<?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-2043212313313790075</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:15:16.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog da Ana Kamila Souza</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ana Kamila 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href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2011/11/bebe-ella.html' title='Bebe - Ella'/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1VH6LG2WDD4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-7668789307016544425</id><published>2011-11-10T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T09:32:00.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amiguísimas (Cortometraje)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7fgVkspF-0Y?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="459" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me encanta este video, aún más que asistir ayer el curso de mi colega Wendy sobre el uso de videos en clase de español.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-7668789307016544425?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/7668789307016544425/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=7668789307016544425' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/7668789307016544425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/7668789307016544425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2011/11/amiguisimas-cortometraje_10.html' title='Amiguísimas (Cortometraje)'/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7fgVkspF-0Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-143392910737960500</id><published>2011-11-03T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T10:32:41.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Google conmemora Día de los Muertos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YNIsVNN1H3Q/TrLOkvpRJeI/AAAAAAAAAUw/FVSe5NmVEks/s1600/doodle-dia-de-muertos-de-google-610x430.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YNIsVNN1H3Q/TrLOkvpRJeI/AAAAAAAAAUw/FVSe5NmVEks/s400/doodle-dia-de-muertos-de-google-610x430.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;A manera de tributo, el popular buscador de internet exhibió un  'doodle' con una tradicional ofrenda mexicana integrada por pan,  calaveras y flores que forman la palabra Google&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;CIUDAD DE MÉXICO, México,  nov. 2, 2011.- &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;El famoso buscador por internet Google rindió tributo a  la celebración mexicana del Día de Muertos con un "doodle".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;En el "doodle" se pudo observar una ofrenda como la que todos los años colocan las familias mexicanas en honor a sus muertos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Está integrada por pan, calaveras de azúcar, retratos, candelas y flores, formando la palabra Google.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fonte: http://noticierostelevisa.esmas.com/especiales/358824/google-conmemora-dia-muertos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-143392910737960500?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/143392910737960500/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=143392910737960500' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-957238279363058000</id><published>2011-04-24T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T10:42:32.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La vida es un ratico (Concierto Bayern)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/H8OzHNw675k?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: italic; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: inherit; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;La Vida es un Ratico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Que cambie todo pero no el amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;es la mision mas grande que tenemos tu y yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;en esta vida, que aprender, entender y saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Porque estos tiempos son dificiles y es mas escaza a la verdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Que cambie todo pero no el amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;nuestra familia es más importante, ya lo sé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;y la debemos proteger y volver a tejer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Porque estos tiempos son dificiles y es más escaza a la verdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Porque estos tiempos son dificiles y estamos sentados tan lejos el uno del otro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Porque estos tiempos son dificiles y estamos atados de manos y corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;No dejemos que se nos acabe que,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;todavia hay muchas cosas por hacer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;No dejemos que se nos acabe que,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="height: 32px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;la vida es un ratico, un ratico nada más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;No dejemos que se nos acabe que,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;vienen tiempos buenos y los malos ya se van, se van, se van..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Quedate tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Que cambie todo pero no el amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;es todo lo que yo te pido, no te pido más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Dame la mano por favor, no me dejes caer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Porque estos tiempos son dificiles y es mas escaza a la verdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Porque estos tiempos son dificiles y estamos sentados tan lejos el uno del otro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Porque estos tiempos son dificiles y estamos atados de manos y corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;No dejemos que se nos acabe que,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;todavia hay muchas cosas por hacer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;No dejemos que se nos acabe que,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="height: 32px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;la vida es un ratico, un ratico nada más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;No dejemos que se nos acabe que,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;vienen tiempos buenos y los malos ya se van, se van, se van..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(X2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Quedate tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-957238279363058000?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/957238279363058000/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=957238279363058000' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/957238279363058000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/957238279363058000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2011/04/la-vida-es-un-ratico-concierto-bayern.html' title='La vida es un ratico (Concierto Bayern)'/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/H8OzHNw675k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-8499832251201820241</id><published>2011-04-23T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T16:11:41.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>un lugar llamado Segovia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;"&gt;En diciembre de 1985, la UNESCO incluyó en su listado de Ciudades Patrimonio a la "antigua ciudad de Segovia y su acueducto romano".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Segovia es una ciudad española en la parte meridional de la comunidad autónoma de Castilla y León, capital de la provincia del mismo nombre. Se sitúa en la confluencia de los ríos Eresma y Clamores al pie de la sierra de Guadarrama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/mMOzXkPUxxw/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mMOzXkPUxxw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mMOzXkPUxxw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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TKM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2043212313313790075-7433670093660774768?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/7433670093660774768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=7433670093660774768' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/7433670093660774768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/7433670093660774768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2011/03/shrek-para-sempre-faz-o-urro.html' title='Shrek Para Sempre - Faz o Urro'/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/o8ORP4lFTdY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-8288605412737359132</id><published>2011-01-02T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T13:16:59.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Linda música, adorooooooo!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/mr9229BCsHM/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mr9229BCsHM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mr9229BCsHM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebe - Me enseñará &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El aire se respira, huele a tierra mojá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi perro duerme a mi pié, él cuida de mi hogar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo se para aqui, mi amor está a punto de llegar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo se para aqui, aqui encuentro la paz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o oooo ....a..aaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La curva de la carretera, me invita a viajar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay tanto por recorrer, tanto por conocer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El no pasear te hace pequeño, mi alma pide más..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor llega en la tortuga, él me lo enseñará..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.ooo a.aaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me enseñará, la voz del mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me enseñara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a no llorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me enseñara a reconocer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que hay daños que te enseñan a crecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me enseñará a ver sus ojos, aunque él no esté..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... y a escuchar mi perro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-8288605412737359132?