhas auxiliando a escolha correta.&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;PROMETA-ME que as coisas vão depender da minha vontade, e não só da sua.&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Proteja a mim e meus amores e ilumine nossos caminhos.&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Leve-nos para um sono renovador durante a noite e quando o dia amanhecer enxa nosso&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;dia de luz e força para começar outra vez.&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;E por último, PROMETA-ME que o sentimento que nós temos nunca acabe.&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;LIVRAI-ME de todo mal, AMÉM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-315266856612216480?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/315266856612216480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=315266856612216480' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/315266856612216480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/315266856612216480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/03/deus-prometa-me-que-tudo-vai-dar-acabar.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-4148878991249732401</id><published>2009-03-04T14:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T14:18:06.146-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TEMPORARIAMENTE SEM POSTAGENS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/Sa63s5y6lcI/AAAAAAAAAbY/fdSMRBkNhcI/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309382992772896194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/Sa63s5y6lcI/AAAAAAAAAbY/fdSMRBkNhcI/s400/19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;DEVIDO AO GRNADE NÚMERO DE ATIVIDADES&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;DIÁRIAS, OM EU BELO PRAZER DE ESCREVER&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;SERÁ INTERROMPIDO PARA QUE EU POSSA&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;CUMPRIR COM AS MINHAS OBRIGAÇÕES&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;COTIDIANAS.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;VOU SENTIR SAUDADE DE ESCREVER AQUI&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;DURANTE ESSE TEMPINHO.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;BEIJOS BLOGUINHO LINDO, EU TE AMO.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;RS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UMA IMAGEM TIRADA DURANTE O CARNAVAL PARA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FINALIZAR. RSRSRS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-4148878991249732401?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/4148878991249732401/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=4148878991249732401' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/4148878991249732401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/4148878991249732401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/03/temporariamente-sem-postagens.html' title='TEMPORARIAMENTE SEM POSTAGENS'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/Sa63s5y6lcI/AAAAAAAAAbY/fdSMRBkNhcI/s72-c/19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-159226003612032570</id><published>2009-02-12T19:43:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:38:39.861-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MELHORES'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/pr.lopes/SF8ttnk5UBI/AAAAAAAACvw/pv8Oq4Vxm5A/revolver_violencia_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/pr.lopes/SF8ttnk5UBI/AAAAAAAACvw/pv8Oq4Vxm5A/revolver_violencia_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;A chuva caí na parte de fora da minha casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;e na minha parte de dentro ela inunda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Tantos acontecimentos tristes essa semana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;coisas tão horríveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUERRA, FOME, VIOLÊNCIA, INJUSTIÇA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MALDADE, ÓDIO, EGOÍSMO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;e de repente a brincadeira que era de adulto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;passou a ser brincadeira de criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;que cada vez mais novos entram no crime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Não consigo mais conviver com isso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;de maneira a adaptar minha mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;aos acontecimentos, tudo me afeta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;e as pessoas esqueceram que no final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;tudo volta para elas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;-Uma moça brasileira é arrastada e tem seu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;marcado com estilete com as iniciais do partido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Suíço Neo-nazista. Grávida de duas meninas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;a mulher que morava e trabalhava numa firma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;de advocacia de lá além de perder as crianças foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;humilhada devido a sua raça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;-Criança de 6 anos é estuprada no banheiro da escola &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;municipal onde iria estudar pela primeira vez, durante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;a reunião de país e mestres. Ainda não sabem quem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;cometeu o crime, mas há suspeitas de ser um dos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;pais presentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;-Garoto de classe média alta é preso pela polícia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;federal na Freguesia por tráficar drogas. Junto com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ele duas meninas também foram presas. Eles tinham &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;menos de 21 anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;-Veteranos de uma universidade federal aplicam trotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;absurdos em calouros que ficam traumatizados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Solvente queimou a pela de moças, uma delas grávida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;e um dos meninos foi levado ao hospital desacordado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;em estado de coma alcoólico com ferimentos levem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Eu não sei se alguém poderia entender o sentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;que eu carrego comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Eu tenho vergonha de ser gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mais uma vez, em menos de um ano eu tenho mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;desgotos com a raça que eu digo fazer parte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Infelizmente eu nasci na Terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;A repulsa, a incompreensão, a não aceitação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;desses fatos faz de mim uma pessoa recriminada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;por minhas opiniões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Te gente achando que não tem nada demais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;matar, roubar, ferir, estuprar, acabar com sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Tomara que a chuva não leve as tristezas embora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;porque esses fatos não podem ser esquecidos nunca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;não podem virar rotina a ponto das pessoas não se importarem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;mais com eles, não chorarem mais por eles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Somos todos irmãos, e eu peço paz para os&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;que sofreram e sinceramente que a justiça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;tire do mundo pessoas sem coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;É PRECISO AMAR COMO SE NÃO HOUVESSE AMANHÃ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;PORQUE SE VOCÊ PARAR PARA PENSAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-159226003612032570?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/159226003612032570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=159226003612032570' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/159226003612032570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/159226003612032570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/02/chuva-cai-na-parte-de-fora-da-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/pr.lopes/SF8ttnk5UBI/AAAAAAAACvw/pv8Oq4Vxm5A/s72-c/revolver_violencia_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-5041650225356257290</id><published>2009-02-12T19:24:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T19:42:27.285-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Avisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SZSXV8d4LnI/AAAAAAAAAa4/T2ndN6jT3Rw/s1600-h/ATgAAAC6yLJLzqSuCBdUAN2Jc7RLZ_8LnEiHXxzIP0jagCaqP2ODKeFFnpGFYdwj5O450LhoGLgHtRKsLVEaDtAiKgFsAJtU9VBZRXnTK4NnlyAryX155IR0CXnX9g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302029064586407538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SZSXV8d4LnI/AAAAAAAAAa4/T2ndN6jT3Rw/s400/ATgAAAC6yLJLzqSuCBdUAN2Jc7RLZ_8LnEiHXxzIP0jagCaqP2ODKeFFnpGFYdwj5O450LhoGLgHtRKsLVEaDtAiKgFsAJtU9VBZRXnTK4NnlyAryX155IR0CXnX9g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SZSWnvkQlAI/AAAAAAAAAaw/0FjLRq509nw/s1600-h/DSCN9650a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Quero ver quem segura essa barra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;
Até a hora que eu voltar
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou sair pra preencher um vazio no peito
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tô meio sem jeito de falar
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero ver se eu cair agora
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem é que vai me levantar
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já pedi ao sol,
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já pedi ao mar
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já pedi à lua
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Às estrelas do céu já pedi
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quase tudo que consegui
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu ganhei da rua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Deixo na mão de quem quiser
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Deixo na mão de quem quiser
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Deixo na mão de quem quiser
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;É que eu não sou um ator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;

 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;E se eu sinto dor
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tenho que chorar
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Avisa, avisa, avisa, avisa
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;

 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Avisa
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Se o sol brilhar de novo no horizonte
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Avisa
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;E pode ter certeza que eu tô lá pra ver
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;
 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Avisa
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Se a liberdade te trair e precisar de alguém
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;

