<?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-6583602530067747967</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:02:46.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meninas &amp; Meninas</title><subtitle type='html'>Blog Dedicado à Mulheres que Amam outras Mulheres...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-8604949254419154108</id><published>2011-05-03T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T09:52:26.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMORES ETERNOS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OEGoVqXFAWw/TcAytIF5zFI/AAAAAAAAAi0/4L_9dYZhaJU/s1600/3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602533687296642130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OEGoVqXFAWw/TcAytIF5zFI/AAAAAAAAAi0/4L_9dYZhaJU/s320/3.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Amores eternos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu acredito em amores eternos, daqueles que acompanham a gente pela vida inteira, como se tempo e amor se fundissem num só elemento, tornando-se imutáveis, indestrutíveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu acredito em amores eternos, daqueles que vão com você para qualquer lugar, não importando o quão distante você esteja, por que a pessoa amada reside em seu próprio coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acredito em amores eternos e sublimes, capazes de reconsiderar tudo, com suavidade, ternura e perdão.Acredito, sim, em amores para toda a vida, e além da vida, pois seria um tipo de amor unido à própria alma, e sem alma a vida não tem razão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amores eternos existem sim, e superam qualquer coisa, mesmo quando ninguém mais acredita neles, eles continuam sempre à espreita, esperando apenas um olhar, um retorno, uma reconciliação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augusto Branco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-8604949254419154108?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' 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/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;CANTO A MIM MESMO&lt;br /&gt;(fragmentos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com música forte eu venho,&lt;br /&gt;com minhas cornetas e meus tambores:&lt;br /&gt;não toco hinos&lt;br /&gt;só para os vencedores consagrados,&lt;br /&gt;toco hinos também&lt;br /&gt;para as pessoas batidas e assassinadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocês já ouviram dizer&lt;br /&gt;que ganhar o dia é bom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu digo que é bom também perder:&lt;br /&gt;batalhas são perdidas&lt;br /&gt;com o mesmo espírito&lt;br /&gt;com que são ganhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu rufo e bato o tambor pelos mortos&lt;br /&gt;e sopro nas minhas embocaduras&lt;br /&gt;o que de mais alto e mais jubiloso&lt;br /&gt;posso por eles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivas àqueles que levaram a pior!&lt;br /&gt;E àqueles cujos navios de guerra&lt;br /&gt;afundaram no mar!&lt;br /&gt;E a todos os generais&lt;br /&gt;das estratégias perdidas,&lt;br /&gt;que foram todos heróis!&lt;br /&gt;E ao sem número dos heróis maiores&lt;br /&gt;que se conhecem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem é que vai por aí&lt;br /&gt;aflito, místico, nu?&lt;br /&gt;Como é que eu tiro energia&lt;br /&gt;da carne de boi que como?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é um homem, enfim?&lt;br /&gt;O que é que eu sou?&lt;br /&gt;O que é que vocês são?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu digo que é meu,&lt;br /&gt;vocês podem dizer que é de vocês:&lt;br /&gt;de outro modo, escutar-me&lt;br /&gt;seria perder tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não ando pelo mundo a lastimar&lt;br /&gt;o que o mundo lastima em demasia:&lt;br /&gt;que os meses sejam de vácuo&lt;br /&gt;e o chão seja de lama&lt;br /&gt;e podridão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gemer e acovardar-se,&lt;br /&gt;cheio de pós para inválidos,&lt;br /&gt;o conformismo pode ficar bem&lt;br /&gt;para os de quarta categoria;&lt;br /&gt;eu ponho o meu chapéu como bem quero,&lt;br /&gt;dentro ou fora de portas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que iria eu rezar?&lt;br /&gt;Por que haveria eu de me curvar&lt;br /&gt;e fazer rapapés?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tendo até os estratos perquirido,&lt;br /&gt;analisado até um fio de cabelo,&lt;br /&gt;consultado doutores&lt;br /&gt;e feito os cálculos apropriados,&lt;br /&gt;eu não encontro gordura mais doce&lt;br /&gt;do que a inserida em meus próprios ossos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em toda pessoa eu vejo a mim mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;nem mais nem menos um grão de mostarda,&lt;br /&gt;e o bem ou mal que falo de mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;falo dela também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que sou sólido e são,&lt;br /&gt;para mim num permanente fluir&lt;br /&gt;convergem os objetos do universo;&lt;br /&gt;todos estão escritos para mim&lt;br /&gt;e eu tenho de saber o que significa&lt;br /&gt;o que está escrito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que sou imortal,&lt;br /&gt;sei que esta minha órbita não pode&lt;br /&gt;ser traçada&lt;br /&gt;pelo compasso de um carpinteiro qualquer.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não passarei&lt;br /&gt;assim que nem verruga de criança&lt;br /&gt;que à noite se remove&lt;br /&gt;com um alfinete flambado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que sou majestoso,&lt;br /&gt;não vou tirar a paz do meu espírito&lt;br /&gt;para mostrar quanto valho&lt;br /&gt;ou para ser compreendido:&lt;br /&gt;tenho visto que as leis elementares&lt;br /&gt;jamais pedem desculpas.&lt;br /&gt;(Eu reconheço que afinal de contas,&lt;br /&gt;não levo meu orgulho&lt;br /&gt;além do nível a que levo a minha casa.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existo como sou,&lt;br /&gt;isso é o que basta:&lt;br /&gt;se ninguém mais no mundo&lt;br /&gt;toma conhecimento,&lt;br /&gt;eu me sento contente;&lt;br /&gt;e se cada um e todos&lt;br /&gt;tomam conhecimento,&lt;br /&gt;eu contente me sento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe um mundo&lt;br /&gt;que toma conhecimento,&lt;br /&gt;e este é o maior para mim:&lt;br /&gt;o mundo de mim mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Se a mim mesmo eu chegar hoje,&lt;br /&gt;daqui a dez mil ou dez milhões de anos,&lt;br /&gt;posso alcançá-lo agora bem-disposto&lt;br /&gt;ou posso bem-disposto espetar mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O lugar de meus pés&lt;br /&gt;está lavrado e ajustado em granito:&lt;br /&gt;rio-me do que dizem ser dissolução&lt;br /&gt;– conheço bem a amplitude do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o poeta do Corpo&lt;br /&gt;e sou o poeta da alma,&lt;br /&gt;as delícias do céu&lt;br /&gt;estão em mim&lt;br /&gt;e os horrores do inferno&lt;br /&gt;estão em mim&lt;br /&gt;– o primeiro eu enxerto&lt;br /&gt;e amplio ao meu redor,&lt;br /&gt;o segundo eu traduzo&lt;br /&gt;em nova língua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o poeta da mulher&lt;br /&gt;tanto quanto o do homem&lt;br /&gt;e digo que tanta grandeza existe&lt;br /&gt;no ser mulher&lt;br /&gt;quanta no ser homem,&lt;br /&gt;e digo que não há nada maior&lt;br /&gt;do que uma mãe de homens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canto o cântico da expansão e orgulho:&lt;br /&gt;já temos tido o bastante&lt;br /&gt;em esquivanças e súplicas,&lt;br /&gt;eu mostro que tamanho&lt;br /&gt;nada mais é do que desenvolvimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;você já passou os outros,&lt;br /&gt;já chegou a Presidente?&lt;br /&gt;É pouco: até aí hão de chegar&lt;br /&gt;e irão ainda mais longe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou aquele que vai com a noite&lt;br /&gt;tenra e crescente,&lt;br /&gt;e invoco a terra e o mar&lt;br /&gt;que a noite leva pela metade.&lt;br /&gt;Aperte mais, noite de peito nu!&lt;br /&gt;Aperte mais, noite nutriz magnética!&lt;br /&gt;Noite dos ventos do sul,&lt;br /&gt;noite das poucas estrelas grandes!&lt;br /&gt;Noite silenciosa que me acena&lt;br /&gt;– alucinada noite nua de verão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorria, ó terra cheia de volúpia,&lt;br /&gt;de hálito frio!&lt;br /&gt;Terra das árvores líquidas e dormentes!&lt;br /&gt;Terra em que o sol se põe longe,&lt;br /&gt;terra dos montes cobertos de névoa!&lt;br /&gt;Terra do vítreo gotejar da lua cheia&lt;br /&gt;apenas tinta de azul!&lt;br /&gt;Terra do brilho e sombrio encontro&lt;br /&gt;nas enchentes do rio!&lt;br /&gt;Terra do cinza límpido das nuvens,&lt;br /&gt;por meu gosto mais claras e brilhantes!&lt;br /&gt;Terra que faz a curva bem distante,&lt;br /&gt;rica terra de macieiras em flor!&lt;br /&gt;Sorria: o seu amante vem chegando!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pródiga, amor você tem dado a mim:&lt;br /&gt;o que eu dou a você, por tanto, é amor&lt;br /&gt;– indizível e apaixonado amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Porque o Mundo precisa de Poesia, mas sem captação de verbas, por favor!!!)rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-3767597100710537074?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Ou seja, não tem pra onde correr, 300 reais para 2 pessoas (quase uma compra de mês) sai de nossos bolsos.&lt;br /&gt;Como diz Zé Ramalho.” VIDA DE GADO, POVO MARCADO POVO FELIZ!!! )&lt;/strong&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/6583602530067747967-3777382408174505818?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/3777382408174505818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=3777382408174505818' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/3777382408174505818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/3777382408174505818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-gasto-de-acordo-com-que-ganhopois-e.html' title='EU GASTO DE ACORDO COM QUE GANHO....POIS É ,VOTE NELE NA PRÓXIMA VEZ...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJcYy33AD1U/TbbGBthVPUI/AAAAAAAAAik/wln0IsgoNIY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-3545350136797812379</id><published>2011-04-26T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T05:39:15.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VALE A PENA CORRER ATRÁS DO AMOR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Q9lcgSMzGk/Tba8QCu-mqI/AAAAAAAAAiU/_vmSUNWVTmQ/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599870170479631010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Q9lcgSMzGk/Tba8QCu-mqI/AAAAAAAAAiU/_vmSUNWVTmQ/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEXTO/ AUTOR: BLOG CONFIÇOES SECRETAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;´´O amor é a capacidade de se unir ao outro, de se entregar tão completamente, tão inteiramente e tão despojadamente que um e outro tornam-se um só ser. A unidade surge do amor, quando duas pessoas se predispõem a juntar seus anseios, seus desejos, seus planos, seus medos, suas dores, seus defeitos, suas potencialidades, suas alegrias, suas conquistas e derrotas e todas as demais particularidades - externas e internas - de si mesmas para, desta forma, serem uma só. Mas, apesar dessa entrega e união total, apesar de, subjetivamente falando, tornarem-se uma só, continuam sendo sobretudo elas mesmas, reconhecendo e respeitando a sua individualidade, a sua indivisibilidade; percebendo exatamente os seus limites sem perder de vista, jamais, a individualidade do outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certamente, não é muito fácil sermos um e sermos dois ao mesmo tempo. Mas esta é a magia que o amor promove na vida das pessoas que estão dispostas a vivê-lo intensamente. Isso não significa que os medos e as dúvidas vão desaparecer ou se diluir pela força do amor. Esses são sentimentos que fazem parte da condição humana. O medo e a dúvida fazem parte do processo, de qualquer processo, de qualquer escolha, de qualquer comprometimento que fizermos ao longo de nossas vidas. Mas podem se tornar menores que o amor quando reconhecemos que os sentimos e, principalmente, quando podemos compartilhá-los com a pessoa amada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É exatamente no momento em que conseguimos falar sobre nosso medo, expor nossas dúvidas e admitir nossas limitações que nos tornamos um só! Não há um momento predeterminado ou especial para nos tornarmos um só. No amor, devemos nos unir com o outro sempre, todos os dias, a todo momento. Nós nos tornamos um só no instante em que respeitamos a opinião do outro (mesmo sendo diferente da nossa); no exato momento em que perdoamos um erro do outro, quando enxergamos uma qualidade e, sobretudo, expressamos essa percepção; são nos pequenos detalhes, nos menores gestos que nos tornamos um só, que nos unimos ao ser do outro com tal consciência e tanto amor que ainda somos nós mesmos, mas de uma forma mais inteira, mais forte, mais válida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja precisamente neste ponto que possamos falar sobre a tão famosa expressão alma gêmea. Estou me referindo à nossa metade. Se temos uma metade que deve nos completar, significa que, em princípio, somos somente a metade do que podemos ser. No momento em que nos entregamos ao outro e unimos nossa metade com a metade que ele também é, finalmente podemos ser inteiros, totais. É neste momento que a força do amor ganha sentido e proporção, fazendo-nos compreender que é somente por meio desse sentimento que podemos nos tornar 100%, unidos com a metade que nos faltava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É por isso que acredito que o amor é o melhor caminho para a evolução. Não é fácil. Poeticamente falando, o amor é raro, é difícil, exige demais! Mas é sobretudo inestimavelmente valioso. Acredite: é compreensível que muitos desistam do amor intenso, do amor total. É compreensível que a maioria de nós passe boa parte da vida vivendo o amor com tantas ressalvas, com tantos senão e depende. Mas é preciso que não desistamos. Quando vivemos o amor da melhor maneira que podemos, conseguimos atingir o nosso máximo e descobrir que a nossa capacidade pode ser ampliada, pode ser maximizada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creio que a experiência do amor total seja absolutamente humana, repleta de imperfeições e recomeços, mas creio também que basta acreditarmos na existência do amor pleno para que ele comece a existir. Basta que tentemos, genuinamente, nos entregar inteiramente ao outro, confiando, sendo verdadeiros, apostando e investindo na felicidade que se cria e recria um dia após o outro para que o amor aconteça em toda a sua plenitude.&lt;br /&gt;Convido você, então, a compartilhar comigo a maravilhosa experiência que pode ser o amor``&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;TEXTO/ AUTOR: BLOG CONFIÇOES SECRETAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-3545350136797812379?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/3545350136797812379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=3545350136797812379' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/3545350136797812379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/3545350136797812379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2011/04/vale-pena-correr-atras-do-amor.html' title='VALE A PENA CORRER ATRÁS DO AMOR...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Q9lcgSMzGk/Tba8QCu-mqI/AAAAAAAAAiU/_vmSUNWVTmQ/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-6768757637951253775</id><published>2011-04-15T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T04:57:31.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMOR CONTÍNUO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MWHpJhoAivw/TagxZ53Xy2I/AAAAAAAAAiM/59RPTER36eU/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595776858107399010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MWHpJhoAivw/TagxZ53Xy2I/AAAAAAAAAiM/59RPTER36eU/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Amor Contínuo........ Ame seus pais e seus irmãos. Eles são a base de sua vida, seu chão e que com certeza irão sempre te ajudar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ame suas tias e tios, porque foram eles que por muitas vezes zelaram seu sono, quando você era apenas uma criança. Eu sei, você não se lembra! Mas você só vai entender o amor dos tios, depois que seu primeiro sobrinho nascer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Então, não perca tempo. Ame seus primos e amigos por mais que eles sejam completamente diferentes de ti. Aceite-os. Aceite-se. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Todo mundo tem defeitos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E por falar neles - nos defeitos -, ame sua barriga, suas celulites e as tais estrias. Elas indicam que sua vida está repleta de prazeres gastronômicos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ame também seus quilos a mais, porque se eles não existissem você jamais poderia comemorar a vitória de um dia perdê-los. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ame seu cabelo do jeitinho que ele é. E o seu armário... Mude. Completamente. Doe. Experimente coisas novas, outras cores. Calças largas e calcinhas/cuecas de algodão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E não troque seu velho pijama por nada nesse mundo. Ele é o seu companheiro de sonhos. E é com aquele tênis feio e fora de moda, com o formato exato dos seus pés, que eu acho que você deve sair para caminhar todas as manhãs. Pra amar as coisas que estão do lado de fora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tarefa difícil. Respire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;No fundo, procure outra pessoa para amar um tanto, que dê até vontade de se casar com ela. Namore. E não se preocupe com o tempo que a paixão vai durar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Se gostem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Se assumam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Se curtam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Se abracem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Beijos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Viagens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E saiam para dançar sempre! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tomem café da manhã juntos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Fiquem o domingo inteiro na cama, enquanto o mundo despenca numa chuva fria e fina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E quando você achar que já amou demais nessa vida, tenha filhos. Se não conseguir, adote. Dizem que não há amor maior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E eles vão crescer, amando você e muitas outras coisas e pessoas. Com sorte, você terá netos. E dos seus netos, receberá mais tarde com muito orgulho, o amor dos bisnetos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pois, o nosso amor é contínuo... É para sempre. É INFINITO! Amar sempre vale à pena! O destino decide quem vamos encontrar na vida. As atitudes decidem quem fica! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-6768757637951253775?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/6768757637951253775/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=6768757637951253775' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/6768757637951253775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/6768757637951253775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2011/04/amor-continuo.html' title='AMOR CONTÍNUO...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MWHpJhoAivw/TagxZ53Xy2I/AAAAAAAAAiM/59RPTER36eU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-7065072138285352345</id><published>2011-04-14T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T07:15:57.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CURTA: EU NÃO QUERO VOLTAR SOZINHO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" height="199" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1Wav5KjBHbI" frameborder="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;A mais bela e singela forma de amor mostrada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-7065072138285352345?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/7065072138285352345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=7065072138285352345' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/7065072138285352345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/7065072138285352345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2011/04/curta-eu-nao-quero-voltar-sozinho.html' title='CURTA: EU NÃO QUERO VOLTAR SOZINHO...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1Wav5KjBHbI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-6123810550842925889</id><published>2011-04-14T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T03:51:02.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EU SOU GAY...PARTICIPE DESTA CAMPANHA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEXTO PELO AMIGO PAULO BRACCINI - BLOG: Enfim! é o que tem pra hoje...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adriele Camacho de Almeida, 16 anos, foi encontrada morta na pequena cidade de Tarumã, Goiás, no último dia 6. O fazendeiro Cláudio Roberto de Assis, 36 anos, e seus dois filhos, um de 17 e outro de 13 anos, estão detidos e são acusados do assassinato. Segundo o delegado, o crime é de homofobia. Adriele era namorada da filha do fazendeiro que nunca admitiu o relacionamento das duas. E ainda que essa suspeita não se prove verdade, é preciso dizer algo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu conhecia Adriele Camacho de Almeida. E você conhecia também. Porque Adriele somos nós. Assim, com sua morte, morremos um pouco. A menina que aos 16 anos foi, segundo testemunhas, ameaçada de morte e assassinada por namorar uma outra menina, é aquela carta de amor que você teve vergonha de entregar, é o sorriso discreto que veio depois daquele olhar cruzado, é o telefonema que não queríamos desligar. É cada vez mais difícil acreditar, mas tudo indica que Adriele foi vítima de um crime de ódio porque, vulnerável como todos nós, estava amando.&lt;br /&gt;Sem conseguir entender mais nada depois de uma semana de “Bolsonaros”, me perguntei o que era possível ser feito. O que, se Adriele e tantos outros já morreram? Sim, porque estamos falando de um país que acaba de registrar um aumento de mais de 30% em assassinatos de homossexuais, entre gays, lésbicas e travestis.&lt;br /&gt;E me ocorreu que, nessa ideia de que também morremos um pouco quando os nossos se vão, todos, eu, você, pais, filhos e amigos podemos e devemos ser gays. Porque a afirmação de ser gay já deixou de ser uma questão de orientação sexual.&lt;br /&gt;Ser gay é uma questão de posicionamento e atitude diante desse mundo tão miseravelmente cheio de raiva.&lt;br /&gt;Ser gay é ter o seu direito negado. É ser interrompido. Quantos de nós não nos reconhecemos assim?&lt;br /&gt;Quero então compartilhar essa ideia com todos.&lt;br /&gt;Sejamos gays.&lt;br /&gt;Independente de idade, sexo, cor, religião e, sobretudo, independente de orientação sexual, é hora de passar a seguinte mensagem pra fora da janela: #EUSOUGAY&lt;br /&gt;Para que sejamos vistos e ouvidos é simples:&lt;br /&gt;1) Basta que cada um de vocês, sozinhos ou acompanhados da família, namorado, namorada, marido, mulher, amigo, amiga, presidente, presidenta, tirem uma foto com um cartaz, folha, post-it, o que for mais conveniente, com a seguinte mensagem estampada: #EUSOUGAY&lt;br /&gt;2) Enviar essa foto para o mail projetoeusougay@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;3) E só&lt;br /&gt;Todas essas imagens serão usadas em uma vídeo-montagem será divulgada pelo You Tube e, se tudo der certo, por festivais, fóruns, palestras, mesas-redondas e no monitor de várias pessoas que tomam a todos nós que amamos por seres invisíveis.&lt;br /&gt;A edição desse vídeo será feita pelo Daniel Ribeiro, diretor de curtas que, além de lindos de morrer, são super premiados: Café com Leite e Eu Não Quero Voltar Sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto à minha pessoa, me chamo Carol Almeida, sou jornalista e espero por um mundo melhor, sempre.&lt;br /&gt;As fotos podem ser enviadas até o dia 1º de maio.&lt;br /&gt;Como diria uma canção de ninar da banda Belle &amp;amp; Sebastian: ”Faça algo bonito enquanto você pode. Não adormeça.” Não vamos adormecer. Vamos acordar. Acordar Adriele.&lt;br /&gt;Convido a todos os blogueiros de plantão a dar um Ctrl C + Ctrl V neste texto e saírem replicando essa iniciativa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sou Carol Almeida, mas aceitei o convite. Me chamo Paulo Braccini e, literalmente, assino embaixo e já estou participando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulo Braccini&lt;br /&gt;enfim! é o que tem pra hoje...&lt;/strong&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/6583602530067747967-6123810550842925889?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/6123810550842925889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=6123810550842925889' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/6123810550842925889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/6123810550842925889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-sou-gayparticipe-desta-campanha.html' title='EU SOU GAY...PARTICIPE DESTA CAMPANHA...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-7121006009709697534</id><published>2011-03-04T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T07:44:23.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I NEED YOU NOW...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ERCL4HeLc7o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ERCL4HeLc7o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-7121006009709697534?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/7121006009709697534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=7121006009709697534' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/7121006009709697534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/7121006009709697534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-need-you-now.html' title='I NEED YOU NOW...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-1390294338729872926</id><published>2011-03-04T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T04:14:58.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FELICIDADE DOCE CONQUISTA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jwis-IoWD8g/TXDXaQI03xI/AAAAAAAAAiE/-j3NFDgCl20/s1600/felicidade_1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580196784320601874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jwis-IoWD8g/TXDXaQI03xI/AAAAAAAAAiE/-j3NFDgCl20/s320/felicidade_1_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;O Sabor da felicidade só vem quando você se permite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Se permite ser Forte, se permite Enfrentar, Correr,Abraçar, se permite ser Feliz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;A conquista da Felicidade nunca me pareceu tão infinitamente doce, tão infinitamente gostosa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ahhhh Felicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Abrir os braços e encarar, saber que é o momento de ser feliz...De ser ser ilimitadamente Feliz!