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/8288605412737359132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=8288605412737359132' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/8288605412737359132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/8288605412737359132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2011/01/linda-musica-adorooooooo.html' title='Linda música, adorooooooo!!!!'/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-6146919758233943084</id><published>2011-01-02T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T13:07:10.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nochevieja</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Gostaria de citar um link muito bacana que descobri na noite do dia 31/12/ 2010, sobre Nochevieja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/nochevieja"&gt;http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/nochevieja&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La Nochevieja, conocida como Víspera de Año Nuevo en los países hispanohablantes, es la última noche del año en el calendario gregoriano, comprendiendo desde 31 de diciembre hasta el 1 de enero (día de Año Nuevo). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El nombre Nochevieja es una clara adaptación del término Nochebuena, atendiendo a que ambas son vísperas de fechas importantes, con la modificación de la palabra vieja aludiendo al año que se termina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tradiciones en Nochevieja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son innumerables las tradiciones y las supersticiones que se manifiestan por todo el mundo en relación a esa noche. La costumbre más extendida es brindar con cava, champán o sidra tras las 12 campanadas. Es muy tradicional comer marisco con algo de carne. Al igual que realizar diversos rituales que hacen algunos creyentes para que el año que viene sea bueno y positivo en todos sus aspectos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colombia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es una fiesta tradicional que se procura celebrar en familia. Regularmente las familias reunidas esperan al son de la música, el aviso en la radio de que el año ha terminado. En la Costa Caribe es muy común escuchar la versión vallenata de "Faltan Cinco pa' las doce", la canción "Año Nuevo" de la "Billo's Caracas Boys" y en todo el país el considerado himno popular de la fecha "El Año Viejo" del colombiano Crescencio Salcedo.1 Al llegar las doce, la familia se saluda, dándose buenos deseos y luego van a las calles para saludar a vecinos y amigos. Algunas personas acuden a agüeros como comer doce uvas antes de las doce campanadas pidiendo un deseo por uva, o bien dar la vuelta a la manzana con una maleta simbolizado un año nuevo lleno de muchos viajes, así mismo, es usual vestir ropa interior de color amarillo para atraer la buena suerte. También existe la costumbre, sobre todo en los barrios populares y de clase media, de elaborar y quemar el "Año viejo" un muñeco de trapo al que se le incorporaban cohetes y otros artefactos con base de pólvora sin embargo han sido prohibidos para evitar accidentes. La víspera de año nuevo es una de las fiestas más importantes del país, evoca un tiempo festivo y alegre en el cual las familias y amistades estrechan sus vínculos. En la costa Caribe y en el valle del cauca se suelen hacer las típicas "Pachangas" o "Verbenas", fiestas de calles donde algunos vecinos sacan a la calle los equipos de sonido llamados "Pick-Ups" para que en toda la calle los vecinos escuchen y bailen sin cesar. En el interior del país, se acostumbran las cenas en familia acompañadas con música y un buen trago y el primero de enero se hace el popular paseo de Olla como tradición, es un paseo en el cual se llevan implementos de cocina usualmente a un rio o a la playa y se cocina en compañia de la familia. También en el centro de el país se dan celebraciones entre las familias y reuniones festejando el fin del año.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costa Rica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En Costa Rica, hay varias costumbres y supersticiones que se han generalizado a través de los tiempos, pero mayormente las familias y amistades, se reúnen alrededor de las 9 pm hasta la 1 ó 2 de la mañana del día siguiente. Durante ese lapso, las familias se deleitan cenando, comiendo carne asada, tamales, tomando vino, otra bebida alcohólica o café y justo antes de los 12 de la media noche, todos hacen el conteo para gritar: "¡¡¡Feliz Año Nuevo!!!" Después todos salen en los barrios a felicitar el año a sus vecinos y hay juegos de pólvora en todo el país.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es costumbre sintonizar la emisora Radio Reloj para escuchar la cuenta regresiva, y al ser las doce se escucha el Ave María y se canta la canción "El año Viejo" de Tony Camargo. Las personas reunidas se dan el saludo y se desean lo mejor para el año que recién inicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecuador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La tradición más popular cuando llega la medianoche, es quemar un monigote o año viejo que representa el año que termina. La costumbre está popularizada en todo el país. Los viejos son quemados a la 12 de la noche en las calles de las ciudades, frecuentemente con bastante estruendo (pues es común que se rellene a los viejos con petardos) y luego todo esto es seguido por una cena y festejos. Tiempo atrás se lo fabricaba con prendas usadas rellenas de aserrín o papel periódico, ahora se lo fabrica principalmente con madera, cartón, y papel, y en los últimos años en Guayaquil se ha hecho costumbre la construcción de monigotes gigantes y muy elaborados que llegan a medir algunos diez metros. Se realizan concursos para elegir el mejor monigote y se hacen presentaciones en vivo con juegos pirotécnicos. Es muy común durante el 31 de diciembre en especial en las zonas populares que los hombres se disfracen de "viudas" y pidan dinero en las calles a los autos que transitan, acompañados de bailes y palabras picarescas. En las casas se tiende a armar un lugar donde se colocan a los monigotes o añoviejos, ambientados en escenas jocosas, para que la gente los vea. De los monigotes se tiende a colgar carteles con frases sobre los personajes elegidos. Esta tradición tiende a reunir a los barrios y familias, ya que los monigotes son armados por las personas del hogar o del barrio al igual que la ambientación que se les da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otras costumbres poco menos popularizadas son:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Leer un testamento donde se hace recuento de los propósitos para el nuevo año o se leen todos los infortunios (como cábala para alejar lo malo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Colocarse un billete de alta denominación en el zapato derecho para tener dinero o a su vez se sostiene el billete durante la hora cero para tener dinero todo el año.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Usar ropa interior de color amarillo si se quiere suerte y una de color rojo si se quiere suerte en el amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Sacar una maleta y correr con ella toda la manzana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Comer doce uvas doce minutos antes de que acabe el año, una por cada mes para tener abundancia en los doce meses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Se acostumbra a cenar con toda la familia reunida, el plato especial por lo general es cerdo o pavo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• En el brindis de la cena se acostumbra a brindar por las buenas acciones de los presentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Para la quema del año viejo en la capital, Quito, muchos acostumbran a sintonizar una dial en la radio muy particular en el que se da la cuenta regresiva para la hora cero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;España&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En España la tradición de Nochevieja más extendida es la de las doce uvas, que aunque se piensa que tuvo sus orígenes en Elche, en 1909, año en el que unos viticultores de la región del Baix Vinalopó la iniciaron para dar salida a un excedente de cosecha,2 realmente está documentada al menos desde diciembre de 1897.3 Consiste en comerse una uva cada campanada que da el reloj de la Puerta del Sol, en Madrid, a las 12 de la noche el día 31 de diciembre, antes, claro, acompañada con una buena cena en reunión de toda la familia.Se dice que quien no coma las 12 uvas antes de que terminen las campanadas tendrá un año de mala suerte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;También, una vez que ha finalizado el año, es muy típico ir a discotecas, pub's y demás sitios donde se celebre la entrada y salida del año.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De unos años a esta parte, se ha puesto también de moda llevar ropa interior roja: bragas, calzoncillos, una liga, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada ciudad de España tiene un lugar particular para recibir el Año Nuevo. Allí se reúnen miles de personas frente a un reloj centenario. Después de las 12 campanadas ya en el año nuevo es muy común felicitarse el año con todos los familiares de la cena y llamar a todos los que están fuera. Por esta razón las líneas telefónicas quedan colapsadas durante varios minutos después de la entrada del Año Nuevo. Luego se brinda con champán, cava o sidra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este evento se retransmite en directo por la televisión. Los españoles desde sus casas esperan el momento de la primera campanada para comer las doce uvas, 36 segundos antes de la medianoche. Se come una uva cada tres segundos, una por cada campanada. Previamente, antes de las campanadas, baja una bola metálica del reloj y suenan cuatro cuartos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la Nochevieja de 1989, la locutora de Televisión Española Marisa Naranjo se equivocó y anunció como cuartos lo que en realidad ya eran las campanadas. De esta forma, involuntariamente, dejó a muchos los españoles sin poder comer las uvas. Al día siguiente, la noticia apareció en todos los medios de comunicación. Al final la despidieron. Hoy en día, aún se recuerda ese famoso gazapo televisivo.4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Además de las campanadas y de las doce uvas, es muy típico en muchos municipios de España, la recepción del Año Nuevo mediante el encendido de grandes hogueras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;También en la ciudad de Coín (Málaga), Pamplona, El Viso del Alcor (Sevilla) y en Nájera (La Rioja) existe una costumbre que ya va siendo tradición de disfrazarse en esta fecha, pudiendo ver el casco antiguo lleno de personas disfrazadas poco después de las campanadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay que añadir que desde hace unos años se celebra