 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Avisa
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ou se tudo correr bem e não precisar
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Avisa
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Parece até que o vento traz o sentimento
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Avisa
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;E nem faz questão de nos avisar
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Avisa
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Pro vento que traz sofrimento
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Que sopre pra outro lugar
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Avisa
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;O vento que traz amor
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Não vejo a hora de você chegar
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&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/2831263262547131427-5041650225356257290?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/5041650225356257290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=5041650225356257290' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/5041650225356257290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/5041650225356257290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/02/avisa.html' title='Avisa'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SZSXV8d4LnI/AAAAAAAAAa4/T2ndN6jT3Rw/s72-c/ATgAAAC6yLJLzqSuCBdUAN2Jc7RLZ_8LnEiHXxzIP0jagCaqP2ODKeFFnpGFYdwj5O450LhoGLgHtRKsLVEaDtAiKgFsAJtU9VBZRXnTK4NnlyAryX155IR0CXnX9g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-3488753066572065777</id><published>2009-02-09T01:02:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:38:39.862-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MELHORES'/><title type='text'>Auto-recomendação - Parte I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lnlb.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lnlb.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/vida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;eu deveria evitar as falhas de comunicação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-mas a tecnologia não me permite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;eu deveria ser menos preocupada com o futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;mas o presente me cobra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;eu deveria ficar mais tranquila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;mas a violência é grande&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;eu deveria estar mais confiante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;mas eu me cobro demais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;eu deveria curtir cada segundo mais ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;mas isso acaba ficando para o final dos planos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;eu deveria não ligar tanto para o dinheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;mas eu preciso dele para continuar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;eu deveria me sacrificar mais por mim mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-mas eu fico cansada demais para isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;eu deveria sentir menos vontade de chorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-mas o mundo está muito triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;eu deveria controlar a minha TPM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;mas meus hormônios são potentes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;eu deveria buscar conhecimentos a mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-mas talvez não caibam mais na minha cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;eu deveria fazer o que quisesse mais vezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;mas a vida me impõe limites&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;eu deveria não respeitar tanto as regras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;mas as regras me prendem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;eu deveria ter menos medo de não &lt;em&gt;conseguir&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;mas com a mesma força de lutar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;eu deveria ter mais chances para tentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;mas nem sempre todos enxergam o nosso mérito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;eu deveria me permitir sentir bem além.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-mas sentir pode doer muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;eu deveria não me importar com a hora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-mas o relógio não pára de rodar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;eu deveria valorizar mais quem eu amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;mas ainda parece ser pouco&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;eu deveria crescer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-mas eu gosto de ser criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;eu deveria manter meus amigos mais perto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-só que eles agora tem as mesmas 'recomendações' que eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-3488753066572065777?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/3488753066572065777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=3488753066572065777' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/3488753066572065777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/3488753066572065777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/02/auto-recomendacao-parte-i.html' title='Auto-recomendação - Parte I'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-3072292236812631277</id><published>2009-02-05T12:03:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T12:16:22.395-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sabrinamix.com/img/tmp/blog/200604/200275064-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 449px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.sabrinamix.com/img/tmp/blog/200604/200275064-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;É mais ou menos como ganhar na loteria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;primeiro você fica eufórico, louco, totalmente radiante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;depois você começa e ver as complicações e os problemas que isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pode causar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mas sabe de uma coisa, a primeira impressão é sempre a que fica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;você pode até pensar nas coisas ruins, mas isso tudo nunca vai deixar de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ser maravilhoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;É sempre parte da solução, é sempre parte da felicidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sempre parte da melhor parte da sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hoje em dia é como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ganhar 1 milhão de reais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;É como achar uma agulha na areia da praia de Copacabana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eu encontrei meu prêmio e quero ficar a vida toda com ele,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;e isso nunca foi tão verdade com agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eu já pensei isso antes, com certeza pensei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mas agora a vontade é real e eu busco minhas realizações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;para que um dia isso aconteça de verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Um dia não tão distante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-3072292236812631277?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/3072292236812631277/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=3072292236812631277' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/3072292236812631277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/3072292236812631277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/02/e-mais-ou-menos-como-ganhar-na-loteria.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-7525065489380770603</id><published>2009-02-01T14:13:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T14:39:23.301-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d197/xxxkelxxx116/colorful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d197/xxxkelxxx116/colorful.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ás vezes nem o sol é importante para você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ás vezes você olha para o lado e o que tem na parte de dentro tá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;tomando conta, só que&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; não cuida direito&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;That's what you get when you let your heart win&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'É isso que você ganha quando deixa seu coração ganhar.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;No que não queria &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;se transformar&lt;/span&gt;, agora você já virou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;e de repente não tem volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mas você sente que está errado e que a sua antiga opinião ainda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;sobrevive no fundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;That's what you get when you let your heart win&lt;/span&gt;)
'É isso que você ganha quando deixa seu coração ganhar.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O céu está lá fora &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;lindo e azul&lt;/span&gt; que as cores contrastam de maneira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;anormal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;e você está apenas esperando o íma unir o que está separado por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;um curto espaço de tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Só que você sente que &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;não pode ser assim pra sempre&lt;/span&gt;, porque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;That's what you get when you let your heart win&lt;/span&gt;)
'É isso que você ganha quando deixa seu coração ganhar.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O coração está sozinho e junto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;mais junto que sozinho.. mas isso não parece verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;quando o momento sozinho é o atual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Só que isso &lt;em&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;That's what you get when you let your heart win&lt;/span&gt;)
'É isso que você ganha quando deixa seu coração ganhar.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;_______________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Esse tipo de coisa acontece numa mente sã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;que insiste em refletir suas atitudes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;_______________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&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/2831263262547131427-7525065489380770603?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/7525065489380770603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=7525065489380770603' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/7525065489380770603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/7525065489380770603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-vezes-nem-o-sol-e-importante-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-2650832165878387690</id><published>2009-01-23T14:35:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T14:44:49.445-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sei lá.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ganeshkorea.googlepages.com/ganesh.JPG/ganesh-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 432px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 607px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ganeshkorea.googlepages.com/ganesh.JPG/ganesh-full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"A Força não vem da capacidade física,ela vem de uma vontade inabalável."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;{&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mahatma Gandhi&lt;/span&gt;} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
 &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;'Sinto absoluto em mim, o dom de existir e viver'
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'Quem bater primeira dobra do mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Dá de lá bandeira qualquer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Aponta pra fé e rema'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;{&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Los Hermanos&lt;/span&gt;} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
 &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;'Ah! Eu que não me sento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;No trono de um apartamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Com a boca escancarada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Cheia de dentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Esperando a morte chegar!&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;{&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Raul Seixas&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/2831263262547131427-2650832165878387690?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/2650832165878387690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=2650832165878387690' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/2650832165878387690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/2650832165878387690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/01/sei-l.html' title='Sei lá.'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-3050964537839665768</id><published>2009-01-22T13:20:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:27:41.147-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Poesia I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://palavrasaovento2004.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/olhos%20lindosssssssss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://palavrasaovento2004.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/olhos%20lindosssssssss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Morena dos Olhos d'água&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chico Buarque1966&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Morena, dos olhos d'água,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tira os seus olhos do mar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem ver que a vida ainda vale&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O sorriso que eu tenho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra te dar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Descansa um meu pobre peito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que jamais enfrenta o mar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas que tem abraço estreito, morena,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com jeito de te agradar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem ouvir lindas histórias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que por teu amor sonhei.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem saber quantas vitórias, morena,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por mares que só eu sei.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O teu homem foi-se embora,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prometendo voltar já.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas as ondas não tem hora, morena,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De partir ou de voltar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passa a vela e vai-se embora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passa o tempo e vai também.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas meu canto ainda te implora, morena,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora, morena, vem.
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-3050964537839665768?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/3050964537839665768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=3050964537839665768' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/3050964537839665768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/3050964537839665768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/01/poesia-i.html' title='Poesia I'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-1097979602545426730</id><published>2009-01-19T23:16:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:38:39.862-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MELHORES'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SXUpimTZQHI/AAAAAAAAAZA/_2oayfycXFo/s1600-h/caminhos%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293182611418071154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SXUpimTZQHI/AAAAAAAAAZA/_2oayfycXFo/s400/caminhos%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Na complexidade de um segundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;o erro é o que se leva para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sou aprendiz das palavras que o erro ocasiona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ouvinte de uma verdade que não é minha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Estou me acostumando com isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Mas isso já não me assusta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Não quero voltar, nem estar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tentando fazer daqui o meu lugar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;enquanto não tenho razões seguras para ir para outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Na contra mão dos sentidos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;me sinto em apuros dentro de muros fortes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;E quando o muro cair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ninguém aqui vai notar que eu jamais serei a mesma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;porque sou agora o que quero ser amanhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Dentro dos meus muros internos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;diferentes daqueles que me cercam sem eu querer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;esses são os que me mantém segura de mim mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&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/2831263262547131427-1097979602545426730?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/1097979602545426730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=1097979602545426730' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/1097979602545426730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/1097979602545426730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/01/na-complexidade-de-um-segundo-o-erro-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SXUpimTZQHI/AAAAAAAAAZA/_2oayfycXFo/s72-c/caminhos%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-6100244108275568563</id><published>2009-01-15T16:41:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T16:53:04.778-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://missantipatia.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/abraco_pretoebranco.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://missantipatia.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/abraco_pretoebranco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Não importa quem, como ou onde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;que, quando e porque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sem cores, verbos, e outras coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;O que importa é o PRONOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;o Pró(NOME), seu nome,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;você, você sendo meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Seu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Quando se fala NÓS tudo muda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tudo transforma e melhora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Quando se fala NOSSO, o mundo vira meu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;e SEU claro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;O força que o pronome tem. Ai ai aii esses pronomes possessivos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;MEU, SEU, NOSSO, de todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hã ? De todos ?... De todos nada, só DA GENTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Põe posse nisso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tem também os pronomes do caso reto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eu, tú , ele. Nós Vós e eles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ah, fala sério .. do que me importa esses todos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;eu gosto é do EU e TÚ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;O resto é pronome do caso esquecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Então resumindo, EU e TÚ, com NOSSO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;DA GENTE, tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ENTENDEU ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&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/2831263262547131427-6100244108275568563?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/6100244108275568563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=6100244108275568563' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/6100244108275568563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/6100244108275568563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-importa-quem-como-ou-onde.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-4451702540521261714</id><published>2009-01-13T20:54:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:29:07.745-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Essa enterna saudade de você:

Não sei se você vai entender,
mas sabe aquela saudade que nunca acaba,
mesmo quando quem se quer está do lado ?
É saudade de saber que ela vai pra casa
daqui a pouco..
É saudade por não poder dormir com ela..
Saudade de ter que dividir o tempo que queria
que fosse só de vocês dois.
É o tipo de saudade que nunca passa,
e que me impulsiona a acordar,
e começar o dia com a vontade de fazer ela acabar.
Esse tipo de saudade que eu sinto todo dia,
os que eu vejo, e os que eu não vejo você (mais ainda).

Eterna saudade, por te querer sempre mais. &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/2831263262547131427-4451702540521261714?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/4451702540521261714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=4451702540521261714' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/4451702540521261714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/4451702540521261714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/01/essa-enterna-saudade-de-voce-nao-sei-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-5756059749146084726</id><published>2009-01-13T20:54:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:56:00.137-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Essa enterna saudade de você:

Não sei se você vai entender,
mas sabe aquela saudade que nunca acaba,
mesmo quando quem se quer está do lado ?
É saudade de saber que ela vai pra casa
daqui a pouco..
É saudade por não poder dormir com ela..
Saudade de ter que dividir o tempo que queria
que fosse só de vocês dois.
É o tipo de saudade que nunca passa,
e que me impulsiona a acordar,
e começar o dia com a vontade de fazer ela acabar.
Esse tipo de saudade que eu sinto todo dia,
os que eu vejo, e os que eu não vejo você (mais ainda).