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Quero e posso ser feliz, é esta meta de todos os dias, como um mantra incansável...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Olhe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;pra trás e diga que o esforço , valeu a pena....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ser feliz, uma questão de conquista e escolha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Escolhi ser feliz...e ninguém me seguraaaa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ser Feliz é uma arte, requer uma boa dose de trabalho e muita, mas, muita vontade....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Acordamos com um pensamento um dia e no outro este pensamento pode ser completamente diferente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mas é preciso enxergar as coisas como realmente são, sem medos e sem neuras, para encarar a Felicidade....Conscientes sempre, de que tudo passa brevemente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Então tenha força pra ser Feliz e correr atrás do sonho, sem desistir nunca...Não desisto de mim nunca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Um dia percebe - se que todo o caminho percorrido, por mais duro que seja, valeu mais , muito mais....,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E no fim , a Felicidade é apenas uma Doce ...a mais doce Conquista...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Perceber a nossa finitude e que cada momento, cada instante, cada sorriso valem ainda mais .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Quer um pedaço.... Corraaa...Boraaaaaaa Ser Feliz Comigo.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-1390294338729872926?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/1390294338729872926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=1390294338729872926' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/1390294338729872926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/1390294338729872926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2011/03/felicidade-doce-conquista.html' title='FELICIDADE DOCE CONQUISTA...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jwis-IoWD8g/TXDXaQI03xI/AAAAAAAAAiE/-j3NFDgCl20/s72-c/felicidade_1_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-1850167489015451449</id><published>2011-02-24T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T08:12:11.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O AMOR....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ANtsEzCP1AQ/TWaC8gC_6YI/AAAAAAAAAh8/57-_mHxcbG0/s1600/amor%2Be%2Bodio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577289164451211650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ANtsEzCP1AQ/TWaC8gC_6YI/AAAAAAAAAh8/57-_mHxcbG0/s320/amor%2Be%2Bodio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há amores que seguem com o vento, uma brisa , leve brisa que se esvai...&lt;br /&gt;E há o tempo frio, maré alta e você se esquece e deixa de olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Só que novamente surgiu....&lt;br /&gt;O Sol...&lt;br /&gt;E ela chega...em seu Olhar , o Acalento ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em suas Mãos Meu Coração...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Amo Você...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ju &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Amor é paciente, é bondoso; o amor não arde em ciúmes, não se orgulha, não é soberbo, não se porta com indecência, não busca seus próprios interesses, não se irrita, não suspeita mal. Não se alegra com a injustiça, mas se alegra com a verdade; tudo tolera, tudo crê, tudo espera, tudo suporta"&lt;br /&gt;( 1 Corintíos 13: 4-7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/6583602530067747967-1850167489015451449?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/1850167489015451449/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=1850167489015451449' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/1850167489015451449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/1850167489015451449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2011/02/ha-amores-que-seguem-com-o-vento-uma.html' title='O AMOR....'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ANtsEzCP1AQ/TWaC8gC_6YI/AAAAAAAAAh8/57-_mHxcbG0/s72-c/amor%2Be%2Bodio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-7000578750350931980</id><published>2011-02-24T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T07:26:13.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAUDADES MASTER....</title><content type='html'>Aissss lembrei da senha que Saudades master de todos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-7000578750350931980?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/7000578750350931980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=7000578750350931980' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/7000578750350931980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/7000578750350931980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2011/02/saudades-master.html' title='SAUDADES MASTER....'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-4243943275180558568</id><published>2010-10-25T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T11:29:29.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POR INTEIRO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TMXMHUC5D1I/AAAAAAAAAhk/BowJLowZEiA/s1600/5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532052143306510162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TMXMHUC5D1I/AAAAAAAAAhk/BowJLowZEiA/s320/5.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hoje acordei inteira.&lt;br /&gt;Migalhas? Pedaços?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, obrigada. Não gosto de nada que seja metade.&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto de meio termo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto dos extremos.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto do frio. Gosto do quente.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto dos dedinhos dos pés congelados ou do calor que me faz suar o cabelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto do morno. Não gosto de temperatura-ambiente.&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade eu quero tudo. Ou quero nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por favor, nada de pouco quando o mundo é meu.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei sentir em doses homeopáticas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre fui daquelas que escutam "eu te amo" primeiro.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre fui daquelas que vão embora sem olhar pra trás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre dei a cara à tapa. Sempre preferi o certo ao duvidoso.&lt;br /&gt;Quero que se alguém estiver comigo, que esteja.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que seja só naquele momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que mude de idéia no dia seguinte ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-4243943275180558568?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/4243943275180558568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=4243943275180558568' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/4243943275180558568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/4243943275180558568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2010/10/por-inteiro.html' title='POR INTEIRO...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TMXMHUC5D1I/AAAAAAAAAhk/BowJLowZEiA/s72-c/5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-2448435909237323404</id><published>2010-10-25T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T04:50:37.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UMA DOSE DE XAROPE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TMVrPNUI29I/AAAAAAAAAhc/Hb2uc43xap4/s1600/fig+hommer+simpson+tampando+ouvidos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531945626310859730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TMVrPNUI29I/AAAAAAAAAhc/Hb2uc43xap4/s320/fig+hommer+simpson+tampando+ouvidos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Estou em uma quietude abusiva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Falar...sempre falei pouco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ouvir sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ouvir a tudo e a todos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Estou de ouvidos tapados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tapados mesmo...expressâo Correta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Porque é tanta coisa sem sentido que ouço e nao consigo assimilar mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Pessoas , TV, Radio, Noticários e a mesma bagunça de sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tudo completamente bagunçado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Que a cabeça fica assim um tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Xaropeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;E nem sei porque...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Cansei do som...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Surtei....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Muita burrice (alheia) pra pouca paciência...(minha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Escutando só o que quero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Faz bem às vezes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;(kkkkkkk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-2448435909237323404?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/2448435909237323404/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=2448435909237323404' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/2448435909237323404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/2448435909237323404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2010/10/silencio.html' title='UMA DOSE DE XAROPE...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TMVrPNUI29I/AAAAAAAAAhc/Hb2uc43xap4/s72-c/fig+hommer+simpson+tampando+ouvidos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-8660690574543103219</id><published>2010-10-25T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T03:04:52.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VERSOS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TMVV9dt5pSI/AAAAAAAAAhU/iaYDNKwmCy8/s1600/AMOR__~1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531922231732053282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TMVV9dt5pSI/AAAAAAAAAhU/iaYDNKwmCy8/s320/AMOR__~1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Há tanto pra se falar de amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Traço meus versos em uma folha de papel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Há tanto pra se amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Saudades e prosas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Vontade e mãos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Brisa calma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;E o tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Vontade do teu beijo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Saudades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ainda falo de amor,,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Traço ainda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Todos aqueles pequenos versos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sem me perder ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Nas correntes do tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Há tanto ainda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Tantos versos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Para saber Amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-8660690574543103219?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/8660690574543103219/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=8660690574543103219' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/8660690574543103219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/8660690574543103219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2010/10/ha-tanto-pra-se-falar-de-amor.html' title='VERSOS...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TMVV9dt5pSI/AAAAAAAAAhU/iaYDNKwmCy8/s72-c/AMOR__~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-1931452885630391993</id><published>2010-10-14T04:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T04:09:19.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HUMOR....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TLbjvfvpeMI/AAAAAAAAAhM/HSVT7MLWBxY/s1600/blg-pd-pl-humor-politica-dilma-e-lula-se-eu-fosse-voce-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527855997758568642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TLbjvfvpeMI/AAAAAAAAAhM/HSVT7MLWBxY/s320/blg-pd-pl-humor-politica-dilma-e-lula-se-eu-fosse-voce-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TLbjqpZFW_I/AAAAAAAAAhE/LyS-Jtbt7MQ/s1600/Piadinha.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 345px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527855914448935922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TLbjqpZFW_I/AAAAAAAAAhE/LyS-Jtbt7MQ/s320/Piadinha.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-1931452885630391993?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/1931452885630391993/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=1931452885630391993' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/1931452885630391993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/1931452885630391993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2010/10/humor.html' title='HUMOR....'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TLbjvfvpeMI/AAAAAAAAAhM/HSVT7MLWBxY/s72-c/blg-pd-pl-humor-politica-dilma-e-lula-se-eu-fosse-voce-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-6545078528922313510</id><published>2010-10-13T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T04:39:16.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UMA FOLHA NO VENTO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TLWaDEE7MYI/AAAAAAAAAg8/6uKvmQ2IWps/s1600/folhas-ao-vento-aa4e3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527493495091835266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TLWaDEE7MYI/AAAAAAAAAg8/6uKvmQ2IWps/s320/folhas-ao-vento-aa4e3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O vento sopra algumas folhas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;As folhas percorrem sem rumo, correm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Soltas por ai....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Assim como os corações soltos por aí...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sem rumo e sem destino...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Procuro um vento que me sopre para o rumo certo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Aqui ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ali...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me leva assim como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Uma folha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;No vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me leva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Rumo Certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;De um coração tão incerto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/6583602530067747967-6545078528922313510?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/6545078528922313510/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=6545078528922313510' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/6545078528922313510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/6545078528922313510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2010/10/uma-folha-no-vento.html' title='UMA FOLHA NO VENTO...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TLWaDEE7MYI/AAAAAAAAAg8/6uKvmQ2IWps/s72-c/folhas-ao-vento-aa4e3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-4839324164778666526</id><published>2010-10-05T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T06:56:43.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INDIGNAÇÃO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TKsuAQV9juI/AAAAAAAAAg0/s9_NssZOLIU/s1600/t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524559949822004962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TKsuAQV9juI/AAAAAAAAAg0/s9_NssZOLIU/s320/t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Nada contra aos mais de 1 milhão de votos ao Sr, vulgo Tiririca, mas penso, sinceramente, para onde estamos caminhando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Romários, Leandros, Kikos e mulheres Pêras...vejo isto no futuro do meu país...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Pense, em uma escola de ensino público, pensou, eles produzem você para ser Ignorante...A massa ignorante é de fato mais satisfatória..Eles quem? Todos eles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Revolta sim, estudei 05 anos, dedicação, melhores notas, cumpro meu objetivo, tenho que pagar R$ 200,00 em uma inscrição da OAB, a qual deveria ser gratuita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Vejo filhos de banqueiros, políticos, adquirindo a OAB fácil , fácil, em denúncias na TV. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Paga - se : R$ 30.000,00 e já está la dentro, frequente um bom cursinho que lhe dê o gabarito...rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Pago R$ 50,00, R$ 100,00, R$ 200,00 e uma inscrição para um Concurso Público, lembramos que já ha vagas destinadas e coloque muitos cargos de confiança lá dentro ...rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Passo no concurso, trabalho, recebo R$ 2.000,00 à R$ 4.000,00, com muita sorte e muito jogo de cintura chego a um salário razoavelmente maior, claro, isso se passar lá naquele concurso público inicial morri de rir aqui... Esqueço!!! ó ... Algumas vagas estão prontamente garantidas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ahhh que isso Xuxu... Vamos... deixar umas 30 pessoas passar para não ficar feio - Vide Concurso Público... ( 30 de 8.000 - 100 de 20.000 inscritos).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Estudo muito , trabalho muito e no entanto, alguém que não sabe nem ler e nem esrever , ou sabe ler e escrever e não sabe o significado de Plenário, Constituição, está lá, fácil, fácil, não comparece, não trabalha, fácil assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;E pra que tem uama formação, sabe ler, sabe escrever, é mais roubar do que colocar em prática, a moral, ética, licitude, conceitos que aprendi a minha vida inteira, mas, que balançam bem aqui dentro quando vejo tantos oportunistas se dando bem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;........ ( Páro para respirar e retomar)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Pois é vou continuar estudando, trabalhando e quem sabe um dia se eu dançar o Than, com o útero à mostra...eu chego lá....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Parabéns Tiririca, Você é o cara....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Estudar, Formação, pra quê???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Florentinaaa me salve!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Juliane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-4839324164778666526?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/4839324164778666526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=4839324164778666526' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/4839324164778666526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/4839324164778666526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2010/10/indignacao.html' title='INDIGNAÇÃO...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TKsuAQV9juI/AAAAAAAAAg0/s9_NssZOLIU/s72-c/t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-9043544813467587575</id><published>2010-10-05T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T06:35:36.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUE PAÍS É ESSE???? 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522659143675410194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TKRtOxpV9xI/AAAAAAAAAgk/WwOYLYzy7kg/s320/_resized_music.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Nunca pensei entrar no mérito, definir o que é bom ou não, mas , sei o que é bom pra mim....&lt;br /&gt;Música pra mim tem que ser boa e ponto.&lt;br /&gt;Nada contra a nova onda de Hori, Cine , Restart... Mas , o que é isso, meu Deus do Céu???&lt;br /&gt;Vejo minha sobrinha adolescentérrima assistindo um clipe, as cores, as letras e o péssimo gosto musical chamam minha atenção....&lt;br /&gt;B...o que é isso ...Ahhh Ju é Restart, sento no sofá e só consigo dizer, você gosta disso?&lt;br /&gt;B responde...Sim... É dez ( No pensamento vem um ...Affff)&lt;br /&gt;Tá bom , meninos bonitinhos, calças apertadinhas, coloridas, cabelos estilo emótico, tchucos, tchucos... tchuquinhos vá...&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se estou ficando ranheta , velha, mas , sou do tempo que nos auges dos meus 14 anos, gostava de Marisa....Segue o Seco, Titãs, Cazuza, um pouco de Nana, um bom som do Paralamas, Renato, Kid Abelha; não que eles sejam bons para os outros também ( ah vai você concorda comigo vai...são realmente bons), tá gostava de Nina Simone,tudo bem , tudo bem sempre fui fora dos padrões e gostava dos hits do auge dos anos 80 e 90.......&lt;br /&gt;Porque música era boa.... tinha um contexto, uma melodia, aquela coisinha sabe....&lt;br /&gt;Nunca gostei muito de estilos : ´´E hoje sei (Eu tentei)E hoje sei, sei, sei (Vou te amar)E hoje sei (Voltar mais)E hoje sei, sei, sei...E hoje sei, sei , sei ...Restart, Hori, sei lá o que ...Páaaara!!!!! kkkkkkkkk ( morri...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Será que estou ficando velha , cafona, no auge dos meus 27 anos...não sei,só que múscica pra mim ainda tem que ser boa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Enquanto isso sobrinhas e sobrinhos, curtem coloridas calças , no que hoje dizem ser boa Música...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ah prefiro minha cafonice toda......kkkkkkkkkkk Não `` tô `` pra isso não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Fui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ju&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-5642339764300931736?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/5642339764300931736/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=5642339764300931736' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/5642339764300931736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/5642339764300931736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2010/09/musica-tem-que-ser-boa.html' title='MÚSICA TEM QUE SER BOA...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TKRtOxpV9xI/AAAAAAAAAgk/WwOYLYzy7kg/s72-c/_resized_music.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-5723735089324819531</id><published>2010-09-27T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T09:46:20.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AS COISAS QUE SINTO, QUE SOU...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TKDIW3hOb-I/AAAAAAAAAgc/le-1_oEBXnc/s1600/2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521633438342213602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TKDIW3hOb-I/AAAAAAAAAgc/le-1_oEBXnc/s320/2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;As coisas que sinto, que sou, difícil colocar numa folha de papel, difícil descrever quem sou e o que faz parte de mim....&lt;br /&gt;Descrevo meus sentidos e sentimentos num pedaço de folha, talvez este pedaço de folha não caiba muito do que tenho aqui dentro...&lt;br /&gt;Mas , escrevo uma parte de tudo e do muito que possuo...&lt;br /&gt;Amar não é fácil, se deixar amar , exige cuidado , um grande cuidado com este órgão tão poderoso chamado Coração....&lt;br /&gt;Se sofremos, fechamos portas e janelas...&lt;br /&gt;Bem, eu fechei todas as portas e janelas, por algum tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Não acreditei...neste sentimento Amor...&lt;br /&gt;Você abriu portas e janelas...&lt;br /&gt;me fez ser o que sou...&lt;br /&gt;Só Amor...&lt;br /&gt;As coisas que sinto e que sou...&lt;br /&gt;Tornou - se aqui em meu peito...&lt;br /&gt;O Meu Amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;( Para Anne)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-5723735089324819531?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/5723735089324819531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=5723735089324819531' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/5723735089324819531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/5723735089324819531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-coisas-que-sinto-que-sou-dificil.html' title='AS COISAS QUE SINTO, QUE SOU...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TKDIW3hOb-I/AAAAAAAAAgc/le-1_oEBXnc/s72-c/2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-3658844519103393660</id><published>2010-09-27T09:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T09:31:28.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TKDGyUfFBxI/AAAAAAAAAgM/dZ_XIIR-iDk/s1600/1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TKDGyUfFBxI/AAAAAAAAAgM/dZ_XIIR-iDk/s320/1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521631710951048978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-3658844519103393660?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/3658844519103393660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=3658844519103393660' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/3658844519103393660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/3658844519103393660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TKDGyUfFBxI/AAAAAAAAAgM/dZ_XIIR-iDk/s72-c/1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-8711250206127883051</id><published>2010-09-27T04:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T04:44:08.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AR NOTURNO....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TKCDXJ1i3dI/AAAAAAAAAgE/K_bCUPPwdnI/s1600/gotica028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521557576956960210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TKCDXJ1i3dI/AAAAAAAAAgE/K_bCUPPwdnI/s320/gotica028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;AR DE NOTURNO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho muito medo&lt;br /&gt;das folhas mortas,&lt;br /&gt;medo dos prados&lt;br /&gt;cheios de orvalho.&lt;br /&gt;eu vou dormir;&lt;br /&gt;se não me despertas,&lt;br /&gt;deixarei a teu lado meu coração frio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é isso que soa&lt;br /&gt;bem longe ?