en Salamanca la Nochevieja Universitaria, el ultimo jueves antes de las vacaciones de navidad, esta celebración tiene sus orígenes en un grupo de compañeros de la facultad que decidieron tomar las 12 "uvas" en forma de gominolas en la Plaza Mayor de Salamanca a las 00.00, ya que el día de la Nochevieja (31 de diciembre) cada uno de ellos estaría con sus respectivas familias en sus ciudades y no podrían celebrarlo juntos. Esta 'tradición' se está extendiendo por toda España y todas las ciudades quieren celebrarla. Oficialmente se celebró por primera vez en 2008 en Salamanca, en 2009 en Zamora, y de nuevo en Salamanca en 2010. Se debe saber que en 2010 a pesar de que la fiesta oficial era en Zamora tuvo más éxito la fiesta salmantina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las lentejas de Año Nuevo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los italianos llaman «Notte di Capodanno» a la última noche del año. Lo más habitual es ir a una fiesta en alguna discoteca o quedarse en casa con un grupo de amigos o familiares. Pero antes de salir a celebrar el Año Nuevo no puede faltar el típico plato de lentejas durante la cena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talismanes de la suerte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otra costumbre en Vísperas de Año Nuevo muy arraigada es regalar a las mujeres lencería de color rojo para que tengan suerte el año siguiente. En Roma y Nápoles, al llegar las doce de la noche, tiran los trastos viejos para comenzar el nuevo año con buen pie. La tradición dice que se deben tirar los trastos (que a veces son muebles enteros) por la ventana justo después de las doce, pero ahora está prohibido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;México&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En México también se acostumbra comer las doce uvas por cada campanada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En últimos años ha cobrado popularidad entre la gente, el emplear la ropa interior de color rojo para atraer el amor y ropa interior amarilla para atraer el dinero, claramente promovidas por los fabricantes de ropa para estimular las ventas. Hay quienes salen con una maleta a la puerta de la casa dando una pequeña vuelta, para que en el transcurso del año siguiente pueda salir de viaje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La cena de vísperas de año nuevo es muy variada, desde Pavo al Horno, Pozole Rojo o Verde (Pollo o Puerco), Romeritos, Bacalao, Pierna y Ensalada de Manzana (centro del País) , en el norte del país se acostumbra el Cabrito, la fritada, así como la carne asada y pastel de carne. En la región sureste se opta por pastas dulces con fruta, comúnmente llamada "Sopa de Coditos" y el Sandwichón (mezcla licuada de jamón, queso, pimiento morrón y mayonesa con sus capas de pan blanco).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es muy común el abrazo con las personas cercanas como símbolo de cariño y las desconocidas como muestra de amistad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después de la cena es costumbre que salga una persona a la calle a encender algunas luces o prender fuegos artificiales (llamados comúnmente "cohetes"), y luego ir a festejar con los amigos a alguna discoteca o casa con una mesa abundante de alimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En algunos lugares del sur de la república mexicana suelen hacer un muñeco con trapos viejos y fuegos artificiales (representando el año que concluye) que lo queman a las 00:00 horas de la medianoche en lo que se llama la "quema del Año Viejo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algunos lugares con costa, se acostumbra salir después a ver el primer amanecer del año desde el mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;También es común en algunas familias hacer la "cuenta regresiva" y en el momento de contar "0" (que son las 12.00 de la noche) reventar globos de colores, ya sea que estén en el suelo o pegados en la pared, para tener suerte en el año que entra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En algunos estados de la república aún se acostumbra disparar balazos al aire al comenzar el año nuevo, situación que pone en riesgo la integridad de las personas que se encuentran celebrando afuera de sus domicilios. Esta costumbre no está legalmente permitida y cobra victimas cada año. 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perú&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En Perú, la ropa interior a llevar debe ser de color amarillo y del revés. Es común igualmente la elaboración de muñecos, normalmente con rostros de personajes que "dañaron el año viejo" (siempre estos personajes dieron que hablar en los medios de comunicación), éstos, además que son fabricados a mano, llevan dentro de sí, objetos que se dejaron de usar en el año viejo, además de fuegos pirotécnicos que adornan en el momento que se quema el muñeco. Actualmente estos "muñecos" son fabricados de cartón, para aquellos que no tienen tiempo de hacer uno a mano, también suelen llevar en una de sus manos el calendario del año anterior. Esta celebración suele estar acompañada de fuegos artificiales (los populares "castillos", estructuras de madera o "caña" llenos de artefactos pirotécnicos). No obstante, son muchas culturas que viven en el Perú y las costumbres antes mencionadas se llevan a cabo en las ciudades, con mayor presencia en la capital Lima, por lo que existen diversas formas de pasar el año nuevo en las provincias de este hermoso país, motivo por el que el turismo crece en estas fechas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En las provincias, por ejemplo Cuzco, se suele rodear a las 12 de la media noche la plaza principal en círculos, en donde participan turistas y por lo que es un gran atractivo tradicional turístico de esta ciudad. el los pueblos de porvincias se suelen quemar los muñecos y además salir de casa con una maleta y caminar o roderar la manzana. otra costumbre es comer las 12 uvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venezuela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En Venezuela también es tradición comer las doce uvas. Igualmente, se conserva la tradición de usar prendas a estrenar con ropa interior de color rojo para atraer la buena suerte y amarilla en año bisiesto, un Bolivar en la mano para la abundancia y también salir a la puerta de la casa o pasear por la urbanización con una maleta para augurar buenos viajes en el año nuevo. Todo esto, durante las doce campanadas que se suelen escuchar por radio o en las iglesias y justo antes de El cañonazo y el himno nacional. Al igual, se oyen las típicas canciones "El Año Viejo" de Crescencio Salcedo y popularizado por Tony Camargo, "Faltan cinco pa' las Doce" de Néstor Zavarce y "Año Nuevo" por la banda venezolana Billo's Caracas Boys, acompañadas por el poema de Andrés Eloy Blanco "Las Uvas del Tiempo". Todas en la popular Radio Rumbos segundos antes de las campanadas y los fuegos artificiales. Un brindis con champaña no puede faltar y algunos, con un anillo de oro dentro de la copa. También está la cena familiar en una mesa abundante de alimentos, principalmente una sopa para traer abundancia, las cocidas hallacas, ensalada de gallina, entre otras, así como salir a desear el "feliz año" a los amigos y vecinos, y entre los más jóvenes, luego de los rituales familiares, salir a bailar en discotecas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La llegada de "las 12" o el año nuevo, en Venezuela, principalmente en el centro del país, es llamada también "El Cañonazo" dado que antiguamente la llegada del 1 de enero era anunciada por el sonido de uno de los cañones del cuartel San Carlos, sonido que invadía la antigua Caracas anunciando a sus ciudadanos la llegada de un nuevo año.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algunas personas suelen hacer un muñeco con trapos viejos, pólvora y gasolina (representando el año que concluye) que lo encienden a las 12 de la medianoche en lo que se llama la quema del Año Viejo. Con ello se pretenden borrar los malos recuerdos dejados por el año viejo para recibir con alegría el año nuevo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uruguay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En Uruguay, los festejos de fin de año comienzan al mediodía del 31 de diciembre; cuando las empresas que laboran culminan su horario. En edificios de la Ciudad Vieja y Centro, donde se concentran muchas oficinas en Montevideo, se tiran papeles del año desde las ventanas festejando la culminación del año laboral. También se tira agua a los transeúntes, de modo que hay que estar atento, esto principalmente en la Ciudad Vieja. Posterior a ello, la cita montevideana es en el viejo Mercado del Puerto, donde se concentran miles de ciudadanos a brindar por el año que se va y la llegada del nuevo. Champagne, sidra, cerveza y el particular Medio y medio de Roldo's son los tragos del uruguayo para levantar las copas. Acompañando con típicas parrilladas, música popular y amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La noche viene acompañada de clásicos asados, chancho, chorizos, morcilla, chinchulines, etc. Sobre las doce de la noche se ilumina el cielo con miles de fuegos artificiales que el pueblo hace sonar. Y recibiendo ya el nuevo año, las fiestas de todos los estilos, desde cumbias, candombe, murgas y rock en diferentes y variados rincones de la ciudad; concentrando la mayor variedad de alternativas, la Ciudad Vieja, el Parque Rodó y Pocitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otra tradición es la de tirar un balde lleno de agua desde el balcón para tirar las energías negativas y dar la bienvenida al nuevo ciclo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se acostumbra las cena con la familia extendida para, luego de la medianoche, continuar la jornada en fiestas particulares o en las calles, por ejemplo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En zonas costeras como en las ciudades de Colonia del Sacramento o Carmelo es muy común que un gran número de habitantes concurran a la playa después de las 12 de la noche, y seguir los festejos allí con música, bebida y fuegos artificiales, lo que supone una gran fiesta de particular atractivo para los turistas que buscan diversión en estas fechas del año.