Eterna saudade, por te querer sempre mais. &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/2831263262547131427-5756059749146084726?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/5756059749146084726/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=5756059749146084726' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/5756059749146084726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/5756059749146084726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/01/essa-enterna-saudade-de-voc-no-sei-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-5049976974386065332</id><published>2009-01-06T22:22:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:37:14.476-02:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SWP4372gS8I/AAAAAAAAAY4/Hd6zMJNG0vM/s1600-h/rugas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288344027305888706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SWP4372gS8I/AAAAAAAAAY4/Hd6zMJNG0vM/s400/rugas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu quero um cachorro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(Tuany Medeiros)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hoje eu acordei com uma vontade diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Senti falta de um presença importante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;senti que precisava de um ser a mais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;de distribuir um carinho a mais, e fazer mais coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;por esse ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eu senti que o meu futuro está bem próximo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;e que seria melhor eu me preparar pra novidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eu fiquei com vontade de planejar viagens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;e escolher cores de paredes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eu notei que um espaço ainda estava desocupado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;em meio a tantos planos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eu preciso de um cachorro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Para dar amor, para treinar esse amor que não é o dos namorados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Para me trazer responsabilidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Junto com meu cão, viriam as risadas novas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;as experiências novas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eu chamaria ele de filho, de bebê, de gostoso e lindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ele representa a meu imenso sonho de estar num lugar meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Que passaria a ser meu e dele, e de quem mais gostasse de estar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;E na minha casa teria mais alegria, mais filmes na Tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ele deitaria no chão do meu quarto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;me lamberia o rosto sem eu querer de manhã para me acordar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Quando estivesse com fome, seu latido seria um choro pidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eu imagino ele pulando em nós quando estivessemos chegando do trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Pedindo atenção, pedindo brincadeiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;E quando um de nós negasse algo, ele ficaria mudo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;mas ainda sim estaria ali do nosso lado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;nos protegendo, nos selando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Um companheiro de sonhos, de um novo sonho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eu preciso de um cachorro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;para completar o novo lugar que quero estar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu te darei um =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-5049976974386065332?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/5049976974386065332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=5049976974386065332' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/5049976974386065332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/5049976974386065332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SWP4372gS8I/AAAAAAAAAY4/Hd6zMJNG0vM/s72-c/rugas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-3572283906144185611</id><published>2009-01-04T02:40:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:42:51.442-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MELHORES'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pg.cefetpr.br/utfest/images/concurso/o_olhar_do_futuro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 640px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 480px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.pg.cefetpr.br/utfest/images/concurso/o_olhar_do_futuro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Futuro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Tuta Medeiros&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Quando a minha mente percebeu já era dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;As perguntas que eu fazia, não tem respostas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e eu preferi não fazê-las mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tantas respostas que não trazem nenhuma solução,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;então resolvi esquecer os problemas que precisavam dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Quando olhei para trás já era noite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e a solidão sumiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Pretendo mantê-la longe, só perto quando eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;quizer ficar mais perto de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Aqueles assuntos chatos, decidi que não eram meus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e as pessoas que não reconheceram meu esforço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;não quero como antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Olhando para os lados eu não chegava a lugar nenhum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;comecei a olhar para frente e um passo seguiu de outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Se você esperar que o Universo gire para que você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;acompanhe, vai ver os cabelos pratearem sem sair do lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Se quero girar, eu farei que gire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;As minhas unhas estão crescendo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;meu corpo afinando, me deixando mais bela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Entendi que o futuro tem relação com o passado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e também que pode não depender dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Eu posso começar agora do começo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e isso não ter parte nenhuma no que já passou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Do vazio apareceu uma brasa viva que incendeia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Me virei e vi que não precisava voltar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;mas que ainda sim estaria ali pra sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Diante da imensidão eu não era nada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;mas sempre fui tudo que tive, muitas vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;fui tudo para alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Diante do destino, que eu nem sei se posso contar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;bailei como uma folha de outono.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Deu tudo certo no seu comando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Quando falei comigo mesma não acreditei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;deixei livre e ele não quis sair do meu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Deixei livre e livre fiquei, como nunca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;tinha estado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Meus pensamentos passaram a ser brandos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;continuaram confusos, mas estar confuso é ser normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;De repente estava observando melhor a vida,
e realizando desejos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Meus desejos acabaram,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e os sonhos continuam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-3572283906144185611?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/3572283906144185611/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=3572283906144185611' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/3572283906144185611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/3572283906144185611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/01/futuro-tuta-medeiros-quando-minha-mente.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-6202324808864505658</id><published>2008-12-28T15:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:35:49.076-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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O medo passou, a vivacidade voltou.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Estou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ansiosissima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; para o Ano Novo.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Vai ser divertido, FATO !&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Vai ter video no YOUTUBE, foto louca,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;cover oficial do Justin, samba, funk, trance, mpb.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;VAI BOMBAR.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Tudo isso com uma vista na DIAGONAL para a praia da Barra da tijuca.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Sem falar de comida e bebida liberada a noite toda.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ah! Tem piscina, e bom eu nao esquecer meu biquini&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;de novo, eu nao me perdoaria.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A nova loira do Tcham vai estar presente,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Shakira e Beyonce.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Nosso caro amigo Marcos Palmeiras (versao sem nuca)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;E varias outras atraçoes imperdiveis.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;FESTA DOS AMIGOS RETARDADOS.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-'Oi, eu posso entrar ? Eu sou mongol!"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-'Nao, sinto muito, so para os RETARDADOS.'&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;VAI SER DEMAIS.&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/2831263262547131427-6202324808864505658?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/6202324808864505658/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=6202324808864505658' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/6202324808864505658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/6202324808864505658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-medo-passou-vivacidade-voltou.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-5459809822060904913</id><published>2008-12-28T15:23:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:34:32.489-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ja passou o Natal, la vem 2009.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-5459809822060904913?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/5459809822060904913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=5459809822060904913' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/5459809822060904913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/5459809822060904913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2008/12/ja-passou-o-natal-la-vem-2009.html' title='Ja passou o Natal, la vem 2009.'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-8365325458044466777</id><published>2008-12-27T02:09:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T02:34:20.486-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SVWv3SM09bI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Rd1iMzMFw0c/s1600-h/pretinhaaaaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284323102102451634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SVWv3SM09bI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Rd1iMzMFw0c/s200/pretinhaaaaaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Talvez eu esteja me entregando demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Me dá tanto medo de acabar e eu não saber o que fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Ás vezes eu me irrito com coisas tão pequenas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;eu não sei se são bobeiras minhas, ou se são coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;que significam algo na realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Me dá raiva de me sentir tão vulnerável assim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;meu mundo girando ao redor de uma só pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Será que isso é certo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Será que isso é sonho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Tento aprender a conviver com um sentimento novo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;de não querer se afastar, de não querer perder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;de não querer nunca magoar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Aí da medo também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Medo de estar sendo muito egoísta, de estar sendo infantil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;de ser insegura, de magor alguém, de se magoar e tudo mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Eu gosto bastante do que acontece conosco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;gosto tanto que é um vicío.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Logo eu, que nunca tive vícios, que nunca me segurei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;tão forte em alguma coisa, resolvi ter um vício que anda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;fala, tem sentimentos e opiniões, que são diferentes das minhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;''A dor no fundo esconde uma pontinha de prazer'',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Cazuza hei de estar certo, só pode estar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Como eu posso gostar de um sentimento tão mutante como este?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Que me confunde e me conforta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Como eu posso jogar minha alegria nas mãos de outro alguém?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Por quem eu choro e rio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Como eu posso ser tão frágil ao ponto de não me importar com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;o que pode acontecer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;não dá para ter certeza, não dá para ter razão nos assuntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;do coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Eu sou muito pequena diante da força do destino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Eu quero tudo, atenção, carinho, tesão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;sexo, amor, compreensão, amizade, respeito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;solidariedade, companheirismo, gratidão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;tudo só meu. Possessiva. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Sou grossa demais, e sensivel demais a uma grosseria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Tão yin e yang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Definida como:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;'Uma pessoa com o comportamento inexplicavelmente lindo'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Será isso o ideal ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;o melhor, ou apenas o meu ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Não sei ao certo o que esse post quer dizer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;estou confusa em relação ao meu comportamento (mais amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;do que tesão, mas tesão que amor, mas paixão do que carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;dependencia, independecia, necessidade, execesso de vontade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;flexivel, liberal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;e minhas prioridades ( faculdade, trabalho, amor, carência,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;amigos, vida social, família).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Só o sentimento eu sei qual é,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Graças a Deus, é amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Obs: Não tente me entender, tente me sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&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/2831263262547131427-8365325458044466777?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/8365325458044466777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=8365325458044466777' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/8365325458044466777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/8365325458044466777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2008/12/talvez-eu-esteja-me-entregando-demais.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SVWv3SM09bI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Rd1iMzMFw0c/s72-c/pretinhaaaaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-3546634538764350974</id><published>2008-12-21T17:08:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T17:20:32.600-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Postagem nº 100</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thehillthatbreathes.com/immagini/programma/maggio_4_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://www.thehillthatbreathes.com/immagini/programma/maggio_4_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ontem eu chorei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;depois de anos e anos, eu chorei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e foi por um motivo diferente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;um motivo bonito, sem tristeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Chorei de &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;felicidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, de emoção,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e quando vi que seus olhos tentavam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;controlar a queda das lágrimas que eles produziam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sem querer, eu tive mais vontade de chorar ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Porque senti mais do que nunca uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e uma &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;certeza incrível&lt;/span&gt; e um conforto imenso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;de saber que você sempre vai estar comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Um irmão que tem algo mais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;um amor que é mais do que amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Uma coisa &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;[explicável].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Uma coisa&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; in&lt;/span&gt;[descritível].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não consegui controlar, elas tentaram dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;o que eu não consegui descrever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;__________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;PARABÉNS PARA MIM..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;QUE ESCREVI 100 POSTS EM MENOS DE UM ANO !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;URHULL !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&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/2831263262547131427-3546634538764350974?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/3546634538764350974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=3546634538764350974' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/3546634538764350974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/3546634538764350974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2008/12/postagem-n-100.html' title='Postagem nº 100'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-2682459630280416733</id><published>2008-12-20T01:31:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:42:51.442-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MELHORES'/><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Só de amor. (Ou não)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ultimamente eu só consigo escrever de amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esse amor é o melhor que há em mim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na verdade é o melhor que tenho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e que já tive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ultimamente eu só consigo pensar em amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nas suas pronúncias suaves e macias,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as mais macias e delicadas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o mais gostoso que já tive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ultimamente eu tenho esquecido de esquecer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e no meu esquecimento só aparece o dono&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que causa a falta de memória,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o homem que eu mais amo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ultimamente eu me esqueço que esqueci,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e que o esquecimento me esquece,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;só tenho uma coisa na minha mente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o homem que eu mais amo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nos últimos dias me vem tão claro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a sensação rara de estar tão perto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tão perto quanto nunca estive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de ser feliz como ninguém foi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nos últimos dias me sinto forte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e a minha força se enfraquece com a leveza do sentimento,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na minha parte de dentro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sinto que sou alguém de sorte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nessas semanas admito ter me entregado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ter feito tudo que demonstra carinho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e mesmo assim me sinto obrigado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a mostrar que o que eu sinto é muito mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nessas semanas jurei meu amor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;disse coisas com uma certeza incomparável,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;disse sobre meu amor inabalável&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e que pra sempre vou estar aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desde sempre tive absoluta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a vontade de permanecer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e assumo, eu amo você mais que tudo no mundo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Então me escuta !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sem você eu me confundo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meu sonho é fraco,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meu som é mudo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;minha voz não canta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meu coração não tem arritmia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meus pés não são da dança,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;minha íris não brilha,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;minha cor desbota,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meu amor não seria, jamais como é.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_____________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obs: Uma poesia muito estranha,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sem pé e sem cabeça,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sem rimas e ritmo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não começa e não parece que termina,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;repetitiva e diferente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;__________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-2682459630280416733?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/2682459630280416733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=2682459630280416733' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/2682459630280416733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/2682459630280416733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-1326114591234129740</id><published>2008-12-19T12:35:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T12:50:05.007-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Só no dia de 'SÃO NUNCA' rs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ancarsa.com.br/cachambi/mulata.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Você já ouviu falar no Bar e Restaurante 'São Nunca' ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pois bem, eu fui lá ontem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gente simples, divertida, simpáticas ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Em plena Barra da Tijuca ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Difícil acreditar, mas é verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fui no banheiro, pequenooooo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;quenteeee, cheioooo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Na fila em perguntei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-'Você sabe se tem banheiro no segundo andar ?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-'Não, eu nunca vim aqui antes.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-'Oi, você sabe se tem banheiro lá em cima ?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-'Po, nem sei, eu nunca tinha vindo aqui antes.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-'Ah, tá bom brigada'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Entendi porque é São Nunca, acho que metade das pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;que lá estavam, estavam lá pela primeira vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Vou admitir, foi muito bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu era a morena mais MULATA do ambiente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;fizeram até rodinha batendo palmas para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hahahahahahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me senti uma sambista nascida em berço e ouro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;da Beija-Flor, Mangueira, Portela ou Mocidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ARRASEI Ném !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Foi muito maneiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;O bar e restaurante vai ser agora 'São Sempre'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;


