&lt;br /&gt;Amor. O vento nas vidraças,&lt;br /&gt;amor meu !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pus em ti colares&lt;br /&gt;com gemas de aurora.&lt;br /&gt;Por que me abandonas&lt;br /&gt;neste caminho ?&lt;br /&gt;Se vais muito longe,&lt;br /&gt;meu pássaro chora&lt;br /&gt;e a verde vinha&lt;br /&gt;não dará seu vinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é isso que soa&lt;br /&gt;bem longe ?&lt;br /&gt;Amor. O vento nas vidraças,&lt;br /&gt;amor meu !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca saberás,&lt;br /&gt;esfinge de neve,&lt;br /&gt;o muito que eu&lt;br /&gt;haveria de te querer&lt;br /&gt;essas madrugadas&lt;br /&gt;quando chove&lt;br /&gt;e no ramo seco&lt;br /&gt;se desfaz o ninho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é isso que soa&lt;br /&gt;bem longe ?&lt;br /&gt;Amor. O vento nas vidraças,&lt;br /&gt;amor meu !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;( Federico Garcia Lorca)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-8711250206127883051?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/8711250206127883051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=8711250206127883051' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/8711250206127883051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/8711250206127883051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2010/09/ar-noturno.html' title='AR NOTURNO....'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TKCDXJ1i3dI/AAAAAAAAAgE/K_bCUPPwdnI/s72-c/gotica028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-8430026553734495452</id><published>2010-09-21T11:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T11:48:23.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NÓS DUAS...UMA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TJj9GaH91-I/AAAAAAAAAf8/mpeM_vuK8V8/s1600/desejo+gotico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519439629876320226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TJj9GaH91-I/AAAAAAAAAf8/mpeM_vuK8V8/s320/desejo+gotico.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Certamente não entendo como o balanço do vento me traz você....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Você em meus pensamentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Talvez por ser vento sútil que toca meu rosto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Como um beijo que toca os lábios....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Certamente não entendo, porque gosto do frio e da chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;É porque tenho seu acalento em meu coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Certamente não entendo, porque tomou meu coração, que hoje é tão seu e um pouco meu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Quase nada meu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Certamente não entendo o certo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sei que nesta tarde de chuva que promete vir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Gostaria de estar enrolada aos lençois contigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sentir da textura da tua pele, ao sabor dos teus lábios.. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lábios , seios, costas nuas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nós duas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Uma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tocar em teus cabelos e sorrir em tua boca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Certamente, só sei o que é saudade, só sei o que é desejo, nesta tarde fria e chuvosa que insiste em trazer -te ao fundo de meus olhos e dentro do meu peito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Que agora é meu Desejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Gosto do modo como me faz sorrir, gosto do modo como e provocas...é certo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Gosto de imaginar cenas, peças, eu, tu....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Você ...Eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Gosto da tarde que me faz desejar - Te...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Desejar - Te minha, carinho , abraço, amor....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Enlace, laços...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Contornar com meus lábios &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Teus Traços...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Certamente não entendo porque bate aqui dentro do meu peito....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Esta enorme vontade de beijar - te Toda....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Com sedento desejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-8430026553734495452?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/8430026553734495452/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=8430026553734495452' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/8430026553734495452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/8430026553734495452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2010/09/certamente-nao-entendo-como-o-balanco.html' title='NÓS DUAS...UMA...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TJj9GaH91-I/AAAAAAAAAf8/mpeM_vuK8V8/s72-c/desejo+gotico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-23160492699674080</id><published>2010-09-20T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T07:43:48.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O VERDADEIRO AMOR SEMPRE ACHA O CAMINHO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WxhHyO9kNN8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WxhHyO9kNN8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;´´O Verdadeiro Amor Sempre acha o caminho...Encontrei o meu caminho...``&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-23160492699674080?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-5549831810172544269</id><published>2010-09-17T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T18:22:07.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMAR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TJQS7TnbWsI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ibtcwzjXm4M/s1600/224_3133-hamilton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518056253522926274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TJQS7TnbWsI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ibtcwzjXm4M/s320/224_3133-hamilton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;'' Eu quero amar, amar perdidamente!&lt;br /&gt;Amar só por amar: aqui…além…&lt;br /&gt;Mais este e aquele, o outro e toda a gente….&lt;br /&gt;Amar!Amar! E não amar ninguém!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recordar? Esquecer? Indiferente!…&lt;br /&gt;Prender ou desprender? É mal? É bem?&lt;br /&gt;Quem disser que se pode amar alguém&lt;br /&gt;Durante a vida inteira é porque mente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há uma primavera em cada vida:&lt;br /&gt;É preciso cantá-la assim florida,&lt;br /&gt;Pois se Deus nos deu voz, foi pra cantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se um dia hei de ser pó, cinza e nada&lt;br /&gt;Que seja a minha noite uma alvorada,&lt;br /&gt;Que me saiba perder… pra me encontrar… ''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Florbela Espanca )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/6583602530067747967-5549831810172544269?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/5549831810172544269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=5549831810172544269' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/5549831810172544269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/5549831810172544269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2010/09/amar.html' title='AMAR...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TJQS7TnbWsI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ibtcwzjXm4M/s72-c/224_3133-hamilton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-6834815261584156710</id><published>2010-09-17T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T17:52:55.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O QUE SEMPRE APRENDI SOBRE O AMOR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TJQMr7j_IeI/AAAAAAAAAfs/uQs8oamVPgA/s1600/anjo_linda_amar.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518049392298238434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TJQMr7j_IeI/AAAAAAAAAfs/uQs8oamVPgA/s320/anjo_linda_amar.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O Amor é conjugado todos os dias, no verbos, verbetes, palavras e cifras...&lt;br /&gt;O Amor é entrelaçado nos dedos, na ponta dos dedos , ao toque da pele....&lt;br /&gt;Converte - se em orações, temas, poemas, desliza pelo beijo, pela sáliva que toca a outra, pelos lábios que se encontram...&lt;br /&gt;O que sempre aprendi sobre o Amor...&lt;br /&gt;Que é tênue, que é fogo, que não acaba, que não pára ..Continuamente insistente&lt;br /&gt;Todas estas coisas que aprendi sobre o Amor e o que continuo aprendendo sobre o amor...&lt;br /&gt;Que ele cresce quando penso em teu abraço, que ele se perde quando está ausente e que  sempre volta quando tenho o teu sorriso...&lt;br /&gt;O que tenho aprendido sobre o Amor, que ele pode ser magnífico e despertar almas, que ele cruza caminhos, que une corações&lt;br /&gt;E você é tudo o que sempre aprendi sobre o Amor....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-6834815261584156710?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/6834815261584156710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=6834815261584156710' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/6834815261584156710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/6834815261584156710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-que-sempre-aprendi-sobre-o-amor.html' title='O QUE SEMPRE APRENDI SOBRE O AMOR...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/TJQMr7j_IeI/AAAAAAAAAfs/uQs8oamVPgA/s72-c/anjo_linda_amar.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-2135139854448895146</id><published>2010-09-03T04:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T04:05:41.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ESTRÉIA HOJE... NOSSO LAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="360" height="236"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3EcOGAxYPHo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3EcOGAxYPHo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="236"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-2135139854448895146?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/2135139854448895146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=2135139854448895146' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/2135139854448895146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/2135139854448895146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2010/09/estreia-hoje-nosso-lar.html' title='ESTRÉIA HOJE... 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THzmWDkEATI/AAAAAAAAAfc/VuLvMjAxOv0/s320/40348513_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Porque Amor é Essência...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fogo na Pele e Poros, Mistura de Boca , Lábios, Seios, Mãos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carinho, Respeito...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cumplicidade, Vida...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Família, História...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inspiração...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma Mulher Entrelaçada em Outra...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amor é Toda Forma de Amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque Amor é Amor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Essencial em nossas Essências...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-3693101688400819751?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/3693101688400819751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=3693101688400819751' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-1065145657298487269</id><published>2010-08-31T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T04:19:47.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIQUE DE OLHO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THzkhi8FS2I/AAAAAAAAAfU/1_KYIW-FGFE/s1600/imgCrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511531308960271202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THzkhi8FS2I/AAAAAAAAAfU/1_KYIW-FGFE/s320/imgCrop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O deputado federal Zequinha Marinho (PSC/PA), apresento na Câmara dos Deputados, um projeto - lei que proíbe totalmente a permissão de adoção de crianças, por casais do mesmo sexo, que atualmente é conseguida por meio de jurisprudência na Justiça.O projeto de lei nº 7018/2010 reconhece que existe essa lacuna no Estatuto da Criança e do Adolescente (ECA) e quer alterar a lei sobre adoção com o seguinte texto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Para adoção conjunta, é indispensável que os adotantes sejam casados civilmente ou mantenham união estável, comprovada a estabilidade da família, sendo vedada a adotantes do mesmo sexo”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No projeto, o deputado diz ainda que “tais ‘casais’ – por assim dizer - não constituem uma família, instituição que pode apenas ser constituída por um homem e uma mulher unidos pelo matrimônio ou pela estabilidade de sua união”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo deputado declarou ainda que eventos como o Festival Mixbrasil de Cinema faz com que o homossexual se aceite “sem qualquer constrangimento com o seu novo estilo de vida, ao invés de conduzi-lo a um confronto interior de que alguma coisa está errada com ele”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Lamentável...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-1065145657298487269?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/1065145657298487269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=1065145657298487269' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-3581922361994817158?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/3581922361994817158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=3581922361994817158' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/3581922361994817158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/3581922361994817158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2010/08/eu-sou-e-vc.html' title='EU SOU E VC???'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THfmG2e3TwI/AAAAAAAAAes/u2CLJlj0_xI/s72-c/ibge-2010-2%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-5744973139635731458</id><published>2010-08-27T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T07:08:42.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PENSA ´´NUM`` DINHEIRO FÁCIL... CONCORRA A ELEIÇÃO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THfF03XfWTI/AAAAAAAAAek/Du3FjZLzvxI/s1600/ATT54878.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510090181117434162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THfF03XfWTI/AAAAAAAAAek/Du3FjZLzvxI/s320/ATT54878.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THfFp-mWp1I/AAAAAAAAAec/m1rOxisfGQo/s1600/ATT54884.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510089994080266066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THfFp-mWp1I/AAAAAAAAAec/m1rOxisfGQo/s320/ATT54884.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THfFhu4zUzI/AAAAAAAAAeU/LJv-dQHUziM/s1600/ATT54886.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 123px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510089852423721778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THfFhu4zUzI/AAAAAAAAAeU/LJv-dQHUziM/s320/ATT54886.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THfE67MB2WI/AAAAAAAAAeE/c_ttEp8bZbg/s1600/ATT54885.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510089185710692706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THfE67MB2WI/AAAAAAAAAeE/c_ttEp8bZbg/s320/ATT54885.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THfEUrCL_lI/AAAAAAAAAd0/HRI0AhsuVn0/s1600/ATT54882.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510088528539418194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THfEUrCL_lI/AAAAAAAAAd0/HRI0AhsuVn0/s320/ATT54882.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THfEP-3d-SI/AAAAAAAAAds/7WUOTmprJF4/s1600/ATT54880.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510088447963822370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THfEP-3d-SI/AAAAAAAAAds/7WUOTmprJF4/s320/ATT54880.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THfEJ-1Ub8I/AAAAAAAAAdk/lQpa9F4Ktqs/s1600/ATT54879.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 139px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510088344875593666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THfEJ-1Ub8I/AAAAAAAAAdk/lQpa9F4Ktqs/s320/ATT54879.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THfD2hXfWgI/AAAAAAAAAdM/VyDjonduVzs/s1600/ATT54877.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 139px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510088010548337154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THfD2hXfWgI/AAAAAAAAAdM/VyDjonduVzs/s320/ATT54877.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensa ´´num`` dinheiro fácil...Pensou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Pessoal, para muitos parece brincadeira,mas,a coisa está séria, o nível de pessoas que se candidataram nesta última Eleições.( Abaixo relação de alguns sem vergonhas que querem ganhar dinheiro fácil)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Declaradamente veêm uma oportunidade de ganhar dinheiro fácil, chamando a todos nós brasileiros de verdadeiros palhaços.&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente, a falta de respeito é tamanha, sendo que para ingressar em concurso público,são exigidos muitas vezes de nós cidadãos, Ensino Superior Completo, conhecimentos gerais, entre outros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está na hora de cada um de nós brasileiros, mostrar que, o queremos lá no Senado, Câmara Federal, Estadual, são pessoas capazes, que entendam o mínimo do que significa nossa Constituição Federal e o principal, que traga, Respeito e Dignidade para um povo que passa fome, que não tem direito ao menos ao Conhecimento básico ou o mínimo de uma saúde decente.&lt;br /&gt;Queremos pessoas que tenham o minimo de discernimento, para tratar de assuntos que atingem diretamente todos nós, cidadãos brasileiros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem Demagogias....Basta de Sem Vergonhice no Brasil... principalmente de Mulheres Pêras, Tiriricas , Marcelinhos Cariocas, Kikos... etc...Basta destes Sem Vergonhas!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-5744973139635731458?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/5744973139635731458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=5744973139635731458' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/5744973139635731458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/5744973139635731458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2010/08/pensa-num-dinheiro-facil-concorra.html' title='PENSA ´´NUM`` DINHEIRO FÁCIL... CONCORRA A ELEIÇÃO!!!'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THfF03XfWTI/AAAAAAAAAek/Du3FjZLzvxI/s72-c/ATT54878.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-2225905361480488795</id><published>2010-08-27T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T06:50:55.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAUDADESSSSSSS !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THfCk4XSSHI/AAAAAAAAAdE/l9cY3DxZLaM/s1600/felicidade_name.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510086607972223090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THfCk4XSSHI/AAAAAAAAAdE/l9cY3DxZLaM/s320/felicidade_name.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Que Enorme Saudades de todos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Depois de uma Grande Limpeza na Alma e no Blog Também!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Eis que Volto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;E com tudo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-2225905361480488795?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/2225905361480488795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=2225905361480488795' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/2225905361480488795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/2225905361480488795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2010/08/saudadesssssss.html' title='SAUDADESSSSSSS !!!!'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THfCk4XSSHI/AAAAAAAAAdE/l9cY3DxZLaM/s72-c/felicidade_name.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-4106537225228276563</id><published>2010-04-20T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T09:45:55.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUE EU NÃO PERCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uoUJppQcBg&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uoUJppQcBg&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que eu não perca….&lt;br /&gt;Que Deus não permita que eu perca o ROMANTISMO,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que as rosas não falam…&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não perca o OTIMISMO,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que o futuro&lt;br /&gt;que nos espera pode não ser tão alegre…&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não perca a VONTADE DE VIVER,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que a vida é,&lt;br /&gt;em muitos momentos, dolorosa…&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não perca a vontade de TER GRANDES AMIGOS,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que, com as voltas do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;eles acabam indo embora de nossas vidas…&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não perca a vontade de AJUDAR AS PESSOAS,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sabendo que muitas delas são incapazes&lt;br /&gt;de ver, reconhecer e retribuir, esta ajuda…&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não perca o EQUILÍBRIO, mesmo sabendo&lt;br /&gt;que inúmeras forças querem que eu caia…&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não perca A VONTADE DE AMAR,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que a pessoa que&lt;br /&gt;eu mais amo pode não sentir o mesmo sentimento por mim…&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não perca a LUZ E O BRILHO NO OLHAR,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que muitas coisas&lt;br /&gt;que verei no mundo escurecerão os meus olhos…&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não perca a GARRA,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que a derrota e a perda&lt;br /&gt;São dois adversários extremamente perigosos…&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não perca a RAZÃO,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que as tentações da vida&lt;br /&gt;são inúmeras e deliciosas…&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não perca o sentimento de JUSTIÇA,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que o prejudicado possa ser eu…&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não perca o meu FORTE ABRAÇO,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que um dia os meus braços estarão fracos…&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não perca a BELEZA E A ALEGRIA DE VIVER,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que muitas lágrimas brotarão dos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;e escorrerão por minha alma…&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não perca o AMOR POR MINHA FAMÍLIA,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que ela muitas vezes&lt;br /&gt;me exigiria esforços incríveis para manter a sua harmonia…&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não perca a vontade de DOAR ESTE ENORME AMOR que existe em meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que muitas vezes ele será submetido e até rejeitado…&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não perca a vontade de SER GRANDE,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que o mundo é pequeno…&lt;br /&gt;E acima de tudo…&lt;br /&gt;Que eu jamais me esqueça que Deus me ama infinitamente!&lt;br /&gt;Que um pequeno grão de alegria e esperança dentro de cada um&lt;br /&gt;é capaz de mudar e transformar qualquer coisa, pois…&lt;br /&gt;A VIDA É CONSTRUÍDA NOS SONHO&lt;br /&gt;SE CONCRETIZADA NO AMOR! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(Chico Xavier)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que Deus me Ajude em Minha Fé e em Minha Esperança... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Juliane&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-4106537225228276563?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/livHtOU6pfI&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Achei interessante postar este vídeo, ressalvo, que minhas concepções são um pouco diferentes, sou espiríta kardecista, porém, creio que Deus sempre foi Um só, independente de religião, credo o que For, é Uno....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Lindo vídeo, vale a pena, ver e compreender o que é dito, é exatamente como penso, Deus está em nós, independente de tudo, de quaisquer essência...Não sou uma mulher que ama outra mulher,que sai com outra meulher, que dorme com outra mulher, sou antes de tudo isso,  UM SER QUE AMA OUTRO SER, porque o Amor Verdadeiro é isso , amar o outro , saber aceitar a si mesmo e tomar para si, sem medo, sem culpa, sem julgamentos, e saber acima de tudo que somos parte de Tudo isso e somos parte do Pai também e por isso estamos aqui...O que nos torna diferentes são os preconceitos alheios e que nos torna Verdadeiros Filhos de Deus é nossa essência, nosso amor e nossa Fé...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Deus está tão em nós quanto qualquer outro, somos todos um só...Espero realmente que um dia todos possam pensar assim,realmente acredito nisso....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Não haveria sentido se o Amar fosse um ato pecaminoso, se amar fosse errado,não faria sentido estarmos aqui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-3648788861459152693?