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panamá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En Panamá se acostumbra a compartir reunidos en familia, con los tradicionales tamales de pollo o cerdo, jamón asado, arroz con guandú, uvas etc.. seguido de un espectáculo de fuegos artificiales, el cual tiene lugar en las mayores comunidades de las ciudades más importantes del país. Estas fiestas se mantienen en tradición con mayor folclore en los sectores del interior del país como lo es la Península de Azuero, Herrera, Los Santos, Chiriquí, y comunidades como Los Algarrobos: Altos Del Majagua. También se acostumbra a quemar muñecos confeccionado con tela, cartón y periódico representando el año que ha pasado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Salvador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al igual que la Navidad, las mujeres generalmente a tempranas horas del día comienzan los preparativos de la cena de Nochevieja, a los salvadoreños les gusta comer y celebrar a lo grande, también se acostumbra a vestirse con ropa de "estreno" así como en la nochebuena, se acostumbra a pasarla en familia incluso muchas personas viajan desde todas partes el mundo sobre todo de Norte América y así pasar la última noche del año unidos como en viejos tiempos; tradicionalmente se come pavo en la cena sin embargo la mayor parte de las familias suelen comer gallina, panes con pollo o tamales. Los niños, jóvenes y algunos adultos, pasan la noche "reventando cohetes" o bailando especialmente en aquellos municipios que en estas fechas celebran sus festejos patronales, se organizan bailes en plazas públicas, centros nocturnos inclusive en cantones donde celebran después de la media noche; generalmente se dejan los cohetes más grandes para justo las 12 de la noche a la vez que se escucha la canción "Faltan cinco pa´las doce". El 1 de Enero muchos salvadoreños se van a las diferentes playas y centros turísticos del del país.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honduras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En Honduras se acostumbra mucho estar en familia con una cena la cual tradicionalmente es un pollo o un pavipollo relleno, tambien están los tamales y torrejas, el ambiente muy alegre con los niños reventando toda clase de cohetes y juegos piroctécnicos para la hora 00:00 AM se acostumbra reventar el "muñeco" o "pichingo" del cual tiene varios temas muchas veces de algun personaje famoso o polemico que se dio en ese año y se realiza en cada barrio y colonia del pais donde todos los vecinos salen a ver quemar el "muñeco" del cual está relleno de cohetes, morteros etc. Y despues de que se termino toda la gente empieza a darse abrazos despues casi siempre se realiza la cena de acción de gracias agradeciendo todo lo que tuvieron y luego hay fiesta para empezar el nuevo año y esperando al año nuevo, acto seguido, fuego artificiales y brindis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;República Dominicana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchos Dominicanos acostumbran a festejar de manera familiar, en casa de algún pariente, suelen divertirse bebiendo cervezas, aunque la costumbre es tomar vinos, sidras y champán. En cuanto a la comida, se come tradicionalmente cerdo, pavo o pollo asados con telera, pasteles en hojas, arroz, y otros platos típicos de la cocina Dominicana. También es usual, luego del "Cañonazo", esperar los momentos antes del amanecer bailando y escuchando música en algún hotel, discoteca o lugar publico. Tambien es una costumbre de muchos ver la salida del sol en la playa junto a todos los amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TSDovOknT0I/AAAAAAAAATE/Z8Pz7b2xBHQ/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TSDovOknT0I/AAAAAAAAATE/Z8Pz7b2xBHQ/s1600/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-6146919758233943084?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/6146919758233943084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=6146919758233943084' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/6146919758233943084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/6146919758233943084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2011/01/nochevieja.html' title='Nochevieja'/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TSDovOknT0I/AAAAAAAAATE/Z8Pz7b2xBHQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-5530262939487930388</id><published>2010-08-16T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T18:13:19.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cine Estação - Imperdível</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;OI CINE ESTAÇÃO apresenta O MUNDO IMAGINÁRIO DO DR. PARNASSUS&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OI CINE ESTAÇÃO&lt;/strong&gt; apresenta&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O MUNDO IMAGINÁRIO DO DR. PARNASSUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.estacaodasdocas.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/1256409415_imaginarium_of_doctor_parnassus_ver3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-medium wp-image-1355 aligncenter" title="1256409415_imaginarium_of_doctor_parnassus_ver3" alt="1256409415_imaginarium_of_doctor_parnassus_ver3" src="http://www.estacaodasdocas.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/1256409415_imaginarium_of_doctor_parnassus_ver3-237x177.jpg" width="237" height="177" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Datas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;11/08 o (quarta-feira), às 18h e 20h30&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;12/08 (quinta-feira), às 18h e 20h30&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;18/08 (quarta-feira), às 18h e 20h30&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;22/08 (domingo), às 10h&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Titulo original: (The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lançamento: 2009 (Canadá) (França) (Inglaterra)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Direção: Terry Gilliam&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Atores: Heath Ledger , Johnny Depp, Jude Law, Colin Farrell, Christopher  Plummer e Tom Waits.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Duração: 122 min&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Classificação indicativa: 14 anos&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Efeitos especiais:FB-FX / Matte Painting / Peerless Camera Company&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Gênero: Aventura&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sinopse&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Em Londres, uma trupe vaga pelas ruas, convidando espectadores a embarcar  numa viagem na imaginação, através da entrada de um espelho mágico. O Diabo em  pessoa aparece para cobrar uma antiga aposta do dono do espelho, o dr.  Parnassus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fonte: www.cineestacaodasdocas.com.br&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-5530262939487930388?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/5530262939487930388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=5530262939487930388' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/5530262939487930388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/5530262939487930388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2010/08/cine-estacao-imperdivel.html' title='Cine Estação - Imperdível'/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-1083473140990448257</id><published>2010-04-11T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T16:40:25.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De Martha Medeiros!!! Adorei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/S8JdfJMcsNI/AAAAAAAAAO4/bSAxDbRx-uk/s1600/AmelieBrommer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459028487951921362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/S8JdfJMcsNI/AAAAAAAAAO4/bSAxDbRx-uk/s320/AmelieBrommer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/S8JdMMp6BVI/AAAAAAAAAOw/IGypP_xFNmA/s1600/AmelieBrommer.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pode invadir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ou chegar com delicadeza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mas não tão devagar que me faça dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não grite comigo, tenho o péssimo habito de revidar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Toque muito em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Principalmente nos cabelos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;e minta sobre minha nocauteante beleza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tenha vida própria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;me faça sentir saudades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;conte algumas coisas que me façam rir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;viaje antes de me conhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;sofra antes de mim para conhecer-me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;acredite nas verdades que digo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;e tb nas mentiras, elas serão raras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;e sempre por uma boa causa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Respeite meu choro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;me deixe sozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;só volte quando eu chamar e,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;não me obedeça sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;que eu tb gosto de ser contrariada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Então fique cmg qndo eu chorar, combinado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me conte seus segredos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;me faça massagem nas costas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;não fume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;beba,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;chore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;eleja algumas contravenções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me rapte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Se nada disso funcionar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Experimente me amar!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;_____________s2____________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Muito bacana né!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;nu mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ana kamila souza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-1083473140990448257?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Acho que vai ser lá que encontrarei o que quero tanto encontrar, ai isso acontecendo é alegria completa, agora farei tudo direitinho!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Kamila&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-3871047325001810805?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/3871047325001810805/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=3871047325001810805' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/3871047325001810805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/3871047325001810805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2010/03/2010.html' title='2010!!!'/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-1578007278814645007</id><published>2009-11-08T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T16:04:58.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SveFDbZVh_I/AAAAAAAAAOg/5AxD2ZI__Q4/s1600-h/mila.