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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-1326114591234129740?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/1326114591234129740/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=1326114591234129740' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/1326114591234129740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/1326114591234129740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2008/12/s-no-dia-de-so-nunca-rs.html' title='Só no dia de &apos;SÃO NUNCA&apos; rs'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-7304196963891817482</id><published>2008-12-14T23:43:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T01:44:12.411-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SUXQFeHCPYI/AAAAAAAAAX4/OFD8dh1N1Kk/s1600-h/109%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279854930562268546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SUXQFeHCPYI/AAAAAAAAAX4/OFD8dh1N1Kk/s400/109%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;∫॰♫॰ﾟ ♪॰♫ﾟ॰♫॰ ♪॰&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'Tô trancado no meu quarto á meia-noite sem ninguém,
eu não durmo mas para mim tudo bem.
E lá fora o vento sopra aquele som que a noite tem,
eu não ligo, e para mim tá tudo bem.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;∫॰♫॰ﾟ ♪॰♫ﾟ॰♫॰ ♪॰&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003333;"&gt;A liberdade que devemos ter.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Não quero que o assunto morra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;não quero falar do assunto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Se assunto virar novela, eu viro novela junto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Não gosto de ouvir disso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;não gosto de ter ouvidos para ter que ouvir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;mas eu prefiro te-los do que você mentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Não tentei disfarçar o sentimento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;mas acabei tendo que disfarçar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Mas o amor que eu tenho dentro não me deixou enganar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Não posso ficar falando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;não queria ter comentado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;mas eu prefiro ter dito tudo, do que ter sofrido calado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Eu não suporto saber das mulheres,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;as mulheres que tem no mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Que sempre estarão ao seu redor, que quando penso me levam ao fundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Eu odeio ter que dividir o que eu mais amo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;eu queria ter de você, tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;E é dificil, mas é melhor que você não fique mudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Eu sei que você me ama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;eu te amo muito também,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Só que eu não consigo pensar em você sendo de mais alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Te amo ainda mais calado, do que em prosa e verso.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-7304196963891817482?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/7304196963891817482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=7304196963891817482' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/7304196963891817482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/7304196963891817482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2008/12/liberdade-que-devemos-ter.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SUXQFeHCPYI/AAAAAAAAAX4/OFD8dh1N1Kk/s72-c/109%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-3066398897220694473</id><published>2008-12-14T04:37:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:42:51.442-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MELHORES'/><title type='text'>Madrugada.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SUSwsYHAtfI/AAAAAAAAAXU/L1M_OkuOyyQ/s1600-h/ATgAAAASoRNmmdF5QF_oVYzAP1eKYL7ABfNTI38SKv_CLF91CQhXiaYiWQE47Uz6YPUijlAFbpYCb8I1zmNO2f7j4sgUAJtU9VCfjtPQkOca6QTpyqdGNR_z8kP6Pg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279538939617654258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SUSwsYHAtfI/AAAAAAAAAXU/L1M_OkuOyyQ/s400/ATgAAAASoRNmmdF5QF_oVYzAP1eKYL7ABfNTI38SKv_CLF91CQhXiaYiWQE47Uz6YPUijlAFbpYCb8I1zmNO2f7j4sgUAJtU9VCfjtPQkOca6QTpyqdGNR_z8kP6Pg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;Madrugada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Eu paro para pensar no que me faz feliz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;e me deparo com o que me impede de ser mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;A violência que preocupa meus pais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;reflete em medo, que torna impossível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;que eu fique de madrugada na rua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;A madrugada deveria ser o horário mais tranquilo do dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Horário de dormir profundamente, beber alegremente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;sorrir absurdamente, falar divertidamente, viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Não poder estar na rua, me limita a alguns lugares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Esse lugares me limitam a pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;As pessoas estão limitadas á seus assuntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;E isso me causa vontade de ficar num carro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;num canto, num quarto calmo e escuro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;iluminado apenas pela luz amarela do poste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;falando dos assuntos incomuns,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;comparando situações divertidas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;contado histórias vividas e fatos ocorridos tempos atrás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Só que a violência atingi tudo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;sua rua, sua casa, seu carro, sua vida inteira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;E você se fecha para uma parte enorme do mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;por não ter força ou opção de desafiar esse lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;sombrio das madrugadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;A madrugada deveria ser o horário mais tranquilo do dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Quantas madrugadas eu terei que perder até que isso mude?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Eu já amei a rua, hoje, eu amo o carro, o canto e o quarto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;o que eu terei que amar amanhã por causa da bendida violência?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;É, era para a madrugada ser tranquila, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;só que hoje vivemos de insônia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;O que dizer do amor que tenho&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ele é meu refúgio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Onde eu me encontro, onde me perco&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ele é meu príncipe, que nunca foi sapo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pois eu amo, de várias formas&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ele é o meu brilho interior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Que ilumina o escuro que meu peito pode ter.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ele é um planejamento que superou expectativas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;E me supreende sempre mais&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ele é um anjo que caiu e virou humano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Só pode ter sido Deus que criou você&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ele é generoso e gentil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Como um homem deve ser&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ele é esperançoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Da para sentir a força que ele tem&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ele é uma página de livro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ainda tem mistérios e contos&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ele é seguro parcialmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Dos olhos dele uma certeza reluz&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ele é bonito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;O corpo dele se mexe livremente&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ele é engraçado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Meus sorrisos cansam de sorrir&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ele é diferente dos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;De uma maneira única que só ele deve ter.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ele é meu porto seguro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Eu sinto o amor que tem por mim nos abraços que ele me dá&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ele é o amor que eu esperei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Do modo mais inesperado que imaginei&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-3066398897220694473?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/3066398897220694473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=3066398897220694473' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/3066398897220694473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/3066398897220694473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2008/12/madrugada.html' title='Madrugada.'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SUSwsYHAtfI/AAAAAAAAAXU/L1M_OkuOyyQ/s72-c/ATgAAAASoRNmmdF5QF_oVYzAP1eKYL7ABfNTI38SKv_CLF91CQhXiaYiWQE47Uz6YPUijlAFbpYCb8I1zmNO2f7j4sgUAJtU9VCfjtPQkOca6QTpyqdGNR_z8kP6Pg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-1714454381983435073</id><published>2008-12-11T14:05:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:11:44.878-02:00</updated><title type='text'>SÓ FOTOS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SUE7CJHbYvI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ExhH_AMjm_4/s1600-h/ATgAAADzWk8S1obJYE2lNW1wk_JzHMJdL0IUTPAY89yhIrV8FV2ci7l9t0-tniyhW3UE63LTZHzcuaiY3oc7q8dq42uSAJtU9VDDopw1X7TKn3ck6qLIQvUerF4vEg%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278565146247783154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SUE7CJHbYvI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ExhH_AMjm_4/s400/ATgAAADzWk8S1obJYE2lNW1wk_JzHMJdL0IUTPAY89yhIrV8FV2ci7l9t0-tniyhW3UE63LTZHzcuaiY3oc7q8dq42uSAJtU9VDDopw1X7TKn3ck6qLIQvUerF4vEg%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;EQUIPE PODEROSA MMORAND 2000  QUEM NÃO GOSTOUUUUU ! rs
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&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;Quem manda sou EU !!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;EU &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TE AMO&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ATO.
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&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/2831263262547131427-1714454381983435073?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/1714454381983435073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=1714454381983435073' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/1714454381983435073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/1714454381983435073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2008/12/s-fotos.html' title='SÓ FOTOS.'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SUE7CJHbYvI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ExhH_AMjm_4/s72-c/ATgAAADzWk8S1obJYE2lNW1wk_JzHMJdL0IUTPAY89yhIrV8FV2ci7l9t0-tniyhW3UE63LTZHzcuaiY3oc7q8dq42uSAJtU9VDDopw1X7TKn3ck6qLIQvUerF4vEg%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-2642316627304729822</id><published>2008-12-09T00:24:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:51:57.594-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabe o que eu preciso ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/ST3c9aPPPRI/AAAAAAAAAWs/doXUZY_JyFU/s1600-h/DSCN9320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277617285921455378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/ST3c9aPPPRI/AAAAAAAAAWs/doXUZY_JyFU/s400/DSCN9320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Eu preciso que toda boa hora&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;seja feita com pelo menos 1 sorriso.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Que todo fim de semana tenha um&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;dia de praia.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Que todo tipo de diferença seja esquecida,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;não só durante um jogo da copa.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Que toda brasileiro tenha orgulho do país.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Que todo estrangeiro respeite nosso povo.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Eu preciso levantar com o pé&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;direito e com o pé esquerdo, pisando bem firme.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Preciso que toda briga séria possa ser resolvida com&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;uma simples conversa.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Que o ciúme nas relações seja tempero,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;e não motivo para discutir.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Preciso conseguir fazer uma boa ação para alguém.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Preciso falar e ouvir 'EU TE AMO' sempre.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Preciso que os sorrisos não sejam disfarces&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;da dor.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;E que toda dor fortifique o homem.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;E que todo mal, seja enfim extinto,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;e que toda fé, seja então bem fundada.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Preciso que as músicas sejam para falar&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;dos pensamentos, e não para vender discos.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Preciso de significado para palavras fortes,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;e que toda morte seja chorada.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Preciso que me digam algumas razões,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;e que me expliquem atos cruéis, porque eu nunca entendo.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Preciso de motivos para chorar,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;mas nunca precisei de motivos para sorrir.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;_________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Sabe Príncipe,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;você me surpreende sempre.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Eu sempre tive a mania de me culpar das coisas&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;como por exemplo hj, quando eu quis ir embora,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;quando eu falei de qualquer jeito sobre o Castelo,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;eu tenho essa mania a muito tempo,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;porque eu sempre tenho culpa mesmo, na maioria das coisas.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Não tenho problemas em pedir desculpas,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;não gosto de estar errada, por isso me arrependo e falo&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;quando acho que devo corrigir algo.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Só que hoje eu me senti diferente, quando eu insisti para&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;vc subir, para a gente conversar, pedi desculpas se &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;te irritei ou me exaltei sobre o que eu disse e vc &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;ficou mudo, não falou, não me olhou, não sorriu,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;e ficou pensando.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Não sabia se eram pensamentos que ficariam ali ou&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;se eu tomaria conhecimento deles, por isso perguntei.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Vc respondeu que não sabia, e em seguida falou&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;o que eu menos esperava.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Pedir desculpas por um acontecimento que eu achei&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;ter causado me deixou sem reação,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;porque eu tinha pedido desculpas antes e com sinceridade,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;mas a sua espontaniedade, ou sua capacidade e sensibilidade&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;tirou de cima de mim um peso, que mesmo que pequeno,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;me incomodava no momento.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Vc me surpreendeu, de verdade, e como mágica&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;o seu sorriso se abriu para mim, e eu sorri feliz também.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;TE AMO.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Odeio quando ela faz assim.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;me deixa triste como se amar fosse errado,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;como se estar apaixonada não justificasse,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;então eu peço á vc :&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Amor,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;diz que vai ser sempre assim,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;diz que nunca vai disistir de mim.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Diz que mesmo que a água suba você vai nadar para&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;me salvar,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;diz que mesmo que o sol esquente você vai aguentar.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Diz que por mim você faria tudo.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Diz que nosso amor é o maior do mundo.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Diz que nunca vai me deixar.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Diz que do meu lado vai estar em todos os momentos.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;E que se algo apertar você ainda ficará comigo.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Sendo meu parceiro, meu amigo, meu namorado, sempre.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Eu tenho medo de perder você,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;porque tudo que eu tenho de melhor está dentro de nós.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Tudo que eu tenho de motivação está conosco,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;e tudo que me faz feliz surge quando estamos á sós.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Dentro do escuro, de baixo dos lençóis.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Entre os nossos corações batendo,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;entre o medo que nós podemos ter,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;entre o amor maior e a saudade que dói.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Diz que o que importa é que estamos juntos e nada mais.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;DIZ,  POR FAVOR ME DIZ !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-4356484564319559339?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/4356484564319559339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=4356484564319559339' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/4356484564319559339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/4356484564319559339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2008/12/odeio-quando-acontece-isso.html' title='Odeio quando acontece isso.'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/STt2B30HsRI/AAAAAAAAAWk/XTujRR9jQ_Y/s72-c/DSCN9452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-7503993214755019703</id><published>2008-12-06T11:51:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T13:23:26.508-02:00</updated><title type='text'>É tão certo, quanto calor do fogo. Eu já não tenho escolha, e participo do seu jogo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/STqGrqswbzI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Kh1UhGOiDZY/s1600-h/%257B96ccc393-25c8-4104-b352-3263e38db4db%257D_fal%2520fogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276677998172466994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/STqGrqswbzI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Kh1UhGOiDZY/s400/%257B96ccc393-25c8-4104-b352-3263e38db4db%257D_fal%2520fogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Queima..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e porque queima ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Porque ao encostar no corpo quente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;o que é &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;inflamavél&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;explode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Porque ao beijar uma boca com condutor a onda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;de calor invade um corpo sólido e a energia passa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;deixando-o á 374 Fº (Fahrenheit).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Então quando o &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt; que saí do seu interior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;toca a camada externa, mais sensível da minha pele,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;ele se vai e ela fica em &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;febre&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Pronto, fico assim acima de 100°C,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;mas mesmo que não houvesse essas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;ondas calóricas, essas energias e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;essa física que envolve o nosso &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mundo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;você ainda sim, me faria ferver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;e meu &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;coração&lt;/span&gt; entraria em ebulição
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;só de ver o seu sorriso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&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/2831263262547131427-7503993214755019703?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/7503993214755019703/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=7503993214755019703' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/7503993214755019703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/7503993214755019703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-certo-quanto-calor-do-fogo-eu-j-no.html' title='É tão certo, quanto calor do fogo. Eu já não tenho escolha, e participo do seu jogo.'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/STqGrqswbzI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Kh1UhGOiDZY/s72-c/%257B96ccc393-25c8-4104-b352-3263e38db4db%257D_fal%2520fogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-5268361388867086437</id><published>2008-12-05T12:23:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:40:09.457-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ele falou que era impossivel ouvir essa música e não pensar em mim.. *.*</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/STk7n_9FO5I/AAAAAAAAAWU/jHxvITrMAQM/s1600-h/GEDC0389.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/STk7n_9FO5I/AAAAAAAAAWU/jHxvITrMAQM/s1600-h/GEDC0389.JPG"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu te amo que parece inacreditável..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276313996809812882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/STk7n_9FO5I/AAAAAAAAAWU/jHxvITrMAQM/s400/GEDC0389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unbelievable (tradução)
Craig David
Composição: Craig David&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;strong&gt;Inacreditável&lt;/strong&gt;