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/3648788861459152693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=3648788861459152693' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/3648788861459152693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/3648788861459152693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uIAV-V7q5dE&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tradução : I Got You - Leona Lewis - EU TENHO VOCÊ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Um lugar para colidir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu tenho Você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Não precisa perguntar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu tenho Você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Apenas atenda o telefone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu tenho Você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Venha me buscar se eu tive que ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O que é estranho sobre isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;É que estamos mesmo no fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E o que me deixa louca sobre isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Só percebi isso na minha cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tenho orgulho de dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu tenho você ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vá em frente e diga adeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu ficarei bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vá em frente e me faça chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu ficarei bem...E quando você precisar de um lugar para correr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Para o melhor ou o pior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu tenho você...Eu tenho você&lt;br /&gt;Não está desmoronando, ou mais amargo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vamos ser maior do que isso e lembre-se...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O resfriamento ao ar livre, quando você está sozinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nós vamos continuar sobrevivendo...Sem drama, não há necessidade para um show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Só quero dizer...Eu tenho Você&lt;br /&gt;Vá em frente e diga adeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu ficarei bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vá em frente e me faça chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu ficarei bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E quando você precisar de um lugar para correr....Para o melhor ou o pior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu tenho você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vá em frente e diga adeus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu ficarei bem (diga adeus)Vá em frente e me faça chorar...Eu ficarei bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E quando você precisar de um lugar para correr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Para o melhor ou o pior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu tenho Você&lt;br /&gt;Porque isso é Amor e Vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E nada que nós possamos controlar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E se isso não der certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Você não está me perdendo, só pra deixar claro&lt;br /&gt;Vá em frente e diga adeus (diga adeus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu ficarei bem...Vá em frente e me faça chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu ficarei bem...E quando você precisar de um lugar para correr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Para o melhor ou o pior...Eu tenho Você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vá em frente e diga adeus (vá em frente)Eu ficarei bem (diga adeus)Vá em frente e me faça chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu ficarei bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E quando você precisar de um lugar para correr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Para o melhor ou o pior...Eu tenho você&lt;br /&gt;Um lugar para colidir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu tenho você...Não precisa perguntar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu tenho você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-5042628508350054256?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/5042628508350054256/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=5042628508350054256' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/5042628508350054256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/5042628508350054256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-got-you-eu-tenho-voce-leona-lewis.html' title='I GOT YOU ...( EU TENHO VOCÊ)  LEONA LEWIS'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-3962328350564446534</id><published>2010-02-10T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T18:43:27.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO ONE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 23px" href="http://letras.terra.com.br/alicia-keys/1074214/traducao.html" _fcksavedurl="http://letras.terra.com.br/alicia-keys/1074214/traducao.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninguém&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 19px" href="http://letras.terra.com.br/alicia-keys/" _fcksavedurl="http://letras.terra.com.br/alicia-keys/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alicia Keys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Composição: Alicia Keys / Dirty Harry / Kerry Brothers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu quero você por perto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde possas permanecer para sempre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você pode ter certezaAssim será muito melhor&lt;br /&gt;Você e eu, juntos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Além dos dias e das noites&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não me preocupo, porqueTudo vai ficar bem&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas continuam falando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elas podem falar o que quiserem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas o que eu sei é queTudo vai ficar bem&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém, ninguém, ninguém...Pode acabar com o que estou sentindo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninguém, ninguém, ninguém....Pode acabar com o que sinto ....Por você, por você, por você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninguém Pode acabar com o que sinto por você&lt;br /&gt;Quando a chuva estiver caindo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E meu coração estiver ferido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você sempre estará por perto...Eu tenho certeza disso&lt;br /&gt;Você e eu, juntos....Além dos dias e das noites&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não me preocupo, porqueTudo vai ficar bem&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas continuam falando....Elas podem falar o que quiserem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas o que eu sei é queTudo vai ficar bem&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém, ninguém, ninguém... Pode acabar com o que estou sentindo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninguém, ninguém, ninguém...Pode acabar com o que estou sentindo Por você, por você, por você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninguém Pode acabar com o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;Sei que algumas pessoas procuram no mundo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para encontrar algo igual ao que nós dois temos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sei que elas tentarão...Tentarão separar com algo tão real&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então, até o fim dos tempos...Eu estarei lhe dizendo que &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém, ninguém, ninguém...Pode acabar com o que estou sentindo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninguém, ninguém, ninguém...Pode acabar com o que sinto por você&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh...&lt;/strong&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/6583602530067747967-3962328350564446534?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-3087171074287225873</id><published>2010-02-06T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T16:40:41.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DA PRÓXIMA VEZ.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0gHnP2rSB0A&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0gHnP2rSB0A&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-3087171074287225873?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/3087171074287225873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=3087171074287225873' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/3087171074287225873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/3087171074287225873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2010/02/da-proxima-vez.html' title='DA PRÓXIMA VEZ.....'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-3104564013271671242</id><published>2009-11-12T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T10:49:13.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEIJA - FLOR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SvxXSWSWBOI/AAAAAAAAAX4/R3i9fDNusFU/s1600-h/EXH00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403289625669534946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SvxXSWSWBOI/AAAAAAAAAX4/R3i9fDNusFU/s320/EXH00.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Como é doce o beijo quando vem da sua boca&lt;br /&gt;Da uma vontade de levar você comigo&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui embora, meu amor chorou&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui embora, meu amor chorou&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui embora, meu amor chorou&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui embora, meu amor chorou&lt;br /&gt;Vou voltar&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou nas asas de um passarinho&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou nos beijos de um beija-flor&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou nas asas de um passarinho&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou nos beijos de um beija-flor&lt;br /&gt;No tic tic tac do meu coração, renascerá&lt;br /&gt;No tic tic tac do meu coração, renascerá&lt;br /&gt;Timbalada é semente de um novo dia&lt;br /&gt;Nordeste sofrimento povo lutador&lt;br /&gt;Entre mares e montanhas com você eu vou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero te namorar, amor&lt;br /&gt;Te namorar, amor&lt;br /&gt;Te namorar, amor&lt;br /&gt;Te namorar, amor&lt;br /&gt;Teu lábio é tão doce, doce feito mel&lt;br /&gt;Toda azul sua beleza feita cor do céu&lt;br /&gt;Quero me aquecer sentir o seu calor&lt;br /&gt;Rolar prá lá na cama, te chamar de amor&lt;br /&gt;Fazer mil poesias prá te conquistar&lt;br /&gt;Deixá-la simplesmente coberta de flor&lt;br /&gt;Quero me aquecer sentir o seu sabor&lt;br /&gt;Amor, é só me chamar que eu vou&lt;br /&gt;Só me chamar&lt;br /&gt;Me chama que eu vou&lt;br /&gt;Só me chamar que eu vou&lt;br /&gt;Só me chamar,&lt;br /&gt;Me chama que eu vou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou sentindo a Falta de Você&lt;br /&gt;Sonhando com seus beijos espero amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Tu levas as palavras soltas pelo ar&lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero te namorar, amor&lt;br /&gt;Te namorar, amor&lt;br /&gt;Te namorar, amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;MEU CORAÇÃO RENASCERÁ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;MEU CORAÇÃO RENASCERÁ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;MEU CORAÇÃO RENASCERÁ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;( Música: Beija - Flor  - Marina)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-3104564013271671242?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/3104564013271671242/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=3104564013271671242' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/3104564013271671242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/3104564013271671242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2009/11/beija-flor.html' title='BEIJA - FLOR...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SvxXSWSWBOI/AAAAAAAAAX4/R3i9fDNusFU/s72-c/EXH00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-8117643203218182088</id><published>2009-11-06T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T09:14:55.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O AMOR É UMA FORÇA DA NATUREZA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SvRTxtdSgqI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4Vya5LiU_5o/s1600-h/coraon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401033966605206178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SvRTxtdSgqI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4Vya5LiU_5o/s320/coraon1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Não adianta quere negá -lo, o Amor...o Verdadeiro amor é um Força da Natureza, tão poderosa...tão incrível que não se pode arrancar de nós mesmos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Não adianta subestimá -lo, não adianta apagá -lo .. É mais forte que eu, mais forte que você...Ele sempre estará lá como uma rajada de vento, que não se pode párar, como uma tempestade que insiste em continuar... O verdadeiro amor , permanece ali como a força da natureza, inevitável lutar, como a força do Tempo...inevitável apagar...como a chuva que insiste em cair, como nossos corações que ainda insistem em amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-8117643203218182088?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/8117643203218182088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=8117643203218182088' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/8117643203218182088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/8117643203218182088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-amor-e-uma-forca-da-natureza.html' title='O AMOR É UMA FORÇA DA NATUREZA...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SvRTxtdSgqI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4Vya5LiU_5o/s72-c/coraon1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-1279660557360820236</id><published>2009-10-28T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T06:17:42.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SATURDAY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SuhERaVkDwI/AAAAAAAAAXY/2Apn5Q54i2w/s1600-h/899_rita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397639219321769730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SuhERaVkDwI/AAAAAAAAAXY/2Apn5Q54i2w/s320/899_rita.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-1279660557360820236?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/1279660557360820236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=1279660557360820236' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/1279660557360820236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/1279660557360820236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2009/10/saturday.html' title='SATURDAY...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SuhERaVkDwI/AAAAAAAAAXY/2Apn5Q54i2w/s72-c/899_rita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-8063332085796432411</id><published>2009-10-27T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T04:36:58.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A SEDE DOS INOCENTES...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SubazuCephI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Kkhk_Vtczkw/s1600-h/criancas-palestinas-pegam-a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397241785516729874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SubazuCephI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Kkhk_Vtczkw/s320/criancas-palestinas-pegam-a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;UM DIA ACREDITEI QUE SOMOS HUMANOS ISRAEL X PALESTINA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos desacredita – se que somos humanos, que devemos estender a mão ao próximo.&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos a ignorância e ganância toma conta do ser, pela a insignificância de um pedaço de terra, matamos uns aos outros e negamos uma gota de água a quem tem sede...&lt;br /&gt;Lutamos por ambições de grande homens poderosos, que em sua magnitude riem entre si :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A organização de direitos humanos Anistia Internacional (AI) acusou o governo de Israel de negar aos palestinos o acesso livre à água potável, ao manter um controle total sobre os recursos hídricos compartilhados e seguir políticas discriminatórias. Em um relatório divulgado nesta quarta-feira, a AI afirma que Israel restringe sem razão a disponibilidade de água nos territórios ocupados da Cisjordânia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto Isarel utiliza 80% da água, os palestinos por sua vez, utilizam 20%, entre 300 litros de água consumidos pelos Israelenses, os palestinos consomem apenas 70 litros por dia, havendo casos, em que palestinos consomem apenas 20 litros, muitos palestinos, não possuem acesso a água corrente, uma vez que, o Exército Israelense, vem proibindo os palestinos de coletarem água da chuva,perfurem poços, contrapondo - se aos israelenses, onde muitos, possuem grandes fazendas de irrigação, jardins luxuosos e piscinas.. Além disso, Israel vem destruindo cisternas e fechando tanques de água, para que os palestinos não possam utilizar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt; Israel nega as informações da AI. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;( Fonte : Site IG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-8063332085796432411?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/8063332085796432411/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=8063332085796432411' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/8063332085796432411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/8063332085796432411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2009/10/sede-dos-inocentes.html' title='A SEDE DOS INOCENTES...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SubazuCephI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Kkhk_Vtczkw/s72-c/criancas-palestinas-pegam-a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-2932427970583532696</id><published>2009-10-26T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T10:30:58.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DELETE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SuXczOFPMfI/AAAAAAAAAXI/iKORXaz6imk/s1600-h/felicidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396962500984910322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SuXczOFPMfI/AAAAAAAAAXI/iKORXaz6imk/s320/felicidade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SuXcm1pUK8I/AAAAAAAAAXA/i6-cTT6Ej1o/s1600-h/felicidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Uma amiga enviou, achei interessante postar, pelas grandes verdades expostas e pela completude das palavras, pela sensibilidade:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de você, existem duas teclas poderosas:Delete e Arquive... use-as com sabedoria !!!Delete: tudo aquilo que não valeu à pena, quem mentiu, quem enganou seu coração, quem teve inveja, quem tentou destruir você, quem usou máscaras, quem te magoou, quem nunca chegou a saber exatamente quem você é. Arquive: as pessoas reais, ainda que virtuais, que cederam carinho, tempo, palavras, conselhos, a mão, o coração. Pessoas que, de um jeito ou de outro, ajudaram você a ser um pouco melhor, que te fizeram crescer em sabedoria e sentimentos, que te deram amor de verdade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Muitos têm idéias e são criativos. Alguns fazem das idéias sonhos, e são persistentes. Raros, transformam sonhos em realidade, e são estes que movem o mundo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-2932427970583532696?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/2932427970583532696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=2932427970583532696' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/2932427970583532696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/2932427970583532696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2009/10/delete.html' title='DELETE...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SuXczOFPMfI/AAAAAAAAAXI/iKORXaz6imk/s72-c/felicidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-6657571802726584453</id><published>2009-10-26T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T03:31:34.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HERE WITHOUT YOU...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qZgrY6roCMM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qZgrY6roCMM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;´´Nem sei o que sinto hoje, só sei que ainda continuo a te amar...`` ( Federico Garcia Lorca)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-6657571802726584453?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/6657571802726584453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=6657571802726584453' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/6657571802726584453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/6657571802726584453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2009/10/here-without-you.html' title='HERE WITHOUT YOU...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-8208514160675578995</id><published>2009-10-26T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T03:18:00.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AQUI COMIGO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SuV3GTCQrXI/AAAAAAAAAWw/UBzqeeepo1Q/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396850678546083186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SuV3GTCQrXI/AAAAAAAAAWw/UBzqeeepo1Q/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Eu espero que você esteja se dando bem lá fora sem mim&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu não estou me dando tão bem sem você&lt;br /&gt;As coisas que eu pensei que você nunca saberia sobre mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram as coisas que eu acho que você sempre entendeu&lt;br /&gt;Então como eu pude ter sido tão cego por todos esses anos&lt;br /&gt;Eu apenas vejo a verdade através de todo este medo de viver sem você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tudo o que eu tenho neste mundo&lt;br /&gt;E tudo o que eu sempre serei&lt;br /&gt;Poderia cair tudo ao meu redor&lt;br /&gt;Com tanto que eu tenha você bem aqui do meu lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não consigo suportar mais um dia sem você&lt;br /&gt;Porque, querida, eu nunca conseguiria sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho esperado tanto tempo apenas para te segurar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E para estar de volta nos seus braços onde eu pertenço&lt;br /&gt;Me desculpe por nem sempre achar as palavras pra dizer&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu sempre soube desaparece&lt;br /&gt;Dentro do seu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tudo o que eu tenho neste mundo&lt;br /&gt;E tudo o que eu sempre serei&lt;br /&gt;Poderia cair tudo ao meu redor&lt;br /&gt;Com tanto que eu tenha você bem aqui do meu lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto os dias passam eu vejo&lt;br /&gt;Algo ainda espera por mim&lt;br /&gt;E você não está aqui&lt;br /&gt;Me desculpe por nem sempre achar as palavras pra dizer&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu sempre soube desaparece&lt;br /&gt;Dentro do seu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tudo o que eu tenho neste mundo&lt;br /&gt;E tudo o que eu sempre serei&lt;br /&gt;Poderia cair tudo ao meu redor&lt;br /&gt;Com tanto que eu tenha você bem aqui do meu lado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;( Tradução - Here By Me - 3 Doors Down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-8208514160675578995?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/8208514160675578995/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=8208514160675578995' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/8208514160675578995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/8208514160675578995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2009/10/aqui-comigo.html' title='AQUI COMIGO...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SuV3GTCQrXI/AAAAAAAAAWw/UBzqeeepo1Q/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-1534979165587984514</id><published>2009-10-25T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T17:49:54.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CÉU ENCANTADO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SuTxPAuxVGI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H17FVGHecgQ/s1600-h/estrelas3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396703493693199458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SuTxPAuxVGI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H17FVGHecgQ/s320/estrelas3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Não sei onde deve começar ou termnar o Amor, só sei que deveria ter começo e meio e nunca ter fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Não sei onde os sonhos se perdem, só sei que deveríamos ter um tempo maior para sonhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Gostaria de ter tantas respostas,porém, procuro não buscá -las e tentar entender...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Entender que precisamos de mais Amor, que precisamos de mais Sorrisos e que precisamos de alguém...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;´´ Todo mundo precisa de alguém``...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sei que alguns sonhos são feitos estrelas que se desmancham, porém, se prestarmos atenção, ao se desmancharem, se tornam como purpurina caída do céu... caindo sobre nós e nos enfeitando para buscar novos sonhos...novos rumos e novas histórias, com mais começos e meios e sem nenhum fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-1534979165587984514?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/1534979165587984514/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=1534979165587984514' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/1534979165587984514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/1534979165587984514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2009/10/nao-sei-onde-deve-comecar-ou-termnar-o.html' title='CÉU ENCANTADO...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SuTxPAuxVGI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H17FVGHecgQ/s72-c/estrelas3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-8284022820573753301</id><published>2009-10-24T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T02:43:38.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MUNDO LES...CHARLIZE THERON BEIJA MULHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SuLMJ2c2eLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/M2idbP8hIAg/s1600-h/get.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396099773150689458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SuLMJ2c2eLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/M2idbP8hIAg/s320/get.