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401932571994327026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SveFDbZVh_I/AAAAAAAAAOg/5AxD2ZI__Q4/s320/mila.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Que é que eu vou fazer pra te esquecer&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sempre que já nem me lembro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="DISPLAY: block" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span style="DISPLAY: block" id="formatbar_Add_Image" onmouseup="addImage();" class=" on" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" title="Adicionar imagem" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img class="gl_photo" border="0" alt="Adicionar imagem" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;lembras pra mim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cada sonho teu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me abraça ao acordar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Que é que eu vou fazer pra te deixar&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que eu apresso o passo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passas por mim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e um silêncio teu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me pede pra voltar...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que é que eu vou fazer pra te lembrar&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como tantos que eu conheço&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e esqueço de amar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em que espelho teu,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sou eu que vou estar?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A te ver sorrindo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nei Lisboa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-1578007278814645007?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/1578007278814645007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=1578007278814645007' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/1578007278814645007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/1578007278814645007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2009/11/indo-muito-bem.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SveFDbZVh_I/AAAAAAAAAOg/5AxD2ZI__Q4/s72-c/mila.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-4741386111794009010</id><published>2009-10-20T17:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T16:04:27.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tranquila e esperando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;``&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/St5XWdUUT4I/AAAAAAAAAOY/w8uOwC_5hsY/s1600-h/after_the_thrill_is_gone_by_jack_vettriano.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394845446975016834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/St5XWdUUT4I/AAAAAAAAAOY/w8uOwC_5hsY/s320/after_the_thrill_is_gone_by_jack_vettriano.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Te darei flores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sempre planejei fazer isto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tao simples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;de manha acordar displicente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e comecar a colher flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sob a cama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ir tirando buques de rosas, margaridas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;vasos de iris, orquideas que estao desabrochando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e, uma a uma, de flores ir te cumulando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E amanhecendo diras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;o amado hoje estar mel puro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;seu amor aflorou e estar me perfumando``&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Affonso Romano de Sant`Anna)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lindo isso, quero acreditar que a vida è feita sò disso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nu mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-4741386111794009010?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/4741386111794009010/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=4741386111794009010' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/4741386111794009010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/4741386111794009010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2009/10/tranquila-e-esperando.html' title='tranquila e esperando...'/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/St5XWdUUT4I/AAAAAAAAAOY/w8uOwC_5hsY/s72-c/after_the_thrill_is_gone_by_jack_vettriano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-8078962635676617679</id><published>2009-10-12T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:28:12.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me sinto sò...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/StMnQdcdmrI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/YxuiCgWqbFg/s1600-h/Sonia+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391696342628014770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/StMnQdcdmrI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/YxuiCgWqbFg/s320/Sonia+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;" nao me deixe sentado na poltrona no dia de domingo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;nu mais&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;Mila &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;ah foteenha è do trabalho de campo de minha amiga, espero q ela nao se importe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;São Benedito... me proteja e me atenda. Amem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-8078962635676617679?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/8078962635676617679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=8078962635676617679' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/8078962635676617679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/8078962635676617679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2009/10/me-sinto-so.html' title='Me sinto sò...'/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/StMnQdcdmrI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/YxuiCgWqbFg/s72-c/Sonia+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-7998331344034092799</id><published>2009-10-02T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T16:00:41.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Setembro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SsX6j19g_cI/AAAAAAAAAOI/U-akLKSluCQ/s1600-h/OgAAAIiyIykhqsS8qula2p9a3oRRjrMbGnQsQmG_8GWVurVnm3HW0Uq51S1brrGQWaQouXcH23LGH3XDSorj6hFJpvEAm1T1UE75LnAnPwx6OcskZp5at3khvQg4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387988022906125762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SsX6j19g_cI/AAAAAAAAAOI/U-akLKSluCQ/s320/OgAAAIiyIykhqsS8qula2p9a3oRRjrMbGnQsQmG_8GWVurVnm3HW0Uq51S1brrGQWaQouXcH23LGH3XDSorj6hFJpvEAm1T1UE75LnAnPwx6OcskZp5at3khvQg4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SONHEI COMIGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sonhei comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;esta noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;vi-me ao comprido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;deitada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tinha estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nos cabelos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;em meus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;madrugadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sonhei comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;esta noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;como queria ser sonhada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E acordei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;meio sonhando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;procurando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;me encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;quando me vi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ao espelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;era teu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;o meu olhar. (Eugênio Tabosa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nu mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Não sei bem o que quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nem quero saber o que quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;quero só pensar nele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;não peço nada a ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nem a ele,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;senão pensar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Alberto Caeiro) c/ adaptações....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&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/2043212313313790075-7998331344034092799?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/7998331344034092799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=7998331344034092799' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/7998331344034092799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/7998331344034092799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2009/10/setembro.html' title='Setembro'/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SsX6j19g_cI/AAAAAAAAAOI/U-akLKSluCQ/s72-c/OgAAAIiyIykhqsS8qula2p9a3oRRjrMbGnQsQmG_8GWVurVnm3HW0Uq51S1brrGQWaQouXcH23LGH3XDSorj6hFJpvEAm1T1UE75LnAnPwx6OcskZp5at3khvQg4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-93605195926778345</id><published>2009-09-19T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:30:54.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>De que vale tentar reconstruir com palavras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que o verão levou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entre nuvens e risos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;junto com o jornal velho pelos ares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ferreira Gullar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... seus labios são labirintos... (Ana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;q atraem meus sentidos mais sacanas ... (Ana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EO TEU OLHAR SEMPRE ME ENGANA ... ANA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU ENTRO SEMPRE NA SUA DANÇA D CIGANA... ANA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-93605195926778345?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/93605195926778345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=93605195926778345' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/93605195926778345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/93605195926778345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2009/09/de-que-vale-tentar-reconstruir-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-3502181360918982689</id><published>2009-09-08T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:32:40.