&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu sempre disse que saberia aonde encontrar o amor,

Sempre pensei que eu estaria pronto e forte osuficiente,

Mas as vezes eu apenas senti que poderia desistir.

Mas &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;agora você veio e mudou meu mundo inteiro&lt;/span&gt;,

Eu estou em algum lugar em que nunca estive antes,

&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Agora eu vejo, o que significa o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;amor.&lt;/span&gt;



[Refrão]

Isso é tão inacreditável,

E eu não quero que isso se vá,

Algo tão bonito,

Fluindo como uma cachoeira.

Eu sinto como se você sempre tivesse sido,

uma parte de mim, pra sempre.

E isso é tão inacreditável finalmente estar apaixonado,

Em algum lugar eu nunca pensei que eu estaria.

No meu &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;coração&lt;/span&gt;, na minha cabeça, é tão claro agora,

&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Segure a minha mão que você não terá mais nada a temer agora&lt;/span&gt;,

&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Eu estava&lt;/span&gt; perdido e você &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me resgatou&lt;/span&gt; de alguma maneira.

&lt;/span&gt;Eu estou vivo, eu estou completamente apaixonado por você,

E eu nunca estive aqui antes.

Agora eu vejo, o que significa o amor.



[Refrão]



Quando eu penso no que eu tenho, e na chance que euquase perdi,

Eu não posso ajudar mas sofro, e choro.

Ah sim, sofro e choro.

[Refrão]

Agora eu vejo, o que significa o amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-5268361388867086437?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/5268361388867086437/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=5268361388867086437' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/5268361388867086437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/5268361388867086437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2008/12/ele-falou-que-era-impossivel-ouvir-essa.html' title='Ele falou que era impossivel ouvir essa música e não pensar em mim.. *.*'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/STk7n_9FO5I/AAAAAAAAAWU/jHxvITrMAQM/s72-c/GEDC0389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-6713267223270294444</id><published>2008-12-04T00:26:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:32:10.474-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fã vs. Ídolo</title><content type='html'>Tem uma menina que sempre deixa comentários nos meus textos.
ela diz que muitas vezes não sabe o que dizer quando lê o que eu escrevo.

Tem vezes que ela desabafa depois que lê.
Outras concorda plenamente como se fosse ela mesma que tivesse escrito.

Isso me assusta, porque eu nunca imaginei que o que eu
escrevo fosse importante para alguém, ou então
que alguém concordasse ou sentisse algo depois que lesse.

Só que essa menina nem sabe, talvez, que eu seja mais fã
do que ela escreve, mais dependente do que ela comenta aqui,
do que ela é de Chico Buarque.
Ela gosta de dançar, e eu também,
só que ela sabe fazer isso de uma maneira clássica e delicada,
e eu faço isso de maneira descoordenada e comum.
Ela sabe fazer contas e planejar espaços,
eu nem sei aproveitar os espaços que eu tenho, e sempre
derrubo tudo ao meu redor.
Eu sou fã dela, mais do que sou fã de escrever.

=)

Te adoro muito Bailarina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-6713267223270294444?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/6713267223270294444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=6713267223270294444' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/6713267223270294444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/6713267223270294444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2008/12/f-vs-dolo.html' title='Fã vs. Ídolo'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-8090766261430488166</id><published>2008-12-02T22:41:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:55:28.817-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Está acabando.
Ainda bem.
Só faltam os resultados.


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Foi um dia cinza hoje.
Sem o cheiro que você trás nas suas roupas.
Como eu sinto saudade sua.
Do seu perfume.
Dos seus pêlos que eu gosto de sentir
quando deito sobre seu peito.
Adoro seus ombros largos e a força que a sua mão tem.
Tô me sentindo meio dependente.