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para ajudar uma ação social, Charlize Theron beijou uma mulher em um leilão, em um lance de US$ 140 mil, na noite da última quinta-feira (22), em São Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A atriz oferecia uma viagem à Copa do Mundo na África do Sul em 2010, com direito a um safári, mas o máximo que conseguiu foi um lance de US$ 37 mil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, Charlize resolveu oferecer um beijo de sete segundos por US$ 130 mil. Uma mulher da plateia se empolgou e ofereceu U$S 140 mil, levando o prêmio. "Meu namorado não está aqui esta noite", brincou Charlize, antes de beijar a moça por 20 segundos.Ui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai se eu tivesse U$$ 150 mil !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;( Fonte: Site Terra)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-8284022820573753301?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/8284022820573753301/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=8284022820573753301' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/8284022820573753301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/8284022820573753301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2009/10/mundo-lescharlize-theron-beija-mulher.html' title='MUNDO LES...CHARLIZE THERON BEIJA MULHER'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SuLMJ2c2eLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/M2idbP8hIAg/s72-c/get.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-8996721751598692096</id><published>2009-10-23T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T02:46:04.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BRING ME FLOWERS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SuF7TIdd3NI/AAAAAAAAAWY/q7S1xlRu3mU/s1600-h/sasa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395483404394047634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SuCbkd5sKJI/AAAAAAAAAWI/RZxu7LlbW-o/s320/Depilacao-na-virilha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depilação Feminina ........　　?&lt;br /&gt;“TENTA SIM, VAI FICAR LINDO!!!”&lt;br /&gt;Foi assim que decidi, por livre e espontânea pressão de amigas, me render à depilação na virilha. Falaram que eu ia me sentir dez quilos mais leve. Mas acho que pentelho não pesa tanto assim. Disseram queminha namorada ia amar, que eu nunca mais ia querer outra coisa. Eu imaginava que ia doer, porque elas ao menos me avisaram que isso aconteceria. Mas não esperava que por trás disso, e bota por trás nisso, havia toda uma indústria pornô-ginecológica-estética. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Oi, queria marcar depilação com a Penélope.&lt;br /&gt;- Vai depilar o quê?&lt;br /&gt;- Virilha.&lt;br /&gt;- Normal ou cavada? Parei aí. Eu lá sabia o que seria uma virilha cavada??? Mas já que era pra fazer, quis fazer direito.&lt;br /&gt;- Cavada mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;- Amanhã, às… Deixa eu ver…13h?&lt;br /&gt;- Ok. Marcado.&lt;br /&gt;Chegou o dia em que perderia dez quilos. Almocei coisas leves, porque sabia lá o que me esperava? Coloquei roupas bonitas, assim, pra ficar chique. Escolhi uma calcinha apresentável. E lá fui. Assim que cheguei, Penélope estava esperando. Moça alta, mulata, bonitona. Oba, vou ficar que nem ela, legal. Pediu que eu a seguisse até o local onde o ritual seria realizado. Saímos da sala de espera e logo entrei num longo corredor. De um lado a parede e do outro, várias cortinas brancas. Por trás delas ouvia gemidos, gritos, conversas. Uma mistura de Calígula com O Albergue. Já senti um frio na barriga ali mesmo, sem desabotoar nem um botão. Eis que chegamos ao nosso cantinho: uma maca, cercada de cortinas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Querida, pode deitar. Tirei a calça e timidamente, fiquei lá estirada de calcinha na maca. Mas a Penélope mal olhou pra mim. Virou de costas e ficou de frente pra uma mesinha. Ali estavam os aparelhos de tortura. Vi coisas estranhas. Uma panela, uma máquina de cortar cabelo, uma pinça. Meu Deus, era O Albergue mesmo. De repente ela vem com um barbante na mão. Fingi que era natural e sabia o que ela faria com aquilo, mas fiquei surpresa quando ela passou a cordinha pelas laterais da calcinha e a amarrou bem forte.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quer bem cavada? - …é… é, isso. Penélope então deixou a calcinha tampando apenas uma fina faixa da Abigail, nome carinhoso de meu órgão, esqueci de apresentar antes.&lt;br /&gt;- Os pêlos estão altos demais. Vou cortar um pouco senão vai doer mais ainda.&lt;br /&gt;- Ah, sim, claro. Claro nada, não entendia por.r@ nenhuma do que ela fazia. Mas confiei. De repente, ela volta da mesinha de tortura com uma espátula melada de um líquido viscoso e quente (via pela fumaça). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Pode abrir as pernas. - Assim?&lt;br /&gt;- Não, querida. Que nem borboleta, sabe? Dobra os joelhos e depois joga cada perna pra um lado.&lt;br /&gt;- Arreganhada, né? Ela riu. Que situação ! ! ! E então, Pê passou a primeira camada de cera quente em minha virilha virgem. Gostoso, quentinho, agradável. Até a hora de puxar….. Foi rápido e fatal. Achei que toda a pele de meu corpo tivesse saído, que apenas minha ossada havia sobrado na maca. Não tive coragem de olhar. Achei que havia sangue jorrando até o teto. Até procurei minha bolsa com os olhos, já cogitando a possibilidade de ligar para o SAMU. Tudo isso buscando me concentrar em minha expressão, para fingir que era tudo supernatural. Penélope perguntou se estava tudo bem quando me notou roxa. Eu havia esquecido de respirar. Tinha medo de que doesse mais. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Tudo ótimo. E você? Ela riu de novo como quem pensa “que garota estranha”. Mas deve ter aprendido a ser simpática para manter clientes. O processo medieval continuou. A cada puxada eu tinha vontade de espancar Penélope. Lembrava de minhas amigas recomendando a depilação e imaginava que era tudo uma grande sacanagem, só pra me fazer sofrer. Todas recomendam a todos porque se cansam de sofrer sozinhas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Quer que tire dos lábios?&lt;br /&gt;- Não, eu quero só virilha, bigode não.&lt;br /&gt;- Não, querida, os lábios dela aqui ó. Não, não, pára tudo. Depilar os tais grandes lábios? Putz, que idéia. Mas topei. Quem está na maca tem que se ***** mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;- Ah, arranca aí. Faz isso valer a pena, por favor. Não bastasse minha condição, a depiladora do lado invade o cafofinho de Penélope e dá uma conferida na Abigail. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Olha, tá ficando linda essa depilação.&lt;br /&gt;- Menina, mas tá cheio de encravado aqui. Olha de perto. Se tivesse sobrado algum pentelhinho, ele teria balançado com a respiração das duas. Estavam bem perto dali. Cerrei os olhos e pedi que fosse um pesadelo. “Me leva daqui, Deus, me teletransporta”. Só voltei à terra quando entre uns blábláblás ouvi a palavra pinça. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Vou dar uma pinçada aqui porque ficaram um pelinhos, tá?&lt;br /&gt;- Pode pinçar, tá tudo dormente mesmo, tô sentindo nada. Estava enganada. Senti cada picadinha daquela pinça filha da mãe arrancar cabelinhos resistentes da pele já dolorida. E quis matá-la. Mas mal sabia que o motivo para isso ainda estava por vir.&lt;br /&gt;- Vamos ficar de lado agora? - Hein?&lt;br /&gt;- Deitar de lado pra fazer a parte cavada. Pior não podia ficar. Obedeci à Penélope. Deitei de ladinho e fiquei esperando novas ordens. - Segura sua bunda aqui? - Hein? - Essa banda aqui de cima, puxa ela pra afastar da outra banda. Tive vontade de chorar. Eu não podia ver o que Pê via. Mas ela estava de cara para ele, o olho que nada vê. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quantos haviam visto, à luz do dia, aquela cena? Nem minha ginecologista. Quis chorar, gritar, peidar na cara dela, como se pudesse envenená-la. Fiquei pensando nela acordando à noite com um pesadelo. O marido perguntaria:&lt;br /&gt;- Tudo bem, Pê? - Sim… sonhei de novo com o ** de uma cliente. Mas de repente fui novamente trazida para a realidade. Senti o aconchego falso da cera quente besuntando meu Twin Peaks. Não sabia se ficava com mais medo da puxada ou com vergonha da situação. Sei que ela deve ver mil cus por dia. Aliás, isso até alivia minha situação. Por que ela lembraria justamente do meu entre tantos? E aí me veio o pensamento: peraí, mas tem cabelo lá? Fui impedida de desfiar o questionamento. Pê puxou a cera. Achei que a bunda tivesse ido toda embora. Num puxão só, Pê arrancou qualquer coisa que tivesse ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com certeza não havia nem uma preguinha pra contar a história mais. Mordia o travesseiro e grunhia ao mesmo tempo. Sons guturais, xingamentos, preces, tudo junto.&lt;br /&gt;- Vira agora do outro lado. Por.r@.. por que não arrancou tudo de uma vez? Virei e segurei novamente a bandinha. E então, piora. A broaca da salinha do lado novamente abre a cortina.&lt;br /&gt;- Penélope, empresta um chumaço de algodão? Apenas uma lágrima solitária escorreu de meus olhos. Era dor demais, vergonha demais. Aquilo não fazia sentido. Estava me depilando pra quem? Ninguém ia ver o tobinha tão de perto daquele jeito. Só mesmo Penélope. E agora a vizinha inconveniente. - Terminamos. Pode virar que vou passar maquininha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Máquina de quê?!&lt;br /&gt;- Pra deixar ela com o pêlo baixinho, que nem campo de futebol.&lt;br /&gt;- Dói? - Dói nada. - Tá, passa essa *****…&lt;br /&gt;- Baixa a calcinha, por favor. Foram dois segundos de choque extremo. “Baixe a calcinha…”. Como alguém fala isso sem antes pegar no peitinho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o choque foi substituído por uma total redenção. Ela viu tudo, da perereca ao **** O que seria baixar a calcinha? E essa parte não doeu mesmo, foi até bem agradável.&lt;br /&gt;- Prontinha. Posso passar um talco?&lt;br /&gt;- Pode, vai lá, deixa a ***** grisalha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;- Tá linda! Pode namorar muito agora. Namorar…Namorar??? Eu estava com sede de vingança. Admito que o resultado é bonito, lisinho, sedoso. Mas doía e incomodava demais. Queria matar minhas amigas. Queria virar feminista, morrer peluda, protestar contra isso. Queria fazer passeatas, criar uma lei anti-depilação cavada.&lt;br /&gt;Queria comprar o domínio preserveasbucetaspeludas.com.br!!!&lt;br /&gt;É…. 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style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É preciso que você não deixe morrer&lt;br /&gt;principalmente isso que tá aqui ohhh&lt;br /&gt;Levou uma das mãos até o coração"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-8354721303230238208?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/8354721303230238208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=8354721303230238208' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/8354721303230238208'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-7676321750583598165</id><published>2009-10-22T04:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T05:32:17.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O QUE NÓS TORNA REALMENTE FORTES...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SuBPpFTcdGI/AAAAAAAAAV4/YJrVPjsUlBA/s1600-h/forte.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 306px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395399920806818914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SuBPpFTcdGI/AAAAAAAAAV4/YJrVPjsUlBA/s320/forte.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Em meus devaneios, andei pensando, em tudo que nos torna verdadeiramente fortes, fortes o bastante, para crescermos e evoluírmos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;São as dores, os amores, a batalha cotidiana, a luta por nós mesmos e nossos ideais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Nos deparamos com as adversidades da vida , logo, ali no bercário, no colo da mãe, na escola quando pequeninas/os, na busca pelo entendimento, em uma relação, em busca de dias melhores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;O que nós torna realmente mais fortes é capacidade de peitar o mundo e ir a luta, sem medo de arranhos e machucados, às vezes, a queda é dura e desistimos muito fácil, nem sempre temos um ombro amigo para nos acolher e deixamos apenas as nossas pegadas na areia, pegadas solitárias, cansadas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;O que nos torna realmente mas fortes...é a convicção de que podemos ser felizes, seja com quem for, onde for, o que nos torna realmente mais fortes é o sorriso estampado e a vontade de fazer o bem sempre, ainda que já não mais se creia no bem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Amar em silêncio nos torna fortes,mas, buscar este amor e lutar por ele, nos torna mais fortes ainda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Irradiar felicidade nos torna foertes,mas, irradiar Felicidade quando se é infeliz, nos torna mais fortes ainda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Perdoar alguém, nos torna fortes, saber perdoar alguém que não mereça perdão nos torna mais fortes ainda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;O que nos torna forte é quando acreditamos na lei do retorno , ainda que não se queira acreditar, mas, saber esperar, nos torna mais fortes ainda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Manter - se calmas num momento de desespero, é o que nos torna realmente mais fortes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Demonstrar Alegria quando se não se sente, nos torna fortes, mas,compartilhar a alegria ao próximo é o que nos torna mais fortes ainda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sorrir quando se deseja chorar nos torna fortes, porém,saber enxugar as lágrimas de alguém que precise nos torna mais fortes ainda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Tentar ser Feliz, mesmo quando o coração está em pedaços nos torna fortes, mas, fazer alguém feliz, nos torna mais fortes ainda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Saber calar - se quando ideal seria gritar todas nossas angústias, nos torna fortes, mas, trazer a calmaria e o acalento a um amigo, nos torna mais fortes ainda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ser forte é capacidade de consolar - se a si próprio, no entanto, consolar, quando se precisa de consolo, nos torna mais fortes ainda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ser forte é ter Fé...porém, ter Fé, naquilo que não se acredita, nos torna mais fortes ainda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;O que nos torna realmente fortes é quando encaramos a dura realidade, é quando sabemos sorrir e dividir o sorriso, ainda que existam empecilhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;O que nos torna fortes é a capacidade de nos doarmos verdadeiramente e amar incondicionalmente, sem medos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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CANÃS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/St9oIy34iBI/AAAAAAAAAVY/3q-XW1NgA5Y/s1600-h/67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395145378917550098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/St9oIy34iBI/AAAAAAAAAVY/3q-XW1NgA5Y/s320/67.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Pra você guardei o amor&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca soube dar&lt;br /&gt;O amor que tive e vi sem me deixar&lt;br /&gt;Sentir sem conseguir provar&lt;br /&gt;Sem entregar&lt;br /&gt;E repartir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra você guardei o amor&lt;br /&gt;Que sempre quis mostrar&lt;br /&gt;O amor que vive em mim vem visitar&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir, vem colorir solar&lt;br /&gt;Vem esquentar&lt;br /&gt;E permitir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem acolher o que ele tem e traz&lt;br /&gt;Quem entender o que ele diz&lt;br /&gt;No giz do gesto o jeito pronto&lt;br /&gt;Do piscar dos cílios&lt;br /&gt;Que o convite do silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Exibe em cada olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guardei&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter porque&lt;br /&gt;Nem por razão&lt;br /&gt;Ou coisa outra qualquer&lt;br /&gt;Além de não saber como fazer&lt;br /&gt;Pra ter um jeito meu de me mostrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei&lt;br /&gt;Vendo em você&lt;br /&gt;E explicação&lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma isso requer&lt;br /&gt;Se o coração bater forte e arder&lt;br /&gt;No fogo o gelo vai queimar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra você guardei o amor&lt;br /&gt;Que aprendi vendo meus pais&lt;br /&gt;O amor que tive e recebi&lt;br /&gt;E hoje posso dar livre e feliz&lt;br /&gt;Céu cheiro e ar na cor que arco-íris&lt;br /&gt;Risca ao levitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou nascer de novo&lt;br /&gt;Lápis, edifício, tevere, ponte&lt;br /&gt;Desenhar no seu quadril&lt;br /&gt;Meus lábios beijam signos feito sinos&lt;br /&gt;Trilho a infância, terço o berço&lt;br /&gt;Do seu lar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Nando Reis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-3164559517769731293?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/3164559517769731293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=3164559517769731293' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/3164559517769731293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/3164559517769731293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O amor tem desta coisinhas peculiares, não sei o que me deu... querer tanto falar do amor, Talvez porque o meu verdadeiro amor ainda não tenha encontrado... ainda!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ahhh, ainda acredito naquela pessoa que vai chegar pra que eu possa cuidar, amar, namorar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Aquela pessoa que vou passar o domingo inteiro brigando e acabar fazendo amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nem sei definir o amor e nem se há definição, mas é aquela coisinha, exatemente aquela coisinha que deixa os olhos marejados, saltados...apaixonadinhos que só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Aquela coisinhaque faz o coração saltar,arrepio na pele, aquela vontade louca de abraçar e ficar ali agarrada a ela sem pensar em mais nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Aquele sorriso nos lábios dela, aquele fim de tarde olhando o céu e mãos dadas sem medo nenhum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ahhh e quando ela estiver ao meu lado, prometo fazê -la feliz e sonhar, sonhar todos os dias .Ah!!! me deixa com meus devaneios amorosos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Só por este dia quero muito falar do amor, como a forma mais mágica e curadora, como a forma mais bela que alguém pode doar a outro...Ahhh me deixa aqui ver o Sol e sonhar, com a ´´ minha princesa encantada`` nem sei se existe mais, mas há de estar perdida por aí, um dia acho...ou no mínimo ela está vindo de jegue.kkkkk tá demorando tá!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ah , o amor, essa coisa de dormir junto a ela e vê-la sorrir enquanto dorme, ahhh me deixa aqui quietinha sonhando este amor!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br 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title=''/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/St8ofFV9VNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/zEBa78KIViA/s72-c/01-737732.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-2544081454057209066</id><published>2009-10-20T04:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T04:03:57.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMOR, AMOR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-5203504779612359904</id><published>2009-10-15T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T08:01:55.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT TO KNOW WHAT LOVE IS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/Stc4aS9b80I/AAAAAAAAAVI/KpasaYA62ek/s1600-h/AMOR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392841103216735042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/Stc4aS9b80I/AAAAAAAAAVI/KpasaYA62ek/s320/AMOR.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I gotta take a little time&lt;br /&gt;A little time to think things over&lt;br /&gt;I better read between the lines&lt;br /&gt;In case I need it when I'm colder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life&lt;br /&gt;There's been heartache and pain&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;If I can face it again&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop now&lt;br /&gt;I've traveled so far&lt;br /&gt;To change this lonely life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know what love is&lt;br /&gt;I want you to show me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel what love is&lt;br /&gt;I know you can show me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna take a little time&lt;br /&gt;A little time to look around me&lt;br /&gt;I've got nowhere left to hide&lt;br /&gt;It looks like love's finally found me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life&lt;br /&gt;There's been heartache and pain&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;If I can face it again&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop now&lt;br /&gt;I've traveled so far&lt;br /&gt;To change this lonely life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know what love is (Ooooh-oh)&lt;br /&gt;I want you to show me (Meeeeee-ee)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel what love is (Feel what love is)&lt;br /&gt;And I know you can show me (Show me, I wanna know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know what love is (I wanna know)&lt;br /&gt;I want you to show me (And I feel you so much love)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel what love is&lt;br /&gt;And I know you can show me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let's talk about love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;********&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu preciso achar um tempo&lt;br /&gt;Um tempo para pesar melhor as coisas&lt;br /&gt;É melhor eu ler nas entrelinhas&lt;br /&gt;Caso eu precise quando envelhecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Só tem havido sofrimento e dor&lt;br /&gt;E eu não sei,&lt;br /&gt;Se eu posso encarar isso de novo&lt;br /&gt;Eu não posso parar agora&lt;br /&gt;Eu já fui longe demais&lt;br /&gt;Para mudar esta minha vida solitária&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero saber o que é o amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero que você me mostre&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero sentir o que é o amor&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei que você pode me mostrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou achar um tempo&lt;br /&gt;Um tempo para cuidar melhor de mim&lt;br /&gt;Não sobrou nenhum lugar para me esconder&lt;br /&gt;Parece que o amor finalmente me encontrou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Só tem havido sofrimento e dor&lt;br /&gt;E eu não sei,&lt;br /&gt;Se eu posso encarar isso de novo&lt;br /&gt;Eu não posso parar agora&lt;br /&gt;Eu já fui longe demais&lt;br /&gt;Para mudar esta minha vida solitária&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero saber o que é o amor (Ooooh-oh)&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero que você me mostre (Mostreee-ee)&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero sentir o que é o amor (Sinta o que é o amor)&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei que você pode me mostrar (Me mostre, eu quero saber)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei que você pode me mostrar (Me mostre, eu quero saber)&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero que você me mostre&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero sentir o que é o amor&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei que você pode me mostrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, vamos falar de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música: I want to know what love is ( Mariah Carey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/Stc4aS9b80I/AAAAAAAAAVI/KpasaYA62ek/s72-c/AMOR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-869338468096763752</id><published>2009-10-15T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T06:54:05.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OS BBB´s LÉSBICOS , GAYS E ETC....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/StcpUbJ-BOI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Y5f5vFPF3tE/s1600-h/robozinhos-do-big-brother-brasil-0edec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392824509663151330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/StcpUbJ-BOI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Y5f5vFPF3tE/s320/robozinhos-do-big-brother-brasil-0edec.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sempre achei o BBB, como tanto os outros reality shows tanto superficiais, alienação em massa.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, sejamos francas, talvez, por ser uma atração no melhor estilo: Pão e Circo, causa grande influência sobre a população brasileira e agregam para a casa de milhares de brasileiros uma certa visibilidade, ainda que esta seja um pouco distante de nossa realidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não concordo com o ponto ou com os termos perjurativos: de que haverá um participate gay na casa, uma participante lésbica...Veja, há grandes expectativas e burburinhos quando trata - se um participante hetéro...????&lt;br /&gt;No entatnto, há o ponto positivo em ter uma lésbica no BBB já é um passo no sentido de aceitação...Será?? Quantos gays ou lébicas já passaram por lá...Hum???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só espero que a moça não faça feio lá dentro...e que venha distorcer alguns ´´pré - conceitos, formados pela sociedade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-869338468096763752?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/869338468096763752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=869338468096763752' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/869338468096763752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/869338468096763752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2009/10/os-bbbs-lebicos-gays-e-etc.html' title='OS BBB´s LÉSBICOS , GAYS E ETC....'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/StcpUbJ-BOI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Y5f5vFPF3tE/s72-c/robozinhos-do-big-brother-brasil-0edec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-812622648275193108</id><published>2009-09-18T04:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T04:05:52.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LA MALA LECHE PARA LOS ´´PURETAS``...