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desatino!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/Sqb70t2s9JI/AAAAAAAAAN4/8ZDnCakhSZ0/s1600-h/SANY1308.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aconteceu de o dia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alastrar-se na minha sala&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;foi de repente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não deu tempo de cicatrizar a lua cheia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ainda exposta no meu olhar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nem de aproveitar a noite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ou fazer as malas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sequer de me esquivar do final de tarde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;este dia demandou respostas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como se pedisse a promoção&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de fast food&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para sustentar suas benquerenças&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e eu emudeci por falta de regalo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de cadarço para amarrar- em buquês&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desapaixonamentos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de destreza para recriar a magia das intenções&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ou a espontaneidade das devoções&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a consolação dos sorrisos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quem sabe até quereria o dia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cingir a humanidade esquecida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no abraçar de uma rotina envaidecida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pela capacidade que tem de mutilar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sonhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de fragilizar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;liberdade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;este dia cravou saudade na minha carne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;afogou a falta nas minhas veias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sapateou no meu coração...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;acossado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mendigando mimos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;considerações&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Carla Dias)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"... &lt;em&gt;Porque se chamava moço&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;também se chamava estrada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque se chamavam homens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;também se chamavam sonhos&lt;/em&gt;..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nu mais,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mila&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/2043212313313790075-3502181360918982689?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Apartir daí, continua a fazer um montede coisas que nos decepcionam. Então, entramos na modalidade das mil - desculpas e passamos semanas, as vezes meses, assim, porque a última coisa que queremos pensar é que esse homem maravilhoso que nos deixa tão excitadas está se transformando numa pessoa desagradável. Procuramos inventar alguma explicação para o comportamento dele, qualquer desculpa, por mais ridícula que seja, em vez de enxergar a verdade: &lt;strong&gt;ELE SIMPLESMENTE NÃO ESTAR AFIM DE MIM&lt;/strong&gt;..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"... &lt;em&gt;Sai dessa, garota&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Chega de prejuízo, e não desperdice seu tempo. Para que ficar num limbo de relacionamentos esquisitos, se pode mudar para um território que será, concerteza, muito melhor?..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;(Ele simplesmente não estar afim de você; Greg Behrendt &amp;amp; Liz Tuccillo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;nu mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;mila&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/2043212313313790075-5935698779028859440?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-5323509851814601082</id><published>2009-08-16T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T07:30:50.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SogYECZqXXI/AAAAAAAAAMs/LPYpQz7r9Vo/s1600-h/SANY1156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SogYECZqXXI/AAAAAAAAAMs/LPYpQz7r9Vo/s320/SANY1156.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370569013282364786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se eu cantar não chore não&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;É só poesia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu só preciso ter você&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Por mais um dia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ainda gosto de dançar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bom dia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como vai você?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se eu morrer não chore não&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;É só a lua&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;É seu vestido cor de mar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;É filha lua&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ainda moro nesta mesma rua&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como vai você?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você vem?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ou será que já é tarde demais?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;( Lô Borges)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-5323509851814601082?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SogYECZqXXI/AAAAAAAAAMs/LPYpQz7r9Vo/s72-c/SANY1156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-5178280024056499229</id><published>2009-08-06T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:38:47.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SnueHOM5q4I/AAAAAAAAAMk/jEMQE8DtZYo/s1600-h/SANY1120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367057227850558338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SnueHOM5q4I/AAAAAAAAAMk/jEMQE8DtZYo/s320/SANY1120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;ESCUTA COMO O VENTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;ME CHAMA GALOPANDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;PARA ME LEVAR PARA LONGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;COM TUA FRENTE A MINHA FRENTE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;COM TUA BOCA EM MINHA BOCA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;ATADOS NOSSOS CORPOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;AO AMOR QUE NOS QUEIMA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;DEIXA QUE O VENTO PASSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;SEM QUE POSSA ME LEVAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;DESCANSAREI, AMOR MEU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;(PABLO NERUDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/2043212313313790075-5178280024056499229?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/5178280024056499229/comments/default' title='Postar 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style="color:#993399;"&gt;O meu lugar é onde você quer que ele seja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Não quero o que a cabeça pensa eu quero o que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;a alma deseja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Arco-iris, anjo rebelde, eu quero o corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tenho pressa de viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Esconda um beijo pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;sob as dobras do blusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Eu quero um gole de cerveja no seu copo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;No seu colo e nesse bar!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;(Belchior)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-2315293649615648359?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/2315293649615648359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=2315293649615648359' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/2315293649615648359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/2315293649615648359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-meu-lugar-e-onde-voce-quer-que-ele.html' 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 117px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SmPZxCiYs6I/AAAAAAAAAMU/vt7IoCTHuYY/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360367418018935714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p class="fr0" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 40px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); display: block; background-image: url(http://www.pensador.info/img/comllas.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 1em/normal Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; background-position: 0% 0%; "&gt;Não acabarão nunca com o amor,&lt;br /&gt;nem as rusgas,&lt;br /&gt;nem a distância.&lt;br /&gt;Está provado,&lt;br /&gt;pensado,&lt;br /&gt;verificado.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui levanto solene&lt;br /&gt;minha estrofe de mil dedos&lt;br /&gt;e faço o juramento:&lt;br /&gt;Amo&lt;br /&gt;firme,&lt;br /&gt;fiel&lt;br /&gt;e verdadeiramente.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Vladimir_Maiakovski/" class="autor" style="font-size: 1em; padding-left: 5px; color: rgb(0, 0, 255); "&gt;Vladimir Maiakóvski&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-6072938841601779448?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358059909154182162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;"... Então, vá correndo procurar essa pobre criatura mesmo que seja verdade o que dizem os seu ciúmes, não importa, o que você viveu ninguém rouba..." ( Gabriel Garcia Marquez)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-758278886822714507?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/758278886822714507/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=758278886822714507' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/758278886822714507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/758278886822714507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SlunGWJllBI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ba9gH3j-r9Y/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-8085178954167496523</id><published>2009-07-08T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:41:16.