_____________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-8090766261430488166?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/8090766261430488166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=8090766261430488166' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/8090766261430488166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/8090766261430488166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2008/12/est-acabando.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-840073711851574482</id><published>2008-11-30T23:52:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:42:51.443-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MELHORES'/><title type='text'>Hutús.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ele me dispertou a fúria e o ódio mais sincero pelo ser humano.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Dispertou a pena mais forte da sociedade.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Um nojo de ser pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Um horror de ser gente, de ser qualquer coisa.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Mas ai, dispertou a vontade intensa de querer mudar tudo.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Dispertou a idéia firme de transformar o mundo.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;De levar paz, sem morte pela justiça.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ele me trouxe ódio de odiar o que acontece nesse planeta.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;E ódio é tão feio.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;O ódio tem a cara destemida de um menino negro.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;menino criado pela sociedade egoísta.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Esse menino era tão bom, ele tirava notas boas.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ele fazia compras para a mãe doente, e cuidava dos 5 irmãos mais novos.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ele tinha apenas &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13 &lt;/span&gt;anos.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ele me fez destestar a realidade.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me fez sentir cheiro de&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; sangue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nas ruas lindas da cidade.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me fez ver o pior do pior que há.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Eu achava que era ruim, e ele me fez ver muito mais triste.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me fez querer enfrentar de alguma forma simples que fosse&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;essa realizade &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;crua&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me fez querer ajudar as crianças que tem as almas&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;roubadas pelo dinheiro fácil do crime.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Um dinheiro não tão fácil, mas tão rápido,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;tão rápido quanto a certeza da &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;morte&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me fez desejar a morte da elite social que ignora tudo&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;até que seu filho seja morto por alguém que não tinha o que comer.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Eu não culpo ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Porque ninguém tem culpa de ter começado.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Mas ele me irritou e me deixou disposta a não querer &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;fazer parte desse grupo que é culpado disso não ter um&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;FIM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Como ele fez isso ?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;COM AS SUAS PALAVRAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;MV BILL, O CARA.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GENTILEZA GERA GENTILEZA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-840073711851574482?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/840073711851574482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=840073711851574482' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/840073711851574482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/840073711851574482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2008/11/huts.html' title='Hutús.'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-4066065915967187560</id><published>2008-11-29T16:28:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T16:30:09.861-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;CURRICULUM VITAE &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;"Eu já dei risada até a barriga doer, já nadei até perder o fôlego, já chorei até dormir e acordei com o rosto desfigurado. Já fiz cosquinha no meu irmão só pra ele parar de chorar, já me queimei brincando com vela. Eu já fiz bola de chiclete e melequei todo o rosto, já conversei com o espelho, e até já brinquei de ser bruxa. Já quis ser astronauta, flautista, mágica, dançarina e trapezista. Já me escondi atrás da cortina e esqueci os pés pra fora, já passei trote por telefone, já tomei banho de chuva, E acabei me viciando. Já roubei beijo, Já fiz confissões antes de dormir num quarto escuro prá melhor amiga. Já confundi sentimentos, Peguei atalho errado e continuo andando pelo desconhecido. Já raspei o fundo da panela de brigadeiro, já me cortei depilando a perna, já chorei ouvindo música no ônibus. Já tentei esquecer algumas pessoas, mas descobri que essas são as mais difíceis de se esquecer. Já subi escondida no telhado pra tentar pegar estrelas, já subi em árvore pra roubar fruta, já caí da escada de bunda. Conheci a morte de perto, e agora anseio por viver cada dia. Já fiz juras eternas, já escrevi no muro da escola, já chorei sentada no chão do banheiro, já fugi de casa prá sempre, e voltei no outro instante. Já saí pra caminhar sem rumo, de faixinha na cabeça, ouvindo estrelas. Já corri pra não deixar alguém chorando, já fiquei sozinha no meio de mil pessoas sentindo falta de uma só. Já vi pôr-do-sol cor-de-rosa e alaranjado, já me joguei na piscina sem vontade de voltar, já bebi vinho até sentir dormente meus lábios, já olhei a cidade de cima e mesmo assim não encontrei meu lugar. Já senti medo do escuro, já quase morri de amor, mas renasci novamente prá ver o sorriso de alguém especial. Já acordei no meio da noite e fiquei com medo de levantar. Já apostei corrida descalça na rua, já gritei de felicidade.Já roubei flores num jardim enorme.Já deitei na grama de madrugada e vi a Lua virar Sol, já chorei por ver amigos partindo, mas descobri que logo chegam novos, e a vida é mesmo um ir e vir sem razão. Foram tantas coisas feitas, momentos fotografados pelas lentes da emoção,guardados num baú, chamado coração. E agora um formulário me interroga, me encosta na parede e GRITA: "_Qual sua experiência?" Essa pergunta ecoa no meu cérebro: "_experiência...experiência...&amp;quot; Será que ser "plantadora de sorrisos" é uma boa experiência? Não!!! Talvez eles não saibam ainda colher sonhos!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-4066065915967187560?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/4066065915967187560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=4066065915967187560' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/4066065915967187560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/4066065915967187560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2008/11/curriculum-vitae-eu-j-dei-risada-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-1304203504626907598</id><published>2008-11-27T00:14:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:42:51.443-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MELHORES'/><title type='text'>Eu não preciso de muito dinheiro, Graças a Deus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SS4EZPDOLbI/AAAAAAAAAV8/FNvq-yX98bk/s1600-h/GEDC0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273157045280714162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SS4EZPDOLbI/AAAAAAAAAV8/FNvq-yX98bk/s400/GEDC0186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Hoje eu não preciso de dinheiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;não preciso de jantar e nem de luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Não preciso que me digam o que fazer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;nem preciso ouvir alguém dizer que estou certa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Não .. eu não preciso que me apontem a direção,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;nem que me mostrem o caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Não preciso que me coloquem o café,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;não preciso me enxugar, porque não vou tomar banho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Não vou ficar esperando as novidades chegarem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;não vou ler o jornal ou ouvir o noticiário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Não vou sentar para descansar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;não vou levantar para caminhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Não estou sentindo fome, o gosto não é importante.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Não vou escovar meus dentes com a pasta mais vendida.&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Não vou tomar leito como toda manhã,&lt;/span&gt;



&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;nem quero matar a minha sede com água.&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Não tenho vontade de sentir o vento,&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;nem quero sentir o cheiro de nada.&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Não vou pentear o cabelo, passar rímel ou perfume,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;não vou chegar tarde, nem cedo, e nem chegar.&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Não sinto que devo ser mais inteligente,&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;ou que deva fazer meu trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Eu não quero fazer meu trabalho, eu não quero pegar o ônibus !&lt;/span&gt;


Não quero fazer o que é do meu costume.

&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Eu não preciso dar boa tarde para quem passa,&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;nem desejar boa sorte para alguém que precisa dela.&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Eu não quero agradar as pessoas,&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;não preciso que elas me agradem dessa vez.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Porque eu nem quero acordar.&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Porque eu não quero que elas pensem em mim,&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;eu não quero que elas se comuniquem.&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Eu não preciso das estrelas da noite,&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;nem da brisa, nem das flores.&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Porque o dia só começa quando você está,&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;e isso tudo sem você não faz sentido.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;É de você que eu preciso&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/2831263262547131427-1304203504626907598?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/1304203504626907598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=1304203504626907598' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/1304203504626907598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/1304203504626907598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2008/11/eu-no-preciso-de-muito-dinheiro-graas.html' title='Eu não preciso de muito dinheiro, Graças a Deus.'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SS4EZPDOLbI/AAAAAAAAAV8/FNvq-yX98bk/s72-c/GEDC0186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-1282154063696033080</id><published>2008-11-26T22:47:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:42:51.443-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MELHORES'/><title type='text'>Minha mente dói.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SS3wNiMPy1I/AAAAAAAAAV0/zddw8VGyPY0/s1600-h/DSCN9499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273134854027856722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SS3wNiMPy1I/AAAAAAAAAV0/zddw8VGyPY0/s400/DSCN9499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Tá doendo de tanto pensar.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Tava doendo mais, só que ela teve uma boa resposta.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Uma das coisas que estava fazendo ela doer.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Graças a Deus, ela não estava preparada.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Agora ela está menos pesada, mas ainda pesa.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Essa semana tem que voar com andorinha,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;rápida, certeira, e chegar no final.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quando estamos ocupados assim,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;não temos tempo para parar,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;não temos olhos para ver,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;e nem temos mais sonhos, apenas objetivos.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Estou ansiosa para poder me preocupar com os meus sonhos novamente,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;para acordar tranquila e sem pressa sair da cama.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Doida para poder olhar as coisas com calma, e admirar.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Sua mente dói ?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Então ela precisa do mesmo que eu.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;TEMPO PARA ELA MESMA.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;_________________________________&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Um mê de namoro hoje,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;e eu estou muito feliz.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Porque ?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Ah.. eu vou te contar porque :&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Um mês.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuany Medeiros&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)

Eu quero você porque tem um cheiro bom,
Tem um gosto tão,
Tem um corpo são e a alma bela.
Quero você porque tem um próprio som,
Vindo da sua respiração,
Porque quem manda é meu coração,
E eu preciso segui-lo.

Preciso de você porque me faz sonhar,
Me deixa relaxar,
Me ouve cantar,
Me mata de gargalhar,
E é quem me deixa feliz.
Porque são seus olhos que vão me guiar,
Porque é por eles que eu hei de acordar
Para esperar por você,
Quando devagar vem vindo para mim.

Acho tão lindo seu jeito sincero,
Seu corpo tão reto,
Sua maneira esperta de se comportar.
e sua boca tão rosa, tão linda,
Suas costas são largas e seus ombros
Encaixam da maneira certa ao me abraçar.