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SrNpiACvtqI/AAAAAAAAAUw/mXOp_WFq3fA/s1600-h/Homofobia%25201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382762012485858978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SrNpiACvtqI/AAAAAAAAAUw/mXOp_WFq3fA/s320/Homofobia%25201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-812622648275193108?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/812622648275193108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=812622648275193108' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/812622648275193108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/812622648275193108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-mala-leche-para-los-puretas.html' title='LA MALA LECHE PARA LOS ´´PURETAS``...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SrNpiACvtqI/AAAAAAAAAUw/mXOp_WFq3fA/s72-c/Homofobia%25201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-4561447433636836016</id><published>2009-09-17T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T12:11:13.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PERMITA - SE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SrKJonqloHI/AAAAAAAAAUo/vps1x2Dmaw0/s1600-h/dv1070111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382515835596546162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SrKJonqloHI/AAAAAAAAAUo/vps1x2Dmaw0/s320/dv1070111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Eu vejo a vida&lt;br /&gt;Melhor no futuro&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo isso&lt;br /&gt;Por cima de um muro&lt;br /&gt;De hipocrisia&lt;br /&gt;Que insiste&lt;br /&gt;Em nos rodear...&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo a vida&lt;br /&gt;Mais clara e farta&lt;br /&gt;Repleta de toda&lt;br /&gt;Satisfação&lt;br /&gt;Que se tem direito&lt;br /&gt;Do firmamento ao chão...&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero crer&lt;br /&gt;No amor numa boa&lt;br /&gt;Que isso valha&lt;br /&gt;Pra qualquer pessoa&lt;br /&gt;Que realizar, a força&lt;br /&gt;Que tem uma paixão...&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo um novo&lt;br /&gt;Começo de era&lt;br /&gt;De gente fina&lt;br /&gt;Elegante e sincera&lt;br /&gt;Com habilidade&lt;br /&gt;Pra dizer mais sim&lt;br /&gt;Do que não, não, não...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o tempo voa amor&lt;br /&gt;Escorre pelas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem se sentir&lt;br /&gt;Não há tempo&lt;br /&gt;Que volte amor&lt;br /&gt;Vamos viver tudo&lt;br /&gt;Que há pra viver&lt;br /&gt;Vamos nos permitir...&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero crer&lt;br /&gt;No amor numa boa&lt;br /&gt;Que isso valha&lt;br /&gt;Pra qualquer pessoa&lt;br /&gt;Que realizar, a força&lt;br /&gt;Que tem uma paixão...&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo um novo&lt;br /&gt;Começo de era&lt;br /&gt;De gente fina&lt;br /&gt;Elegante e sincera&lt;br /&gt;Com habilidade&lt;br /&gt;Pra dizer mais sim&lt;br /&gt;Do que não...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o tempo voa amor&lt;br /&gt;Escorre pelas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem se sentir&lt;br /&gt;E não há tempo&lt;br /&gt;Que volte amor&lt;br /&gt;Vamos viver tudo&lt;br /&gt;Que há prá viver&lt;br /&gt;Vamos nos permitir...&lt;br /&gt;E não há tempo&lt;br /&gt;Que volte amor&lt;br /&gt;Vamos viver tudo&lt;br /&gt;Que há pra viver&lt;br /&gt;Vamos nos permitir... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;( Música / Composição: Lulu Santos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-4561447433636836016?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/4561447433636836016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=4561447433636836016' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/4561447433636836016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/4561447433636836016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2009/09/permita-se.html' title='PERMITA - SE...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SrKJonqloHI/AAAAAAAAAUo/vps1x2Dmaw0/s72-c/dv1070111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-1646971766247763797</id><published>2009-09-17T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T06:03:54.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A SOBRIEDADE DE CADA DIA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SrIzpPuEb5I/AAAAAAAAAUg/WodFSyBQamQ/s1600-h/o+que+move+a+humanidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382421288348577682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SrIzpPuEb5I/AAAAAAAAAUg/WodFSyBQamQ/s320/o+que+move+a+humanidade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Pra se estar sóbrio, é preciso encarar a vida...Encarar a vida a tapa, de modo gritante e peito aberto.&lt;br /&gt;Pra se estar sóbrio, é preciso caminhar com passos largos e rápidos, com toda pressa , para chegar primeiro que o outro e não perder teu lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Pra se estar sóbrio , é preciso beber um gole de repulsa e selvageria, ter estômago forte e aguentar os trancos da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Pra estar sóbrio é preciso carregar uma pasta com muitos pápeis e estar rindo da caída do outro lá de cima, enquanto uma multidão o pisoteia lá embaixo.&lt;br /&gt;Pra estar sóbrio é preciso perder um pouco da compaixão diária, ver uma noticiário na Tv e não se espantar com um estupro infantil.&lt;br /&gt;Pra se estar sóbrio é preciso um esforço diário e engolir a política brava do país ou talvez almejar uma posição no planalto e ser um carniceiro tão bom, capaz de enriquecer os bolsos e condenar almas.&lt;br /&gt;Pra se estar sóbrio é preciso não acreditar em ninguém, apenas ser rude e individualista.&lt;br /&gt;Pra se estar sóbrio é preciso matar o coração de alguém em benefício próprio, ser vagabunda ou vigarista rende mais hoje em dia...&lt;br /&gt;Pra ser estar sóbrio é preciso meter bem a mão no dinheiro do povo desta terra e fazer uma dança qualquer lá no senado.&lt;br /&gt;Pra ser estar sóbrio é preciso saber cantar o hino brasileiro com a mão no peito e não errar a letra e nem fazer feio e deixar ao final do dia nossas crianças morrerem de fome.&lt;br /&gt;Pra se estar sóbrio, basta saber dançar o Than, rebolar muito bem, dar close da bunda na tv e dizer que quer fazer política quando crescer...&lt;br /&gt;Pra se estar sóbrio, é preciso ser bem competente, saber ser dissimulado e se dar bem a custa de inocentes.&lt;br /&gt;Pra estar sóbrio, é preciso estar de olhos fechados e fazer de conta...&lt;br /&gt;Não, não quero estar sóbrio nos dias de hoje, nem fechar meus olhos. Não quero apenas me sentar e ver o noticiário ao final do dia e dormir em paz com minha sobriedade, quero abrir meu coração e saber que tenho humanidade, ainda que todo o resto esteja sóbrio demais para entender o significado de ajudar o próximo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ju..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-1646971766247763797?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/1646971766247763797/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=1646971766247763797' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/1646971766247763797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/1646971766247763797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2009/09/sobriedade-de-cada-dia.html' title='A SOBRIEDADE DE CADA DIA...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SrIzpPuEb5I/AAAAAAAAAUg/WodFSyBQamQ/s72-c/o+que+move+a+humanidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-780713687945604363</id><published>2009-09-17T03:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T06:02:48.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SÓ POR AMAR DIFERENTE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/70_mj-Kyid0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/70_mj-Kyid0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-780713687945604363?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/780713687945604363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=780713687945604363' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/780713687945604363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/780713687945604363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-por-amara-diferente.html' title='SÓ POR AMAR DIFERENTE...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-3005712820853533826</id><published>2009-09-14T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:41:47.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PATRICK SWAYZE... 1952 - 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Reze muito, assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Senhor, dê -me serenidade para aceitar as coisas que não posso mudar, coragem para mudar as coisas que não posso aceitar e sabedoria para esconder os corpos daqueles pessoas que eu tiver que matar por estarem me enchendo muito o saco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Também, ajude -me a ser corajosa com os calos em que piso hoje, pois, eles podem estar diretamente conectados aos sacos que terei de puxar amanhã...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ajude -me sempre a dar 100% de mim, em meu trabalho: 12% na Segunda - Feria; 23% na Terça- Feira; 40% na Quarta - Feira; 20% na Quinta - Feira e 5% na Sexta - Feira...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;E ajude - me Senhor, a sempre lembrar, quando estiver tendo um dia realmentre ruim e todos parecerem estar me enlouquecendo, que são necessários 42 músculos para socar alguém, 17 para sorrir e apenas 4 para estender meu dedo médio e mandá -lo tomar no c...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Que assim seja. Amém....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-3003174754523305154?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/3003174754523305154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=3003174754523305154' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/3003174754523305154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/3003174754523305154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2009/09/humor-oracao-para-estress-no-trabalho.html' title='HUMOR: ORAÇÃO PARA ESTRESS NO TRABALHO...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SqouemISteI/AAAAAAAAAUI/-t-UG9c8z88/s72-c/stess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-676466968807744975</id><published>2009-09-11T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T03:46:21.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POEMA DE MANHÃ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SqooWq6caVI/AAAAAAAAAUA/zV1sHIWwgDg/s1600-h/monet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380157074789132626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SqooWq6caVI/AAAAAAAAAUA/zV1sHIWwgDg/s320/monet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Eu  Te Amo em cada manhã chuvosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Quando digo que não amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Em cada beijo fugidio que concedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Em cada expressão de medo, no meu olhar errante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Eu Te Amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Em cada noite estrelada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Quando digo que deliro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Em cada beijo relutante que concedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Em cada suspiro do meu coração ausente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Eu Te Amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Cada vez que minha mão toca teu corpo e  meus dedos percorrem teus contornos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ainda que diga que não amo, elas dizem por mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Te Amo sim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Querem guardar tua imagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Eu Te Amo assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Simples como não sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;No Coração relutante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;No olhar que chove, perdido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Nas mãos fugidias, livres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Que esculpem teus contornos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Em cada madrugada errante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Eu Te Amo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Na confiança ausente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Na evidência gritante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Nas noites em que deliro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Te Amo em cada suspiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dos males que presumo e até nos sonhos que não tenho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Nas dores que imagino...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Eu Te Amo assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Nesse Momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Nas nuvens brancas que invento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;O Meu amor assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Simples assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;O meu amor e eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Para sempre assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;O Meu amor que é teu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Autor: Nalú Nogueira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-676466968807744975?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/676466968807744975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=676466968807744975' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/676466968807744975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/676466968807744975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2009/09/poema-de-manha.html' title='POEMA DE MANHÃ...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SqooWq6caVI/AAAAAAAAAUA/zV1sHIWwgDg/s72-c/monet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-4797300729142265080</id><published>2009-09-09T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T08:13:38.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AFRICA 2010...COPA EM PROL DA HUMANIDADE???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SqfGGtrTuSI/AAAAAAAAAT4/v4hDQGf7k1Y/s1600-h/aids1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379486098560104738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SqfGGtrTuSI/AAAAAAAAAT4/v4hDQGf7k1Y/s320/aids1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um pouco cedo para escrever sobre a Copa do Mundo Fifa 2010, na África do Sul- em torno de 275 Dias.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O maior evento já ostentado por este continente, luxo, o qual espera - se que a rentabilidade seja revertida à favor do povo africano, assolados pela fome e pela Aids generalizada, afinal, com o $$ usado para a construção dos cinco novos estádios para a Copa, a estimativa é de que seja um público significativo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Gastos, 30 bilhões de rands ( em torno de R$ 6,363 bilhões), para a aorganização. Que o Evento, tenha, além de uma fator Econômico Lucrativo, uma Fator Humano, principalmente, no que tange 59% da população de toda África, portadores do vírus HIV. Dos 5,3 bilhões de pessoas portadoras de vírus no continente africando, 1% realiza o tratamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O restante morre sem ao menos saber que possuiam a doença.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A previsão da Nações Unidas, é de que a Aids mate mais de 22 milhões de homens, mulheres e crianças no decorrer da próxima década na África.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Só no ano passado, foram 2 milhões de mortos, com uma média de 5.500 funerais a cada dia na África; 25 % só no Zimbábue e Botsuana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nas áreas rurais da África é comum crianças orfãs...Destacando -se , as meninas, que casam com 12 ou 13 anos de idade, que passam pelo mesmo processo, um círculo vicioso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Intercala - se a questão da fome. Os orfãos, os quais , os parentes deveriam arcar com sua tutela, não têm como alimentá -los e o pouco dinheiro que possuem gastam com dotes para o noivo da menina de 12 anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A morte tornou - se banal na África, existe oções de compra de caixões na esquina mais próxima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Um rastro de 360.000 pessoas portadores do vírus HIV - Pobreza, Falta de Informação e Guerra, que produzem um efeito quase que retardado, dizima a África. A cada 3 infectados no Planeta, pelo menos 2 vivem na África.África dossonhos??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A cada minuto, oito novos doentes, surgem no continente, 50 mil estupros por ano occorrem na África do Sul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Copa 2010;;;; Será a Copa em Prol da Humanidade???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&gt; 22,5 Milhõs de pessoas estão contaminadas pela Aids nos países Africanos - 2/3 do Total Mundial Infectado;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- &gt; 90% das Crianças infectadas no mundo, moram na África;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- &gt; 1,5 Milhões de pessoas morreram desde o começo da Epidemia na África;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- &gt; 43% das Mulheres Grávidas Africanas, possuem o vírus HIV;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- &gt; de 40% será a redução da Expectativa de vida em decorrência da AIDS na África ( de 70 p/ 41 anos);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- &gt; 25 % dos trabalhadores de mineradoras na África, têm a doernça;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- &gt; 75 % dos Africanos esperam pela morte ou por salvação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Fontes : ( Revista Zero Hora/Youtube: I´am because we are)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Assistam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mulheres,dotadas de mãos suaves e ternas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que aconchegam e dão carinho...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porém, ao mesmo tempo firmes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para transmitir segurança na hora certa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mulheres,dotadas de olhos brilhantes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olhos que fitam com doçura...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olhos que transmitem o que está guardado dentro da sua alma...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olhos que não sabem mentir...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mulheres,dotadas de lábios delicados...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lábios que falam de Deus...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sobre o Universo e de toda a criação...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lábios que cantam poemas sobre a vida...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lábios que são as portas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que deixam escapar a verdadeira voz do amor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mulheres,que demonstram seu sofrimento...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da forma sincera e humana que existe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas, que também não conseguem esconder, quando estão completamente felizes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mulheres,que sentem orgulho de serem mulheres...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo sabendo todos os riscos que correm ,pelo fato de ser...Mulher.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;( Autor: Sandra Mara Herzer)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-6451180255237187134?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/6451180255237187134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=6451180255237187134' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-8262012588926076820</id><published>2009-09-03T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T11:01:34.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E ELA CANTOU NO TOM MERECIDO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SqAEc0NoCFI/AAAAAAAAATY/_hA3jt3yijM/s1600-h/Vanusa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377302848179013714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SqAEc0NoCFI/AAAAAAAAATY/_hA3jt3yijM/s320/Vanusa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o assunto da Semana rendeu: Cantora disse que tomou calmante e remédio contra labirintite antes de se apresentar na Assembleia Legislativa de São Paulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Primeiro Encontro Estadual de Agentes Públicos, na Assembléia Legislativa de São Paulo, Vanusa canta o Hino Nacional indisposta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vanusa ,61 anos, cantora experiente ,sofre indisposição ocasionada por remédias em apresentação na Assembléia Legislativa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há duas vertentes : - Por que o mestre de Cêrimonias, constatando que a mesma não estava bem, não a retirou do programa da casa...e uma falha da Vanusa, não disposta, tentar concluir tal apresentação...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A verdade é que ela estava no lugar certo para errar, envergonhar ...E os nossos políticos o que tanto praticam ali???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deveria cantar todos os dias durante as discussões ridículas que às vezes tem no Senado ou no dias que o Presidente soltar uma pérola... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deveria cantar também antes de todas as CPIs e nas marmeladas de Brasília. Resumindo: querendo ou não, ela interpretou o hino conforme a situação atual da política deste país maravilhoso em mãos tão sujas.﻿...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não trata - se de apologia, mesmo porque acredito que ela deveria ter se retirado de tal apresentação... vamos párar de de avaliar se Vanusa estava ou não bêbada e vamos atrás da verdadeira manguaça que está escondida nas Assembléias e Planaltos da Vida....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-8262012588926076820?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' 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width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SqAEc0NoCFI/AAAAAAAAATY/_hA3jt3yijM/s72-c/Vanusa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-8564370350870846837</id><published>2009-09-03T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T10:07:52.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PARA OUVIR COM ELA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/Sp_3u4AU1WI/AAAAAAAAATQ/b0ZjkmNtPUQ/s1600-h/evolver1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377288864783455586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/Sp_3u4AU1WI/AAAAAAAAATQ/b0ZjkmNtPUQ/s320/evolver1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It gets harder every day,but I can't seem to shake the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm trying to find the words to say, please say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's written all over my face, I can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Function the same when you're not here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm calling your name and no one's there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And I hope one day you'll see nobody has it easy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I still can't believe you found somebody new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;But I wish you the best, I guess.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Cause everybody knows, that nobody really knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;How to make it work, or how to ease the hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;We've heard it all before, that everybody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;How to make it right,I wish we gave it one more try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;One more tryOne more try'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Cause everybody knows,&lt;br /&gt;but nobody really knows&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what the people say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;They brought it all in anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Baby don't fill up your headwith he-said, she-saidIt seems like you just don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The radio's on, you tuning me out,I'm trying to speak, you're turning me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And I hope one dayyou'll see nobody has it easy,I still can't believe you found somebody new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;But I wish you the best, I guess.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Cause everybody knows, that nobody really knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;How to make it work, or how to ease the hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;We've heard it all before, that everybody knows ...How to make it right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I wish we gave it one more try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;One more try One more try One more try‘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Cause everybody knows,but nobody really knows&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wish you'd understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Oh, just an ordinary man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Listen we'd have known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Everybody knows,but nobody really knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And I know one day you'll see,nobody has it easyI still can't believeyou found somebody newI wish you the best,I guess.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everybody knows,that nobody really knows...How to make it work,or how to ease the hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;We've heard it all before,that everybody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;How to make it right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I wish we gave itone more try One more try One more try One more try'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Cause everybody knows,but nobody really knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;( Música: Everbody Knows - John Legend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-8564370350870846837?