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E agora???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SlToB1m9SfI/AAAAAAAAAME/JCzcyWVUuA8/s1600-h/Chagall-4933-H.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356160975118354930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SlToB1m9SfI/AAAAAAAAAME/JCzcyWVUuA8/s320/Chagall-4933-H.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E agora, o que eu vou fazer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;se os seus lábios ainda&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;estão molhando os lábios meus?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e as lágrimas não secaram&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;com o sol que fez?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E agora, como eu passo sem te ver?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;se o seu nome está gravado no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;meu braço como um selo?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;se o teu corpo ainda guarda o meu prazer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e o meu corpo está moldado com o teu?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Espero que o tempo voe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;para que você retorne&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;pra que eu possa te abraçar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e te beijar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;de novo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Nando Reis)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.........&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&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/2043212313313790075-8085178954167496523?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/8085178954167496523/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=8085178954167496523' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/8085178954167496523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/8085178954167496523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-agora.html' title='E agora???'/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SlToB1m9SfI/AAAAAAAAAME/JCzcyWVUuA8/s72-c/Chagall-4933-H.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-8277162774326655229</id><published>2009-07-04T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:41:54.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NÃO TE AMAR IMPOSSIVEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SlAcOwEFBZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mAezdCID4Sg/s1600-h/OgAAAMgh7quHJADZVZJBRcsjXqH8bWSLRq0TdjH55VTwy3vseMtgodxAIb3y_lhmNpvxpiKioL3IlBomXdsbZ_6IA2kAm1T1UD7ZAN_ovgAUqGu-7L6iZd0ArV1z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354810996689274258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SlAcOwEFBZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mAezdCID4Sg/s320/OgAAAMgh7quHJADZVZJBRcsjXqH8bWSLRq0TdjH55VTwy3vseMtgodxAIb3y_lhmNpvxpiKioL3IlBomXdsbZ_6IA2kAm1T1UD7ZAN_ovgAUqGu-7L6iZd0ArV1z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...Tenho anis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;tenho hortelã&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;tenho um cesto de flores&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;eu tenho um jardim e uma canção... (L. Urbana) ... (tudo para te dar)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;___________//______________&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...Quero estar ao teu lado,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nunca abandonado... (Catedral)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;___________//______________&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...Senti saudades&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;saudades de voltar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fazer a coisa certa...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mais sabe como éh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dificil de encontrar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a palavra certa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a hora certa de chegar... (Engenheiros do Hawai)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&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/2043212313313790075-8277162774326655229?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/8277162774326655229/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=8277162774326655229' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/8277162774326655229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/8277162774326655229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2009/07/nao-te-amar-impossivel.html' title='NÃO TE AMAR IMPOSSIVEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SlAcOwEFBZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mAezdCID4Sg/s72-c/OgAAAMgh7quHJADZVZJBRcsjXqH8bWSLRq0TdjH55VTwy3vseMtgodxAIb3y_lhmNpvxpiKioL3IlBomXdsbZ_6IA2kAm1T1UD7ZAN_ovgAUqGu-7L6iZd0ArV1z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-289546589079138012</id><published>2009-06-28T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T13:54:13.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procurando o meu amor!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SkfYVLXI1WI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3wViQc32_Mc/s1600-h/hgbhyhyh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SkfYVLXI1WI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3wViQc32_Mc/s320/hgbhyhyh.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352484540491814242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É claro que, se a tradição nos obrigasse a nos casar com a moça (o) escolhida pelos anciões de nossa aldeia, a vida amorosa seria mais fácil. A liberdade para se juntar com quem quisermos  é, de fato, uma complicação: para ter a certeza de que fulano é meu homem fatal, com quantos sicranos deverei  compara-lo?&lt;div&gt;Por outro lado, se adotarmos a sabedoria dos que sabem se contentar com o que lhes agrada, nossos parceiros e parceiras não vão gostar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em geral, preferimos ser amados por quem acha que somos a melhor escolha possível, em absoluto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou seja, na vida amorosa, os maximizadores sofreriam como sempre, enquanto os que "se contentam" seriam detestados por parceiros e parceiras. Como fica? Pois é, talvez a vida amorosa seja um bom exemplo para descobrir os limites das idéias de Schawart, porque, nela, a liberdade certamente não consite em poder escolher o amado numa lista de pretendentes. Amar  tem mais a ver com "encontrar" do que " escolher". (Contardo Caligaris)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-289546589079138012?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/289546589079138012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=289546589079138012' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/289546589079138012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/289546589079138012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2009/06/procurando-o-meu-amor.html' title='Procurando o meu amor!!!!!!'/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SkfYVLXI1WI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3wViQc32_Mc/s72-c/hgbhyhyh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-6722095778592088234</id><published>2009-06-22T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:43:14.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Que vergonha ficar em tal estado! cai muito baixo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SkBDC1cMVII/AAAAAAAAALs/olqtA_QQ3Yw/s1600-h/SANY0569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350350073300276354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SkBDC1cMVII/AAAAAAAAALs/olqtA_QQ3Yw/s320/SANY0569.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...Não posso mais permanecer mudo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;preciso falar, confessar tudo que se acumula em meu coração...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;é um sonho irrealizavel,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mas eu a amo, (...)!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eis tudo!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Noites Brancas, &lt;i&gt;Dostoiévisk&lt;/i&gt;i c/ adaptações)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-6722095778592088234?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/6722095778592088234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=6722095778592088234' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/6722095778592088234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/6722095778592088234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2009/06/que-vergonha-ficar-em-tal-estado-cai.html' title='Que vergonha ficar em tal estado! cai muito baixo...'/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SkBDC1cMVII/AAAAAAAAALs/olqtA_QQ3Yw/s72-c/SANY0569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-623725520532950901</id><published>2009-06-21T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T08:29:14.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O MEU AMOR É MORBIDO&lt;div&gt;ARRANCA DE MIM OS MELHORES PEDAÇOS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E OS COLOCA EM LUGARES QUE NÃO ALCANÇO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O MEU AMOR É SÁDICO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME ASSISTE A CHORAR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E RI DAS LÁGRIMAS QUE QUASE NÃO TENHO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E AS LEVA PRA LUGARES QUE NÃO ENCONTRO MAIS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(BELÔ VELLOSO E ANA FLÁVIA)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-623725520532950901?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/623725520532950901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=623725520532950901' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/623725520532950901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/623725520532950901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-meu-amor-e-morbido-arranca-de-mim-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-2629250926540404140</id><published>2009-06-14T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:58:03.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SjWqkhyET-I/AAAAAAAAALM/BF3lph3n4ZE/s1600-h/toulouse-lautrec_the_kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SjWqkhyET-I/AAAAAAAAALM/BF3lph3n4ZE/s320/toulouse-lautrec_the_kiss.