Você presta atenção no que eu digo,
Tem um modo calmo de entender,
Tem facilidade em me surpreender,
Eu te quero comigo,
Como um amor e um amigo
Que nunca me canso de olhar,
E quando te olho descubro algo novo,
E começo a pensar em como é gostoso
Te ter para amar.&lt;/span&gt;

______________________________&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&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/2831263262547131427-1282154063696033080?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/1282154063696033080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=1282154063696033080' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/1282154063696033080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/1282154063696033080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2008/11/minha-mente-di.html' title='Minha mente dói.'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SS3wNiMPy1I/AAAAAAAAAV0/zddw8VGyPY0/s72-c/DSCN9499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-7401918090753731288</id><published>2008-11-25T17:55:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:42:51.443-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MELHORES'/><title type='text'>Paradoxo do amor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;É a minha paz quando está,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;e meu caos quando vai.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;É saudade até quando fica.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;É a luz em que eu me sinto acolhida,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;e quando está escuro é que mais quero.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-7401918090753731288?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/7401918090753731288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=7401918090753731288' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/7401918090753731288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/7401918090753731288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2008/11/paradoxo-do-amor.html' title='Paradoxo do amor.'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-227361203747690498</id><published>2008-11-16T18:28:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:42:51.444-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MELHORES'/><title type='text'>Meu coração ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SSCF0kES45I/AAAAAAAAAVs/dcETPwsuzMk/s1600-h/Paraiso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269358702104863634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SSCF0kES45I/AAAAAAAAAVs/dcETPwsuzMk/s400/Paraiso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Meu coração bate na velocidade da luz,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;e na escuridão em que ele pode se encontrar,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;ao invés disso, se perde.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Se perde porque não se procura, &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;não se procura porque quando se acha não sabe o que fazer.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Ele precisa da incerteza bem definida para tomar decisões,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;ele precisa de amor incondicional para ser feliz.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Ele precisa de uma felicidade sem motivos para fazer sorrir.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Esse mesmo coração que tem medos e vontades,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;esse mesmo coração tem também a coragem de mostrar&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;tudo, ser transparente e não negar ajuda ao próximo.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Ele foi machucado tantas vezes,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;se sentiu frágil por isso.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Mas aprendeu que a fraquea que se sente não quer dizer que&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;você não é forte.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Ele aprendeu que a força dele está em perdoar e seguir em frente.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Aprendeu que ser forte, é o mesmo que ser suave: só percebe quem&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;tem o dom de ser natural.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Aprendeu que as pessoas não se importam mais com a beleza&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;de atos humanos, e que mesmo assim não vai deixar de ser quem é.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Um coração tão lindo não poderia se sentir tão triste tantos dias.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;mas é que esse coração sofre por aqueles que não tem o que comer,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;o que vestir, o que fazer.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Mas ele aprendeu que pode fazer uma coisa por essas pessoas.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Ele pode ser gentil, ele pode ser sereno, pode ser simples e humilde.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;E sorrir para quem é discriminado, agir igualmente entre diferenças.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Esse coração tão livre, fica preso dentro da sociedade.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Ele chorou por não poder voar como queria.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Ele chorou por não achar quem o entendesse.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;E aprendeu que chorar é lindo. É o ato de amor e respeito a si mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Aprendeu também que ser livre é dentro para fora.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;E que sua liberdade não poderia ser comprada,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;assim como sua fé e sua vontade de ser melhor.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Esse órgão tão importante não foi justo com ele mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Em várias ocasiões não conseguiu se perdoar, e em outras&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;se lamentou por se arrepender de algo que fez ou que não fez.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;E por incrível que pareça, ele nunca deixou de ser justo com os outros corações tão cruéis.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Nunca deixou de ter sede por justiça.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Ele aprendeu com a vida, que a justiça que se deseja não é alcançada com frequência,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;mas que se alguém está vendo e não faz nada, esse sim é o injusto,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;e que sempre deve defender aqueles que estão certos, mesmo quando os certos não&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;são os que ele ama mais.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Aprendeu que acima de tudo está a sua personalidade, sua fidelidade, e coerência.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;E que ao viver, deve a cada dia, lutar pelo que acredita.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Isso é um coração honrado,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;isso é um coração que ao morrer, &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;vai olhar para trás e dizer:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu bati no mundo, mas bati mais forte.&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/2831263262547131427-227361203747690498?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/227361203747690498/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=227361203747690498' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/227361203747690498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/227361203747690498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2008/11/meu-corao.html' title='Meu coração ..'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SSCF0kES45I/AAAAAAAAAVs/dcETPwsuzMk/s72-c/Paraiso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-4676554923057000939</id><published>2008-11-15T15:16:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:35:32.347-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Éhhh.. postagem número 81 !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SR8IWWGrU3I/AAAAAAAAAVk/BVaW7BaVooU/s1600-h/ATcAAABD5kfuftmvb9Vn7UH7qz1FDyVY8pzmO_P1vvhAGs-gCOmOqmW--KhQZ3OWUQ5t3viTOxYkdOfPG537GG_E2KhPAJtU9VBkqk1Bw3Ramrn43rIJJlBuKapiXw%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268939269030499186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SR8IWWGrU3I/AAAAAAAAAVk/BVaW7BaVooU/s400/ATcAAABD5kfuftmvb9Vn7UH7qz1FDyVY8pzmO_P1vvhAGs-gCOmOqmW--KhQZ3OWUQ5t3viTOxYkdOfPG537GG_E2KhPAJtU9VBkqk1Bw3Ramrn43rIJJlBuKapiXw%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;O tema de hoje é a necessidade de um tema pra escrever.


Estranho pensar em jornalismo como a versão documentada dos fatos.
Já que a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mídia&lt;/span&gt; é grande &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;influenciadora&lt;/span&gt; de mentes,
já que os jovens resolveram &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;trocar&lt;/span&gt; o senso crítico pela alienação.
Já que a sociedade vem escolhendo o mais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fácil&lt;/span&gt;, ao mais certo.
Já que hoje não podemos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;confiar&lt;/span&gt; nas autoridades e nem no que falam.

É estranho pensar também, que escrever tenha que ter um motivo,
ou melhor, que deva ter um assunto global,
e que todos os que estão lendo, ou pelo menos, a maioria deva se encaixar no que
esta sendo descrito.


É mais estranho olhar a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;valorizarão&lt;/span&gt; de outras culturas pelo povo do meu país,
e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;vê&lt;/span&gt;-la sendo trocada por uma cultura que não se adequará jamais ao contexto
em que vivemos.

Estranho se acostumar com isso.
Estranho viver no meio de quem não se importa com isso.

&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Mudando de assunto..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Quando eu olho para você juro que tento &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;disfarçar&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;tento enganar, fazer com que eu me sinta melhor&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;por diminuir aos seus olhos o que eu sinto.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Eu acho que tá funcionando. Você está pensando que é pouco.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Mas eu achei que isso funcionaria para me manter protegida.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Só que eu esqueci de ter ouvido você me dizer que eu nunca ia precisar me&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;proteger de você.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Me desculpa se eu não faço as coisas tão certas,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;e nem consigo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;demonstrar&lt;/span&gt; além das palavras o que eu tenho.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Desculpa Amor, eu ainda tenho que aprender a me soltar e a correr riscos.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Eu já fui muito assim, e hoje, por querer fazer tudo certo,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;eu talvez esteja &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;desperdiçando&lt;/span&gt; chances de fazer coisas melhores.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;As palavras realmente não provam nada, não dizem nada se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;atos&lt;/span&gt; não acompanharem,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;por isso, eu vou mostrar que elas não mentem.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;É tão bom ter você do meu lado.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Eu queria um príncipe, um rei, um herói.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Mas eu encontrei algo melhor para amar, um ANJO.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Te amo.&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/2831263262547131427-4676554923057000939?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/4676554923057000939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=4676554923057000939' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/4676554923057000939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/4676554923057000939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2008/11/hhh-postagem-nmero-81.html' title='Éhhh.. postagem número 81 !!'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SR8IWWGrU3I/AAAAAAAAAVk/BVaW7BaVooU/s72-c/ATcAAABD5kfuftmvb9Vn7UH7qz1FDyVY8pzmO_P1vvhAGs-gCOmOqmW--KhQZ3OWUQ5t3viTOxYkdOfPG537GG_E2KhPAJtU9VBkqk1Bw3Ramrn43rIJJlBuKapiXw%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-5352427515316976557</id><published>2008-11-13T14:33:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:40:40.702-02:00</updated><title type='text'>• • •</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SRxYBHBWiLI/AAAAAAAAAVc/BxJUr3hBpck/s1600-h/GEDC01502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268182440204470450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 490px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SRxYBHBWiLI/AAAAAAAAAVc/BxJUr3hBpck/s400/GEDC01502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Minha mente tá cansada.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Tá pedindo 'Pelo amor de Deus, PÁRA !'&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Eu quero férias desses compromissos,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;desses trabalhos de faculdade,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;minha cabeça ferve, meu sangue esquenta,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;e sai fumaça dos meus neurônios.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Descanso por favor, eu quero descansar.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Não quero descansar, na verdade eu quero fazer o que me &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;dá vontade, não o que é necessário.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Não o que é preciso.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Preciso disso, o mais rápido possível.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;ALGUÉM ME DÊ UM CORAÇÃO NOVO,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;UM CÉREBRO MAIS EFICIÊNTE.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Esses aqui já não batem e nem apanham.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-5352427515316976557?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/5352427515316976557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=5352427515316976557' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/5352427515316976557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/5352427515316976557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_13.html' title='• • •'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SRxYBHBWiLI/AAAAAAAAAVc/BxJUr3hBpck/s72-c/GEDC01502.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-518688022385763989</id><published>2008-11-10T14:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T14:09:19.890-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Enquanto houver você do outro lado, aqui do outro eu consigo me orientar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SRhchfBVWaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/6d-mLW24BRo/s1600-h/ATcAAABnSkL71PEj0dN1opJlo0HAwnmh36t0EruWegOg678tJM6IWiO3h1F4mzMHzwFOgvyaYeC-lNyFrBXhZ9emRG_8AJtU9VCHLUMrPutzq6W4XvONlFs3zs3ZAQ%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267061494542326178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SRhchfBVWaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/6d-mLW24BRo/s400/ATcAAABnSkL71PEj0dN1opJlo0HAwnmh36t0EruWegOg678tJM6IWiO3h1F4mzMHzwFOgvyaYeC-lNyFrBXhZ9emRG_8AJtU9VCHLUMrPutzq6W4XvONlFs3zs3ZAQ%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-518688022385763989?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/518688022385763989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=518688022385763989' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/518688022385763989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/518688022385763989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2008/11/enquanto-houver-voc-do-outro-lado-aqui.html' title='Enquanto houver você do outro lado, aqui do outro eu consigo me orientar...'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SRhchfBVWaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/6d-mLW24BRo/s72-c/ATcAAABnSkL71PEj0dN1opJlo0HAwnmh36t0EruWegOg678tJM6IWiO3h1F4mzMHzwFOgvyaYeC-lNyFrBXhZ9emRG_8AJtU9VCHLUMrPutzq6W4XvONlFs3zs3ZAQ%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-4385661102836809912</id><published>2008-11-09T20:36:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:57:58.791-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain esse meu pé..</title><content type='html'>Eu não tinha noção da importancia de um pé na nossa vida.

O pé dá apoio, ele nos impulsiona, ele nos equilibra.
A falta dele me deixou sem motivação, desequilibrada até emocionalmente.