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/Sp_3u4AU1WI/AAAAAAAAATQ/b0ZjkmNtPUQ/s72-c/evolver1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-6794656604996958578</id><published>2009-09-02T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T10:48:20.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUEM QUER PIRAR, QUE TOME UM LEXOTAN...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/Sp6vAzXf2WI/AAAAAAAAATI/9MdaWCtcErQ/s1600-h/Lexotan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376927433450576226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 59px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/Sp6vAzXf2WI/AAAAAAAAATI/9MdaWCtcErQ/s320/Lexotan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois é, quem nunca se viu naquela situação onde é eminente e indispensável dar um fora....&lt;br /&gt;Sim, aquela situação desagradável, que você diz, poxa não estou afim!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh momento difícil, são diversas as formas de se dar uma fora em alguém...&lt;br /&gt;Agressivo : Não rola, não faz meu tipo.....Sútil: Poxa estou em outro momento ( sempre optei pelo sutil),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contudo, , o fato principal, não é você dispensar aquela garota ou garoto, o fatoto principal ocorre , quando a pessoa não aceita sua negativa.&lt;br /&gt;Acreditem e sei que muitas aqui já passaram por isso: - Olha não dá, não quero, não vou dar continuidade nisso... e lá vai a garota; entra em revolta constante, te xingar, cortar os pulsos, usar os piores adjetivos contra você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim... existe!!! Alguns casos, ocorrem até pichações públicas, para outros uma ataque de histeria... Como ? O quê? Por que você não me quer ???...Você não me quer, eu sabia, você não presta, está fechada para o mundo....E aí de você dar brecha, tentar ser educada, gentil, brincar para quebrar o gelo....a maluca fantasia mil histórias na cabeça e ainda diz que é tua culpa...Cuidado...Atenção para estas...Elas não entendem a frase...pô sou legal, , não estou te dando mole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, existem as recalcadas de plantão, que não aceitam o não como resposta, nem a negativa, independe se foi um fora sutil ou não....&lt;br /&gt;Para estas, existe um remédio maravilhoso...o Lexotan: Quer Pirar , tome um Lexotan...&lt;br /&gt;O importante é não nos forçarmos só para atender ao desejo de outrem, não nos forçamos por pena ou dó, neste casos, seria crueldade...Infelizmente não podemos agradar a todos e as dispensadas de plantão que se conformem com isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dispense, use da sutileza, se não resolver,, converse...Se não resolver e a dispensada, usar das táticas :- meu Mundo Caiu , Você não Presta, Você que não sabe o que está Perdendo ahhhhh eu vou me matar... Ignore - a e vá ser feliz....Se possível dê um telefone de uma farmácia mais próxima para que ela peça um Lexxxx.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia Lindo!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-6794656604996958578?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/6794656604996958578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=6794656604996958578' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/6794656604996958578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/6794656604996958578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2009/09/quem-quer-pirar-que-tome-um-lexotan.html' title='QUEM QUER PIRAR, QUE TOME UM LEXOTAN...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/Sp6vAzXf2WI/AAAAAAAAATI/9MdaWCtcErQ/s72-c/Lexotan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-5743786670859344079</id><published>2009-08-30T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T11:18:22.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IGUAIS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KQFrrajdrFM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KQFrrajdrFM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-5743786670859344079?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/5743786670859344079/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=5743786670859344079' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/5743786670859344079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/5743786670859344079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2009/08/iguais.html' title='IGUAIS...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-4380824621903703032</id><published>2009-08-27T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T09:39:05.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O BEIJO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/Spa2IfwcWjI/AAAAAAAAATA/LngoE_a_GIQ/s1600-h/lingua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374683462393158194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/Spa2IfwcWjI/AAAAAAAAATA/LngoE_a_GIQ/s320/lingua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A língua, a saliva, os dentes ...Meus olhos estão fechados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A língua, a saliva, os dentes&lt;br /&gt;Meus lábios estão abertos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Agora meus olhos abriram...Meus olhos molharam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Agora seus olhos abriram... Seus olhos me olharam&lt;br /&gt;O olho olha e beija ...A mão segura e beija...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O nariz respira e beija ...A boca come e beija...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O sexo goza e beija ...O ouvido ouve e beija&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;( Música : - O Beijo - Kid Abelha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-4380824621903703032?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/4380824621903703032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=4380824621903703032' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/4380824621903703032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/4380824621903703032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-beijo.html' title='O BEIJO...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/Spa2IfwcWjI/AAAAAAAAATA/LngoE_a_GIQ/s72-c/lingua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-4354364107553890509</id><published>2009-08-26T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T06:23:34.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CULTURA LES... VISIBILIDADE LÉSBICA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SpU1BwmWJ4I/AAAAAAAAAS4/9w78DHmbd4Y/s1600-h/visibilidade+lesbica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374260034678433666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SpU1BwmWJ4I/AAAAAAAAAS4/9w78DHmbd4Y/s320/visibilidade+lesbica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Menininhas 29 /08 - Dia da Visibilidade Lésbica...Agenda cheia , com muita coisa boa!!Aproveitem...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;29/08 - Dia da Visibilidade Lésbica. Refere- se ao I Seminário Nacional de Lésbicas (SENALE) realizado no Rio de Janeiro em 1996. Seminário que teve grande relevância por ter dado visibilidade às reinvidicações do movimento lésbico.. E para comemorar esta data , segue um roteiro com datas e eventos que ocorrerão:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brasília:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;30/08 - Oficinas com entrada franca : 09:00h às 13: 00h &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Utilização da Lei Maria da Penha nos casos de lesbofobia"14:30 às 17:00 hs - "Wen Do – Técnicas de defesa pessoal para mulheres" - Local: Associação Sócio-Cultural Radicais Livres S.A – São Sebastião / DFEndereço: Rua 49, Casa 90, Vila Nova&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;31/08 - IV Parada Lésbica de Brasília&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Campinas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;29/08 - Mostra de Fotografia (In)Visíveis - organizada pela comissão de mulheres lésbicas e bissexuais do Fórum LGBT de Campinas (Grupos: MO.LE.CA, Identidade, NUDU - Núcleo de Diversidade da Unicamp, E-Jovem) - Horário: das 08:00 hs às 17: 00 hs - Local: Centro de Saúde Boa Vista - Endereço: Rua das Acácias, S/N, Vila Boa Vista&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Curitiba:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;29 a 31/08 - II Seminário Paranaense de Lésbicas (SEPALE) - Debates e análises sobre os avanços dos direitos humanos e cidadania da mulher Lésbica e Bissexual do Estado do Paraná. Promovido pela Associação Paranaense de Lésbicas (ARTEMIS) em parceria com a área de Lésbicas do Grupo Dignidade (Diglés) Informações: (41) 3222 3999 e/ou (41) 9177 1686 (Kelly Vasconcellos)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Fortaleza:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;29/08 - Seminário "Visibilidade Lésbica: atitude, respeito, liberdade e Políticas Públicas!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;14:00 hs - Mesa de Abertura&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;14:30 hs - Mesa Temática I: "Lesbianidade e Feminismo"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;16:30 hs - Mesa Temática II: "A cultura lésbica como forma de expressão e atitude!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;18: 00 hs - Mesa Temática III: "O Movimento de Mulheres como sujeito político: desafios e perspectivas" e lançamento do Livro "Seminário Nacional de Lésbicas (SENALE): Um Breve Resgate Histórico", organizado por Marylucia Mesquita&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;20:00 hs - Ato Público pelo fim da Lesbofobia e do Racismo - Local: Auditório do Centro Cultural Dragão do Mar de Arte e CulturaEndereço: Rua Dragão do Mar, 81, Praia de IracemaInformações: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.grupolamce.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.grupolamce.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; e/ou (85) 8690 6467&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Manaus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;29/08 - Ato Público para marcar o Dia da Visibilidade Lésbica, promovido pela Associação Amazonense de Gays, Lésbicas e Travestis (AAGLT) em parceria com a Articulação de Mulheres de Manaus, Associação Garot e Associação Orquídea LGBT - Local: Av. Eduardo Ribeiro com Av. Sete de Setembro, no Centro - Horário: às  09: 30 hs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Natal:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;29/08 - I Caminhada Lésbica pela Cidadania Plena de Natal - Concentração: Rua João Pessoa, às 10: 00 hs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Porto Alegre:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;29/08 - Bate-papo com mulheres ativistas e personalidades da comunidade lésbica local e coquetel para o público, organizados pelos grupos Legau – Lésbicas Gaúchas - e Outra Visão - Horário:às 20:00 hs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;31/08 - Festa para as mulheres apresentada por Valéria Houston (com participação de Ilse Lampert, DJ Patty, Blanca Queiroga) e show de dança flamenca - Local: Venezianos Pub Café Endereço: Rua Joaquim Nabuco, 397, Cidada Baixa - Informações: (51) 3221 9275&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Recife:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;29 e 30/08 - Continuidade da Semana da Visibilidade Lésbica - seminários, Audiência Pública na Assembléia Legislativa de Pernambuco, lançamento oficial do Grupo Luas, além do Campeonato de Futebol de Mulheres realizado pelo Grupo Luas - Informações: (81) 8722 1667 / 8779 4312 / 8766 0765&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Rio de Janeiro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;29/08 - Festa do Dia da Visibilidade Lésbica e lançamento do Projeto Laços e Acasos - Endereço: Rua Monte Alegre, 167, Santa Teresa - Informações: Grupo Arco-Íris: (21) 2215 8844 / 2222 7286 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;29/08 - Mostra de filmes, debates e show de Flávia Maqui, promovidos pelo Movimento D´ELLAS - Horário: às 18: 00 hs &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Debates - às 20: 00 hs - show - Local: Bistrô On Night- Endereço: Visconde de Inhaúma, 115, Centro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Santos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;29/08 - Atividades específicas para Lésbicas e Mulheres Bissexuais promovidas pelo grupo LOBAS - Lésbicas Organizadas da Baixada Santista - em parceria com os CTA´s de Santos, Guarujá e Praia Grande; Associação de Promoção e Incentivo à Saúde (APIS), Grupo de Jovens LGBT e Projeto Sentinela (Praia Grande); Associação Vida e Esperança (AVE), CRH, Hipupiara e Negra Cidadã (São Vicente), Centro de Convivência Joana D´Arc (Guarujá)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Programação: Oficinas de Cidadania e Gênero; Sexo mais seguro para as lésbicas e mulheres bissexuais; Apresentação de vídeos temáticos; Banda com música, Mostra de artesanato; Pirofagia; Teatro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Horário: a partir das 15: 00 hs - Local: CTA - Santos - Endereço: Rua: Silva Jardim, 94, Macuco - Informações: (13) 3383 2166&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;São Paulo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29/08 - Encerramento da IV Semana da Visibilidade Lésbica com noite de autógrafos da escritora Anita Costa, criadora da personagem lésbica Katita- Horário: a partir das 19h30 -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Local: Livraria HQ Mix Endereço: Praça Roosevelt entre as ruas Augusta e Consolação Informações: (11) 3113 9762&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-4354364107553890509?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/4354364107553890509/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=4354364107553890509' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/4354364107553890509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/4354364107553890509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2009/08/cultura-les-visibilidade-lesbica.html' title='CULTURA LES... VISIBILIDADE LÉSBICA'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SpU1BwmWJ4I/AAAAAAAAAS4/9w78DHmbd4Y/s72-c/visibilidade+lesbica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-958326538854863150</id><published>2009-08-24T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T05:40:24.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ESSA SOU EU!!! A ESSÊNCIA NÃO MUDA E PONTO - UM CONTO PÓS TRAUMÁTICO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SpLS9uYqu6I/AAAAAAAAASo/-JVbcFCM9iY/s1600-h/0807_lesbicas_cortada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373589263271771042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SpLS9uYqu6I/AAAAAAAAASo/-JVbcFCM9iY/s320/0807_lesbicas_cortada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Menininhas diversas vezes escrevi sobre a essência que não muda o fato der lésbica , gay o que seja, está inserido em nós...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PoiS bem vou contar a experiência que tive, um conto Pós Traumático...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, como sabem... sofri por amor, enfim, cansei de algumas mentiras e algumas vigarices da ex...Grandes marcas deixadas por alguém sem caráter e sem alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrei em coma profundo....passado o coma ressurgi, forte, confiante, toda poderosa , com a plena certeza de que eu mudaria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiz algo que digo , (não façam) louco, insano ....Acordei um belo dia desiludida da vida...Chega!!! Pára Tudo!! Vou namorar com pepinos , digo, meninos,porque é mais fácil..(.que pensamento não!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então tá né!!! Eis que ... algumas baladinhas, alguns encontros , algumas ficadinhas por aí com alguns meninos, muito beijo na boca ( lembrando que não tenho nada contra os meninos, eu os adoro, nada contra os e as bi, etc, etc).&lt;br /&gt;Lembro - me bem quando fiquei com o primeiro menino...foi estranho, o beijo,a pegada, que há muito tempo tinha deixado pra trás, tudo muito novo e muito esquisito ao memso tempo , algo ali me incomodava, não sei o que mas, me incomodava e após os beijos, voltava para casa ...Mudei...mudei vou procurar um namorado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh tá...Pensava isso e ao mesmo tempo pensava em todas as gurias que já fiquei e como o beijo , o toque, o carícia era extremamente diferente e mais gostoso.. Isso é inquestionável e ponto!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não que eu não tivesse ficado with a boy, anteriormente, mas, imaginem 26 anos... dos 4 aos 26 sempre louca por meninas, tive meus namoricos héteros, mas sempre na cabeça, gosto de mulher, imaginem, um bom tempo sem beijar garotos ...num dava...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei com o garoto, eis que me passa uma loira linda cheinha, do jeito que gosto, pensava o que estou fazendo aqui, mas vamos beijar que tá bão!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mudei, mudei...uhhh um p... tesão pensando na loira e mudei. Engraçado que neste período de reclusão do meu eu, tudo sobre lesbianismo passava na TV e aquela água na boca de beijar uma garota não saía da cabeça...Pensava em pernas ,pensava em seios, pensava nas mãos, pensava naqueles traços perfeitos e delicados!!! Boca aberta....logo fechada..não Ju..concentra, concentra....menino !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu idiotamente relutava, não....não é isso... vou mudar minha essência...vou mudar ..eu mudei, mudei galera ...( Uhummmm!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Passado alguns dias, encontrei um garoto diferente, gente boa, que procurava algo além de uma noite, ficamos....trocamos fones, super estranho, geralmente euzinha que quero trocar fones, que abro porta do carro, que envio flores e tal, sendo ali paquerada por um macho, era muito estranho, contudo, gostei do papo e as conversas telefônicas seguiram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marcamos um novo encontro..eu toda lady como sempre, lindinha, gata, cheirosa, mas alguma coisa ainda me incomodava, o bofe todo lindo, cheiroso, mas os olhos aqui que a terra há de comer, insistiam em seguir as pernocas de meninas que passavam por mim, mas que coisa Ju, tira isso do pensamento, concentra , concentra na boca do rapaz....língua... boca, beijo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, definitivamente não era mesma coisa . não era... concentra aí neguinha, beijando..Opa beijando de olhos abertos e olhando para uma menina...Pode??? Num Pode!!! Ju tome jeito.....&lt;br /&gt;Volto pra casa mais uma semana... conversa e mais um encontro... beijos , beijos amassos, não dava , pensava o tempo todo eu na cama com uma gata....e ficava pensando Caraaaa ...se isso se estender!!! Imagina eu na cama com ele...affff, já experimentei boys, são bons, mas tem algo ali que não vai....É meninas, de repente deve ser isso mesmo que vocês pensaram!!! ( muitos rssssss) Num Dá, há o encaixe , mas, não gosto!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, conversas e encontros se estenderam mais uma vez..eu eu cheia de mágoas e de rancores, pela ex...fui em frente vou mudar, não serei mais assim..( Cuco!!! como não serei mais Ju....)&lt;br /&gt;Enfim... o rapaz gostou e me pediu em namoro, neste dia todas as coisas passaram pelo meu ser, aceito ou não, vou ou não , arrisco ou não...arrisquei...Moço firmeza... eu vou, Mesmo o coração, cabeça, voltados em uma só idéia, : Você gosta de mulher porra , porque esta fazendo isso...Aceitei o namoro!!!afff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que foram as 3 semanas mais angustiantes da minha vida, eu chorei, eu ri, eu remei contra maré, contava a amigos que estava namorando, para aqueles que sabiam, diziam, que???? Eu pois é mudei, estou namorando um menino, não quero saber mais de mulher na minha vida não... E por dentro aquele aperto, aquele sentimento de nó na garaganta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao mesmo tempo, para os mais chegados eu questionava, questionava até não poder mais, questionava a minha atitude e ao mesmo tempo discutia quando diziam Ju.....eu acho que não é isso...você está se anulando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, a 1ª semana tensa, o rapaz ligava, eu , ora inventava uma dor de cabeça, ora inventava, sono... ora não inventava nada, e dizia oi Lindo como foi seu dia, aquilo era sufocante, não era a Ju, não poderia ser a Ju...Nunca o maltratei, pois minhas angústias eram minhas e não dele...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um rapaz muito responsável, com todos os quesitos que muitas mulheres ( interprete aqui héteros) buscam... Segunda semana não dava, eu queria, precisava de uma menina, angustiada por dois motivos, procurei uma amiga de anos e cheguei a uma conclusão, não era o fato de mudar, não era o fato de querer seguir pelo caminho fácil...Minha essência não era aquela, eu não conseguia ser a Ju, nem no beijo, nem no toque, eu queria uma menina e precisava de uma menina, estava sufocando e castrando meu ser... para seguir os padrões e para sufocar dores, porém, o que mais pesava era que aquele não era meu caráter, não me permito machucar ninguém...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como sabem, namorei há 2 anos com uma garota que só trouxe dor, que possui um relacionamento com um rapaz há 4 anos a ponto de se casar e mentiu de todas as formas possíveis, dei todas chances a ela e ela fez sua escolha ,muito embora ainda , continue procurando a mim ..Eu não permiti que ela machucasse o moço,porque eu me permitiria machucar alguém?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na 3ª semana sentamos e conversamos, disse que não estava pronta para assumir um namoro e nem sentimento, disse que meu caminho era outro e gostaria que ele fosse feliz, ele compreendeu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que a Essência e Caráter não mudam, não podem ser trocadas, não podem ser alteradas, eu optei pelo caminho mais difícil sim!!! E tenho orgulho disso, não adianta querer bagunçar tudo , espalhar tudo e tentar ser o que os outros querem só para aparecer bonitinha na foto, só para estancar dores..não!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A essência está ali e ela é mais forte que eu,você, é preciso muito estômago e muita POKER FACE ( vulgo, Cara de Pau mesmo) para mascarar sentimentos, para mascarar vontades, esta na veia , no sangue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me permitiria brincar com sentimentos de outrem...jamais e talvez por isso o caráter e o fato de ser LÉSBICA, emanem tão forte em mim...&lt;br /&gt;Não ... não sigo pelo caminho mais fácil, não vou seguir , porque minha alma é lésbica, não vou cortar meus pulsos e ser o que não sou, usar disfarces como uma fuga constante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser autêntica, quero ter alma livre para amar, nada contra héteros , bi, nada disso, porque algumas pessoas podem entender desta forma, aqui tentei demonstrar que não adianta fugir do seu ser, do íntimo, ele está lá tão forte como o Sol, tão forte como o eixo particular de cada um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você não escolhe, você é!!!,Eu não irei calar, castrar-me, não vou...porque tenho orgulho se der quem sou e como sou....&lt;br /&gt;Caminhos mais fáceis são atrativos, mas, não são os mais felizes....Prefiro continuar com minha dignidade e com minha essência, jamais manteria um relacionamento 4/ 5/ 10 /20 anos com um homem, sabendo do meu amor por uma mulher, jamais brincaria com os sentimentos dele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De volta a vida bandida ...Sempre. O que eu vi??? Bem não me vi deitada com um homem numa cama, me vi deitada com uma linda mulher ( quando digo linda, digo linda de alma), me vi olhando fundo nos olhos dela e sorrindo, me vi dizendo Eu Te Amo nos lábios dela e as duas envoltas em um lençol.&lt;br /&gt;Quando me vi, me vi brigando muito numa tarde domingo com ela, mas terminando esta mesma tarde fazendo amor e deitada em seus braços.&lt;br /&gt;Eu me vi e ainda vejo... Essa sou eu  a Ju, a menininha que ama menininhas!!!! E há de chegar o dia em que ela virá...linda e radiante...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-958326538854863150?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/958326538854863150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=958326538854863150' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/958326538854863150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/958326538854863150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2009/08/esdsa-sou-eu-essencia-nao-mudae-ponto.html' title='ESSA SOU EU!!! 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/&gt;Te ganhar ou perder sem engano&lt;br /&gt;É, eu preciso dizer que eu te amo tanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já nem sei se eu tô misturando&lt;br /&gt;Eu perco o sono&lt;br /&gt;Lembrando em cada riso teu&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer bandeira&lt;br /&gt;Fechando e abrindo a geladeira&lt;br /&gt;A noite inteira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso dizer que eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;Te ganhar ou perder sem engano&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso dizer que eu te amo tanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Bebel/ Cazuza/ Dé&lt;br /&gt;Voz: Cazuza&lt;/strong&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/6583602530067747967-7689563893797366675?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/7689563893797366675/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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title='TAINTED LOVE...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-5551379881120271207</id><published>2009-08-16T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T10:15:08.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/Sog97cRXS2I/AAAAAAAAASQ/dXX9LeGpj-8/s1600-h/coracao_rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370610647049915234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/Sog97cRXS2I/AAAAAAAAASQ/dXX9LeGpj-8/s320/coracao_rosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cortados os pulsos e morrer de tanto sangrar...&lt;br /&gt;Sangrar por tudo aquilo que não foi e nem será...&lt;br /&gt;Procurei um caminho mais curto e mais fácil, para apagar todo o mal feito...&lt;br /&gt;Não, não foi fácil, castrar a minha própria essência, buscando um refúgio, para alguns isto é o mais fácil...não para mim!!!&lt;br /&gt;Estou voltando, pela aquela mesma estrada, que me fez seguir adiante, porque é exatamente aqui que meu coração pertence, é aqui que estou e sempre ficarei...&lt;br /&gt;Chorei, em uma noite solitária lavei minha alma até cansar, chorei, rasguei todas as lembranças, todos os sonhos, todo o meu amor, rasguei até cansar, joguei no lixo, tudo , absolutamente tudo, fiquei vazia, quis ser o que não poderia ser e foi tão forte e tão intenso dentro de mim, que mais uma vez voltei as minhas origens, tão segura e verdadeira de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Estou aqui novamente, sendo quem realmente sou e quanto àquelas pessoas que insistem em usar máscaras, lamento!!!&lt;br /&gt;Não é possível sufocar o coração, nem a essência, é possível, sim, livrar – se daquilo que nos torna atordoados e cegas, daquilo que nos machuca, porém, nunca de nossa essência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;´´Seria muito mais fácil, eu ter um macho ( nada contra aos machos eu os adoro...kkkk)para , tirar fotos de mãos dadas com ele, magoá -lo e comer as menininhas por aí e posar de boa filha, iludir alguém, com juras de amor, sabendo que estou a ponto de casar, só para manter meu status perfeitinho!!!``&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A todas amigas e amigos, que sabem da minha história, agradeço o apoio, infinitamente... Pri, valeu pelas palavras e pela força, desculpem pelo desabafo acima, mas é um desabafo necessário...eu voltei....e completamente apaixonada por mim e pelo que sou...A você que decidiu ir pelo atalho mais fácil, boa sorte!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-5551379881120271207?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/5551379881120271207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=5551379881120271207' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/5551379881120271207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/5551379881120271207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2009/08/cortados-os-pulsos-e-morrer-de-tanto.html' title=''/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/Sog97cRXS2I/AAAAAAAAASQ/dXX9LeGpj-8/s72-c/coracao_rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-3732437495510149997</id><published>2009-08-16T09:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T09:13:37.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COMING SOON...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/Sogv57QC6BI/AAAAAAAAASI/2QNiBJFWDMQ/s1600-h/breve1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370595227843356690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/Sogv57QC6BI/AAAAAAAAASI/2QNiBJFWDMQ/s320/breve1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-3732437495510149997?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/3732437495510149997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=3732437495510149997' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/3732437495510149997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/3732437495510149997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2009/08/coming-soon.html' title='COMING SOON...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/Sogv57QC6BI/AAAAAAAAASI/2QNiBJFWDMQ/s72-c/breve1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-1050960650413846616</id><published>2009-06-29T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T09:01:28.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAS AS ROSAS SÃO BRANCAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SkjlLL9MFlI/AAAAAAAAAR4/wFk_HvJFCdc/s1600-h/flor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352780137480590930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SkjlLL9MFlI/AAAAAAAAAR4/wFk_HvJFCdc/s320/flor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;´´Todas as Rosas são brancas e tão brancas como minha pena e não são rosas brancas porque nevou sobre elas. Antes tiveram o íris. Também sobre a Alma neva. A neve da Alma tem copos de beijos e cenas que se fundiram na Sombra ou na luz de quem as pensa.``&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                      ( Federico García Lorca)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-1050960650413846616?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/1050960650413846616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=1050960650413846616' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/1050960650413846616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/1050960650413846616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2009/06/todas-as-rosas-sao-brancas.html' title='TODAS AS ROSAS SÃO BRANCAS'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SkjlLL9MFlI/AAAAAAAAAR4/wFk_HvJFCdc/s72-c/flor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-3487505075663092789</id><published>2009-06-29T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T08:54:46.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABAIXO E ACIMA DA BANDEIRA GLBT...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SkjjvX18rxI/AAAAAAAAARw/6L6Bw8IGCP4/s1600-h/respeito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352778560123481874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SkjjvX18rxI/AAAAAAAAARw/6L6Bw8IGCP4/s320/respeito.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Esperei baixar a poeira e os ânimos esfriarem para comentar a cerca da Parada Gay deste Ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levanto a bandeira do Respeito e em prol do meu direito, do seu...enfim...&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que não freqüento a Parada há anos...Por quê ?&lt;br /&gt;Porque perdeu o foco, o que era um manifesto tornou – se carnaval fora de época...&lt;br /&gt;Encontrava- se amigos e velhos amigos e todos discutiam, andávamos de mãos dadas exigindo respeito... Hoje anda- se de mãos dadas, uma parte, não todos, que estão ali presentes, para alguns ; estes acham que ó último dia de suas vidas....e em frente a milhares querem despejar a o fato de ser oprimidos pela sociedade...sexo rola solto, a falta de pudor extrema, o que enseja mais ainda a homofobia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou Puritana, porém , se quero Respeito, se quero que meus Direitos sejam apreciados e aceitos, preciso cumprir com meus deveres, um deles Respeito Mútuo ao próximo.&lt;br /&gt;Não estou dizendo que não podemos Beijar, nos abraçarmos, enfim, demonstrar que somos qualquer casala...porém até para manifestação de carinho em público há limites...Como mencionei não sou puritana e nem pretendo ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que a Parada se foi há muito tempo...Roubos, Furtos, Agressões, agressões sofridas por aqueles que não nos aceitam e agressões no próprio meio, não vamos confundir Liberdade com Libertinagem..., conceitos completamente diferentes...Neste ponto confesso que para mim, a Parada virou sinônimo de Vergonha... O rumo que está tomando o Dia do Orgulho gay e sua parada muito mal elaborada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divulgo sim, porque acredito que muitas pessoas ali, seguem em prol de mostrar de fato que somos tão humanos quanto os demais, apesar de nossas orientações sexuais e que isto não nos torna desiguais....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero respeito, ascendendo uma fogueira de vaidades e gerando brigas? Quero respeito mostrando a promiscuidade ampla? Quero respeito servindo de palhaço da mídia? Não quero Respeito Digno....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um fato curioso é como a mídia compõe a parada como um evento quase que folclórico, também subverte os fatos..o Acidente na Parada Gay, ora, pessoas foram feridas justamente pela não aceitação, justamente pela falta de Respeito explicitamente em cada um...A mídia trata o foco da Parada e o Atentado ocorrido de forma fugaz, pura e simplesmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos contribuíram, sejamos nós gays e lésbicas, seja os homofóbicos, seja os simpatizantes, seja a organização do evento, a falta de policiamento efetivo, a mídia e seu sensacionalismo em disparate, a mídia e sua falta de atenção a um fato gravíssimo, aqueles que foram agredidos e se omitem por medo,falta de respeitos dos clubes , que muitos de nós frequentam ou já frequentaram... todos contribuíram e contribuem para a falta de Respeito em massa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porém, ainda creio que os maiores culpados, são aqueles que não se dão ao Respeito...&lt;br /&gt;Se quero ser respeito preciso mostrar que tenho Orgulho sim do que sou, no entanto, de forma digna e Limpa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso não implica a maioria, porém a uma boa parte de todos nós...quando algo sério, passa a ser visto como Folclore, como uma Oportunidade para colocáramos nossos instintos para fora, quem irá se preocupar em preservar a integridade das pessoas envolvidas, se grande parte não mostra a integridade para os demais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repudio qualquer forma de agressão, atentado a um ser e espero que os casos sejam apurados de fato...mas, vamos abrir nossos olhos e ver onde estamos errando...&lt;br /&gt;Gritar de forma Digna pelos nossos direitos sim, mas, sem nos limitarmos aos nossos conceitos de Respeito , somente sem assim para Exigir Respeito..&lt;br /&gt;O que era a Parada pra mim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Parada Gay era uma forma criada pelas pessoas para poder mostrar o que são, que são tão humanas e passivas de Direitos quanto as demais.&lt;br /&gt;Onde há Pessoas divertidas e que não geram m mal a ninguém, é claro que há exceções, porém as exceções estão em todos os sentidos e lugares, independemente de orientação sexual.&lt;br /&gt;A Parada Gay é algo que virou tradição, uma forma bem legal das pessoas se divertirem e se sentirem de alguma forma "em casa", sem deixar a questão precisamos ser ouvidos e respeitados de lado ..Porém, precisamos de respeito em conjunto, para exigirmos e ai sim falaramos em Manifesto em Prol de Igualdade dentro da sociedade em que vivemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que as autoridades apurem de fato o ATENTADO ocorrido....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-3487505075663092789?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/3487505075663092789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=3487505075663092789' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/3487505075663092789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/3487505075663092789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2009/06/abaixo-e-acima-da-bandeira-glbt.html' title='ABAIXO E ACIMA DA BANDEIRA GLBT...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SkjjvX18rxI/AAAAAAAAARw/6L6Bw8IGCP4/s72-c/respeito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-6994352249921759343</id><published>2009-06-29T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T07:40:40.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPREMA FALTA DE JUSTIÇA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SkjGF-9eT6I/AAAAAAAAARo/akLzeC9cDV8/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352745963232317346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SkjGF-9eT6I/AAAAAAAAARo/akLzeC9cDV8/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O Fundo das Nações Unidas para a Infância e Juventude (Unicef) criticou oficialmente a decisão do Superior Tribunal de Justiça (STJ), na última semana, de manter a sentença que absolveu dois clientes por explorarem sexualmente crianças - sob o argumento de que se tratavam de prostitutas conhecidas. O texto relata que os acusados eram José Luiz Barbosa, o Zequinha Barbosa (campeão mundial em 1987 na corrida de 800 metros rasos) e o ex-assessor Luiz Otávio Flores da Anunciação. O Unicef considerou absurda a justificativa do STJ para manter a decisão do Tribunal de Justiça de Mato Grosso do Sul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Um crime, uma vez que as crianças já haviam sido exploradas sexualmente anteriormente por outras pessoas", manifestou em nota a organização. De acordo com o Unicef, a decisão surpreende pelo fato de o Brasil ter assinado a Convenção sobre os Direitos da Criança, em 1990, que convoca os Estados a tomarem todas as medidas necessárias para assegurar que as crianças estejam protegidas da exploração sexual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Além disso, a decisão causa indignação, por causa da insensibilidade do Judiciário para com as circunstâncias de vulnerabilidade às quais as crianças estão submetidas. O fato resulta ainda num precedente perigoso: o de que a exploração sexual é aceitável quando remunerada, como se nossas crianças estivessem à venda no mercado perverso de poder dos adultos." Na nota, o Unicef reitera que "nenhuma criança ou adolescente é responsável por qualquer tipo de exploração sofrida, até mesmo a sexual". Para a ONU, esse tipo de violência representa grave violação dos direitos à dignidade e à integridade física e mental de meninos e meninas. As informações são do jornal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Fonte: Estado de São paulo / Yahoo Notícias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Menininhas: Sem comentários, simplesmente envergonhada por ter escolhido ser Operadora de Direito como profissão...Mais uma vez, aos nossos tão apreciados Desembargadores, Juízes de Direito que se congratulam ao passar pelo Tapete Vermelho da Corte,  os parabéns por mais justificativas descabidas, ´´afinal se abusam de mim e me remuneram , não o que lamentar, sou uma criança que esta se prostituindo todos os  dias mesmo...já sou conhecida na área...``&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-6994352249921759343?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/6994352249921759343/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=6994352249921759343' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/6994352249921759343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/6994352249921759343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2009/06/suprema-falta-de-justica.html' title='SUPREMA FALTA DE JUSTIÇA...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SkjGF-9eT6I/AAAAAAAAARo/akLzeC9cDV8/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-821102160610115954</id><published>2009-06-26T03:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T08:35:29.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR ETERNITY....JUST BEAT IT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SkSjn1x69nI/AAAAAAAAARg/FGwiVQX0qGU/s1600-h/michael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351582162069681778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SkSjn1x69nI/AAAAAAAAARg/FGwiVQX0qGU/s320/michael.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora Sim os anos 80 acabaram...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-821102160610115954?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/821102160610115954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=821102160610115954' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/821102160610115954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/821102160610115954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-eternityjust-beat-it.html' title='FOR ETERNITY....JUST BEAT IT'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SkSjn1x69nI/AAAAAAAAARg/FGwiVQX0qGU/s72-c/michael.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-4762493589903121671</id><published>2009-06-26T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T03:28:18.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIBERIAN GIRL ...BY MICHAEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Azp70d4MugQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Azp70d4MugQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-4762493589903121671?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/4762493589903121671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=4762493589903121671' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/4762493589903121671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/4762493589903121671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2009/06/liberian-girl-by-michael.html' title='LIBERIAN GIRL ...BY MICHAEL'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-3507270627361840424</id><published>2009-06-23T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T09:08:10.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOJE EU PRECISO MUDAR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SkD8HBFO_eI/AAAAAAAAARY/s6kVplQ0gZI/s1600-h/viver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350553554795822562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SkD8HBFO_eI/AAAAAAAAARY/s6kVplQ0gZI/s320/viver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Já acordou com aquela sensação que hoje é necessário e absoluto mudar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mas, o que é necessário mudar ou o que faço para mudar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;O que lhe faz mudar...um grande amor, uma situação, uma indignação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;É necessário antes de partir para qualquer situação mudar a si...lá dentro lá no íntimo, limpar a a casa, para luz entrar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;O que me faz mudar, o que me impulsiona a mudar , o que preciso mudar, não tenha medo de passar uma tarde avaliando, auto avaliando - se e não perca tempo pensando no que poderia ter sido...simplesmente não... e você está aí para que acontença, talvez não da maneira que espera, no entanto , é possível e real...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hoje eu precisei mudar limpar a casa, me afastar dos amigos que me faziam mal, porque de nada acrescentavam à minha vida, retomar meus planos esquecidos por falta de vontade e tomar um tônico e ânimo para continuar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hoje eu preciso mudar...valorizar a mim e aos meus e valorizar toda este amor que há dentro...amor não depende de outrem, o amor , aquele nosso melhor amor, está em nós , está inserido... e isso não muda, as pessoas ao nosso redor que o mudam...acabou não porque você quis, porque simplesmente era o momento e se a fizeram sofrer , lembre - se tem o melhor dentro de ti ...azar de quem perdeu. ( rs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hoje eu preciso mudar...preciso mudar para tornar as imagens que passam diante do meus olhos reais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hoje eu preciso mudar e tentar falar um pouco sobre justiça e respeito e distribuir um pouco da generosidade que falta no mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hoje eu mudei, consertei as portas quebradas, consertei os telhados quebrados pelas duras pedras em meu coração, hoje eu mudei para ser um diferencial em minha sociedade e hoje eu mudo para não sofrer e nem permitir que ninguém sofra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;É isso, tome uma grande ducha, olhe - se no espelho e mude, arranque fora todas as coisas que estão dentro de você...pessoas que fizeram mal, situações que a deixaram mal e mude hoje...mude o seu hoje...Alma Lavada literalmente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Aquele que faz sofrer, certamente lá na frente sentirá o que fez, aquela situação , aquela que te deixou mal, por certo chegará o fim e fará com que aprenda com a vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Só não podemos deitar em uma cama e lamentar, o mundo lá fora não pára, ele é constante, e não deixará de girar enquanto chora, no dia que lavar a casa, chore, chore, coloque os medos, os erros, os gritos calados para fora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hoje eu mudei...simplesmente mudei. Nenhuma garota merece ter o coração partido, por coisas, situações , alguém ou pessoas que simplesmente não acrescentam...Então, como é??? agora que terminou de ler meu post de hoje, vai lá e mude...(rs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-3507270627361840424?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/3507270627361840424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=3507270627361840424' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/3507270627361840424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/3507270627361840424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2009/06/hoje-eu-preciso-mudar.html' title='HOJE EU PRECISO MUDAR...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SkD8HBFO_eI/AAAAAAAAARY/s6kVplQ0gZI/s72-c/viver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-2650734861413632487</id><published>2009-06-17T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T08:36:38.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BROKEN HEARTED GIRL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tIqwVqUQeEA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tIqwVqUQeEA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-2650734861413632487?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/2650734861413632487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=2650734861413632487' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/2650734861413632487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/2650734861413632487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2009/06/broken-hearted-girl.html' title='BROKEN HEARTED GIRL...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-2920772237827442698</id><published>2009-06-10T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T04:50:12.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E SOBRE O DIA DOS NAMORADOS E NAMORADAS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/Si-d7KdjBJI/AAAAAAAAAQs/x966vQc5Q3Q/s1600-h/core.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345664922458195090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/Si-d7KdjBJI/AAAAAAAAAQs/x966vQc5Q3Q/s320/core.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ah sou das últimas românticas sim, gosto destas coisinhas, de Dias dos Namorados, gosto de dar carinho e receber carinho, estar no acalento....&lt;br /&gt;Casadas, namoradas, tanto faz celebrar o Amor, é ato para todos os dias... um ato sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;Abraçar, beijar, dizer ao outro que se importa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Neste 12 de Junho que está por chegar, quero que muitos namorados se beijem, quero que muitas namoradas se beijem, quero que muitos namorados e namoradas se beijem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;E que os corações estejam cientes, que são um do outro, um para outro...&lt;br /&gt;E que os corações possam estar mais unidos, não só neste dia,porém, em todo o caminho da estrada, longa estrada que não é fácil...porém se estivermos prontos para andar lado a lado e para carregar a quem amamos quando preciso, ainda que estejamos muito cansadas, o Amor sempre estará lá ao Final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Antecipadamente...Feliz Dia dos Namorados para todas!!!! Amem, como se aquele dia fosse o último, sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-2920772237827442698?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/2920772237827442698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=2920772237827442698' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/2920772237827442698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/2920772237827442698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-sobre-o-dia-dos-namorados-e-namoradas.html' title='E SOBRE O DIA DOS NAMORADOS E NAMORADAS...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/Si-d7KdjBJI/AAAAAAAAAQs/x966vQc5Q3Q/s72-c/core.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-8006355104849443632</id><published>2009-06-08T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:04:38.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PORQUE OS CLÁSSICOS NUNCA MORREM...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zQFuNHCMF2Y&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zQFuNHCMF2Y&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-8006355104849443632?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/8006355104849443632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=8006355104849443632' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/8006355104849443632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/8006355104849443632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2009/06/porque-os-classicos-nunca-morrem.html' title='PORQUE OS CLÁSSICOS NUNCA MORREM...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583602530067747967.post-6939742353989531929</id><published>2009-06-05T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T09:04:58.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O AMOR TEM A CAPACIDADE DE MUDAR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SilB-8E1ucI/AAAAAAAAAQc/xhvtKTmUhag/s1600-h/brxbxp42795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343874982385924546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SilB-8E1ucI/AAAAAAAAAQc/xhvtKTmUhag/s320/brxbxp42795.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estava conversando com uma amiga, que contava a dificuldade de sua relação com a mãe...&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que para qualquer tipo de relação, o Amor é Essencial, a gentileza, o carinho diário...&lt;br /&gt;Não é com rispidez e grosserias, que conseguimos obter alguma coisa nesta vida...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se não agem com gentileza ou carinho contigo, naquele dia , naquele momento, naquela hora, tente reverter a situação...Não é dar a outra face, é sim mostrar que você sim é um diferencial, você sim tem a capacidade de ser gentil, bondoso, ainda que não sejam contigo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gritos, brigas...do que adiantam...Em uma relação complicada , o melhor é dizer ao outro quanto é importante, o quanto você o ama...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez as coisas não mudem como esperado, porém é um bom começo para germinar o Respeito.&lt;br /&gt;Para uma Ação uma Reação. Surpreenda!!! Em lugar das lágrimas, em lugar daquelas palavras ditas bruscamente, ofereça o melhor de si...Mesmo porque, o que foi dito com raiva em nada mudará a situação de mal estar já estabelecida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sente , converse...&lt;br /&gt;E Acredite o Amor tem sim a Capacidade de mudar as Pessoas... Distribua...Torne a ti e ao outro , pessoas mais leves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583602530067747967-6939742353989531929?l=menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/feeds/6939742353989531929/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583602530067747967&amp;postID=6939742353989531929' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/6939742353989531929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583602530067747967/posts/default/6939742353989531929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menininhascommenininhas.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-amor-tem-capacidade-de-mudar.html' title='O AMOR TEM A CAPACIDADE DE MUDAR...'/><author><name>Menininhacom Meninhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05596165017183004269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/THiX4nt81PI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mp-NPuNZWZ4/S220/core.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkXV6nz5QzM/SilB-8E1ucI/AAAAAAAAAQc/xhvtKTmUhag/s72-c/brxbxp42795.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