Eu preciso correr por ai sabe ?
Não gosto de ficar parada, sentada.
Se eu gostasse eu não seria gente,
não desempenharia a função que eu desempenho.
Eu seria um vegetal, um legume, uma árvore,
e as minhas funções não estariam ligadas ao movimento constante.

Eu preciso me mover para viver.
Eu preciso disso bem mais do que eu preciso de muitas outras coisas
importantes para as pessoas.

Entre escolher ficar uma hora sem me mexer,
e um bom dinheiro na minha mão.

Eu pensaria bem mesmo, e escolheria ser pobre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-4385661102836809912?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/4385661102836809912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=4385661102836809912' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/4385661102836809912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/4385661102836809912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2008/11/ain-esse-meu-p.html' title='Ain esse meu pé..'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-7030485704600895659</id><published>2008-11-08T18:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T18:10:30.235-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SRXyB-RXdeI/AAAAAAAAAVM/zgZNAKLfEbI/s1600-h/Z7xk0mn%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266381454989293026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SRXyB-RXdeI/AAAAAAAAAVM/zgZNAKLfEbI/s400/Z7xk0mn%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-7030485704600895659?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/7030485704600895659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=7030485704600895659' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/7030485704600895659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/7030485704600895659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SRXyB-RXdeI/AAAAAAAAAVM/zgZNAKLfEbI/s72-c/Z7xk0mn%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-1432824390153208361</id><published>2008-11-07T22:48:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:46:56.538-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MELHORES'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Acho que você achou.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;No estilo mais puro que poderia esperar.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;No estilo mais inocente que poderia existir.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Martirizando para não contrariar seu desejo.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Calado, quietinho, para que as brigas não aconteçam pela bobeira&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-1432824390153208361?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/1432824390153208361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=1432824390153208361' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/1432824390153208361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/1432824390153208361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2008/11/acho-que-voce-achou.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-351472417635504763</id><published>2008-11-05T13:36:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T13:49:45.156-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Democrátas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Seria mentira se eu dissesse que não me emocinei hoje de manhã.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Um acontecimento que vai entrar para história,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ou  melhor, que entrou para a história.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Um negro no poder do pais mais influente do mundo ?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;NÃO PODE SER VERDADE.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Um filho de imigrante, envolvido com alcool, drogas,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;criados pela avó materna, criado num país cheio de preconceitos ?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Não poderia ser verdade.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;MAS É VERDADE.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O mundo e o meu coração bateram mais forte hoje.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Foi um alívio imediato, como se o peso que fazia o mundo afundar em&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;guerras, criasse asas e se suspendesse deixando sua força longe dos ombros&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;de tantos cidadãos sofridos.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eu chorei.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fiquei emocinada, que aquele país tão grande, sempre tão certo de sí,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;com seu capitalismo e sua magnitude que domina a Terra, pudesse fazer&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;a minha idéia mudar.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aquela esperança que eu sempre tive, que já estava escondida á algum tempo,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;'deu as caras' na lágrima que caiu ao ouvir o discurso do mais novo presidente dos&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Estados Unidos da América.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Chorei, e fiquei arrependida de tantas vezes criticar o povo que apoiou durante&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;anos aquele governo podre. Arrependida de ter deixado a minha esperança ser esquecida,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;arrependida por achar que ele não conseguiria chegar lá.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;CHOREI de emoção, como se fosse a vitória do meu país, que quebrou hoje&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;preconceitos, dilemas governamentais, dificuldades de aceitar a grandeza do povo perante&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;os governantes, quebrou aquela velha maquina de domínio.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Espero eu, que assim como a minha esperança voltou,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;que OBAMA, o mais novo presidente dos EUA, não me deixe desacreditar novamente&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;que essa nação é forte o bastante para gerar mudanças positivas,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;e que ela pode superar os erros e impulsiondo-a para uma nova era de compreensão, respeito e união entre seu pais e todo o mundo.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;RATULA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;TIONS&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-351472417635504763?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/351472417635504763/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=351472417635504763' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/351472417635504763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/351472417635504763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2008/11/democrtas.html' title='Democrátas.'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-6675924698877235998</id><published>2008-11-03T13:13:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:46:56.539-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MELHORES'/><title type='text'>Palavras, apenas palavras, SINCERAS. Palavras, MOMENTOS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Assim, como ver o mar e sentir uma brisa passar numa tarde quente.
Assim, meio sem eira nem beira.
Meio metade, divisão, meio completo.
Submeto meus pensamentos ao que os deveres chamam de prioridades.
Minha mente, meio sua, meio minha, me deixa assim,
meio sem chão para pisar, ou então sem pés para apoiar.
Mas qual é a necessidade de pés e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chão&lt;/span&gt; quando se pode voar ?
Eu me desconcentro e me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;concentro&lt;/span&gt; só no que me faz sorrir.
É &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;incrível&lt;/span&gt; o potencial do meu sorriso quando você está.
É &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;incrível&lt;/span&gt; o som que sai do meu peito quando você chega.
Eram dias tão normais, sem cor, sem gosto,
e agora são tarde degustadas com carinho que vejo no seu rosto.
Eu amo o jeito que você me olha,
como se soubesse o que eu penso de nós dois.
Esses olhos seus pretos com cílios negros e longos, que piscam lentamente
sobre o meu olhar.
Tão claros e limpos, não conseguem esconder o amor que sabem que sinto.
Não só de olhos eu enlouqueceria, são também os olhares e as milhões de maneiras
que eles tem de me mostrar tantas coisas.
Olhares que talvez eu, só eu entenda, pois alguns são só para mim.
Ele sabe que os meus não vêem movimento, graça ou harmonia além da que ele possui.
Seu cuidado preciso comigo.
Suas mãos me segurando para não tombar ou derrubar algo mais uma vez.
E mais uma vez também eu me sinto segura.
Por causa do sentimento diferente, com suas dezenas de formas tão distintas,
mas que em união montaram uma muralha dentro de mim,
que eu acredito com fé que o tempo não poderá desgastar.
Sou tão exagerada, meu Amor, é tudo tão sincero quando eu digo.
É que o exagero do que eu tenho por ti, não me deixa usar palavras pequenas para dizer.
Eu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;repito&lt;/span&gt; frases, assassino a gramática tantas vezes tentando explicar.
Eu sou insistente com meus textos sobre você.
Eu era solidão, inverno, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;marrom&lt;/span&gt;...
Eu era silêncio, cansaço e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;admiração&lt;/span&gt;.
Sou presença que pretende ficar,
sou saudade que não sabe sumir,
sou vontade de sorrir e tenho o calor do verão.
Meu rosto é corado, bronzeado está o meu corpo,
e falo tanto que eu me peço para calar.
Sua culpa meu Amor, que me deixou enxergar que a vida é melhor quando você está.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Se são só palavras, claro que não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Mas eu tenho para mim que só os momentos poderão nos definir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Infinitos momentos com você.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-6675924698877235998?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/6675924698877235998/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=6675924698877235998' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/6675924698877235998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/6675924698877235998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2008/11/palavras-apenas-palavras-sinceras.html' title='Palavras, apenas palavras, SINCERAS. Palavras, MOMENTOS.'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-4781161624333880451</id><published>2008-11-02T16:34:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T15:21:00.655-02:00</updated><title type='text'>FDS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SQ30MDSdGvI/AAAAAAAAAU8/DG8KYOk1ivU/s1600-h/FSCN9453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264132027344296690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SQ30MDSdGvI/AAAAAAAAAU8/DG8KYOk1ivU/s400/FSCN9453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;TE AMOOOOO !!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SQ3z6a3votI/AAAAAAAAAU0/vEvJUDWHbnU/s1600-h/DSCN9452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264131724437070546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SQ3z6a3votI/AAAAAAAAAU0/vEvJUDWHbnU/s400/DSCN9452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
TE AMO TE AMO TE AMO TE AMO TE AMO TE AMO TE AMO TE AMO TE AMO .. MAIS UMA VEZ EU VOU FALAR .. VOU REPETIR, EU VOU GRITAR..&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; TE AMO !&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Escrevo sim, mas não é para quem lê, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;não é para quem avalia a gramática,
muito menos para quem tem curiosidades.

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Escrevo porque é o momento em que me distraio e me encontro. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;É quando todas as letras se transformam num manual de viver.
Elas vão se enfileirando, se arrumando, fazendo das linhas caminhos
que eu posso seguir sem medo, pois minhas mãos construiram.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;São como portas quando eu me encontro sem saída,
e são janelas que trazem luz quando não posso ver.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Elas organizam meu pensamentos em fila indiana.
Elas evitam que eles escapem e nunca mais voltem.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Todas as coisas, podem ser escritas sem excessão. Isso faz de mim alguém mais livre.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E tudo que for escrito, pode ser lido, e falado.
Isso faz de mim, alguém com VOZ.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Descobrir a escrita foi descobrir a capacidade de ser humano ..
Porque com os textos, nossas memórias são passadas a diante,
nossos sonhos poderão virar sonhos de outras pessoas,
e assim, compartilhando vida, levamos vida a qualquer lugar.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A palavra me fez uma pessoa melhor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A palavra me fez uma pessoa que além de olhar para dentro,
olha para fora.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Leia, escreva. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Principalmente para você.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-6835489279304636511?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/6835489279304636511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=6835489279304636511' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/6835489279304636511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/6835489279304636511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2008/10/palavra.html' title='A Palavra.'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SQo1befvUII/AAAAAAAAATQ/sR5hze3E9ZI/s72-c/196386.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831263262547131427.post-6727387444652205756</id><published>2008-10-28T21:02:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:31:55.185-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras e mais palavras.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;É bom ter assunto para escrever, além de problemas.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Bom mesmo é escrever sobre amor, amizade, paz, paciência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831263262547131427-6727387444652205756?l=tutamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/6727387444652205756/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831263262547131427&amp;postID=6727387444652205756' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/6727387444652205756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831263262547131427/posts/default/6727387444652205756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutamedeiros.blogspot.com/2008/10/palavras-e-mais-palavras.html' title='Palavras e mais palavras.'/><author><name>Tuta Medeiros.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190408313257667870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_um2V8aF0gD0/SP5rzgcs6AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dQzsW8QK_AU/S220/lindonaa+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