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347367677092712418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Na vespera de nada&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ninguem me visitou&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;olhei atento a estrada durante todo o dia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mas ninguém vinha ou via,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ninguem aqui chegou&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mas talvez não chegar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;queira dizer que há&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;outra estrada que achar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;certa estrada que está&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;como quando da festa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;se esquece quem lá está.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Fernando Pessoa)&lt;/b&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/2043212313313790075-2629250926540404140?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/2629250926540404140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=2629250926540404140' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/2629250926540404140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/2629250926540404140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2009/06/na-vespera-de-nada-ninguem-me-visitou.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SjWqkhyET-I/AAAAAAAAALM/BF3lph3n4ZE/s72-c/toulouse-lautrec_the_kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-2276142652789496145</id><published>2009-06-11T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:52:39.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...SENTI NA GARGANTA O NÓ GÓRDIO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SjFgeFwF6AI/AAAAAAAAALE/J9jv5-h9eVE/s1600-h/toulouse_lautrec_ce_qui_dit_la_pluie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SjFgeFwF6AI/AAAAAAAAALE/J9jv5-h9eVE/s320/toulouse_lautrec_ce_qui_dit_la_pluie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346160302721722370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...PELA 1° VEZ ME SENTI CAPAZ DE MATAR ALGUÉM.&lt;div&gt;VOLTEI PARA CASA ATORMENTADO PELO DIABINHO Q SOPRA NO OUVIDO AS RESPOSTAS DEVASTADORAS QUE NÃO DEMOS NA HORA CERTA...(GABRIEL GARCIA MARQUEZ)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-2276142652789496145?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SjFgeFwF6AI/AAAAAAAAALE/J9jv5-h9eVE/s72-c/toulouse_lautrec_ce_qui_dit_la_pluie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-1377909620727599963</id><published>2009-06-09T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:13:46.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/Si8WwEfIknI/AAAAAAAAAK8/5Rt4ZwnbtFA/s1600-h/suzanne-valadon-henri-de-toulouse-lautrec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/Si8WwEfIknI/AAAAAAAAAK8/5Rt4ZwnbtFA/s320/suzanne-valadon-henri-de-toulouse-lautrec.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345516297805927026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tenho razão de sentir saudade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;tenho razão de te acusar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Houve um pacto implicito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;que rompeste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;e sem te despedires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;foste  embora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Detonaste o pacto.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Detonaste a vida geral, a comun aquiescência&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de viver e explorar os rumos de obscuridade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sem prazo sem consulta sem provocação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;até o limite das folhas caídas na hora de cair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-1377909620727599963?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/1377909620727599963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=1377909620727599963' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/1377909620727599963'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-5711647259789262059</id><published>2009-06-04T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:00:09.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/Sih7-qR1XoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8sUKRBQv8Uk/s1600-h/toulouse_lautrec_inbedkiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/Sih7-qR1XoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8sUKRBQv8Uk/s320/toulouse_lautrec_inbedkiss.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343657274306289282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A música não mente&lt;div&gt;As árvores não mentem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os olhos tristes do animal não mentem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unicamente mentem as palavras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como dizer-te a verdade com elas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quisera falar-te com os olhos do cão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dar frutos como a árvore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chegar a ti com a delicia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e a escondida lágrima de Mozart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O esplendor da verdade:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beleza á qual minhas palavras,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;torpemente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;procuram aproximar-se.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É impossivel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nunca saberei dizer-te que te quero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Antonio Requeni)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-5711647259789262059?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/Sih7-qR1XoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8sUKRBQv8Uk/s72-c/toulouse_lautrec_inbedkiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-1233917791019190385</id><published>2009-05-16T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:48:29.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"NADA COMO O TEMPO"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/Sg9iTr9WCXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/lVqvcE6655s/s1600-h/SANY0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336592173814385010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/Sg9iTr9WCXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/lVqvcE6655s/s320/SANY0466.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com o tempo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;você vai percebendo que para ser feliz com uma outra pessoa, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;você precisa, em primeiro lugar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não precisar dela.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Percebe também que aquele alguém que você ama (ou acha que ama) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e que não quer nada com você, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;definitivamente não é o "alguém" da sua vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você aprende a gostar de você, a cuidar de você e, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;principalmente, a gostar de quem também gosta de você.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O segredo é não correr atrás das borboletas... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é cuidar do jardim para que elas venham até você.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No final das contas, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;você vai achar não quem você estava procurando, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas quem estava procurando por você!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/desconhecido/"&gt;desconhecido&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-1233917791019190385?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/Sg9iTr9WCXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/lVqvcE6655s/s72-c/SANY0466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-804297357500598435</id><published>2009-05-12T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:49:16.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qual o sentido??  (Catedral)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SgojXSYTEGI/AAAAAAAAAKU/uUQ_j9lioAk/s1600-h/lkuythdd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335115591551488098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SgojXSYTEGI/AAAAAAAAAKU/uUQ_j9lioAk/s320/lkuythdd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Em seu coração mora um abrigo&lt;br /&gt;mas está vazio, corre perigo&lt;br /&gt;De onde vem? pra onde vai?&lt;br /&gt;O que tu tem? O que ele traz?&lt;br /&gt;Qual o sentido?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual o sentido de viver?&lt;br /&gt;O que fazer pra ser feliz?&lt;br /&gt;Qual a noção de saber?&lt;br /&gt;O que o meu coração não diz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É só amar, amar&lt;br /&gt;Cada um por cada um&lt;br /&gt;É este o sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:'courier new';font-size:18;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:'courier new';font-size:18;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:'courier new';font-size:18;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-804297357500598435?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/804297357500598435/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=804297357500598435' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/804297357500598435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/804297357500598435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2009/05/qual-o-sentido-catedral.html' title='Qual o sentido??  (Catedral)'/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SgojXSYTEGI/AAAAAAAAAKU/uUQ_j9lioAk/s72-c/lkuythdd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-13752979630920799</id><published>2009-05-02T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T16:46:38.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberdade para o quê??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SfzbCHLHqzI/AAAAAAAAAKM/3msnqsT3SEE/s1600-h/JDFGYDFG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331376888231734066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SfzbCHLHqzI/AAAAAAAAAKM/3msnqsT3SEE/s320/JDFGYDFG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Liberdade para o quê?, por Contardo Caligaris&lt;br /&gt;O psicanalista Contardo Caligaris &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Colunista da Folha de S.Paulo, fala, no artigo “Liberdade para o quê?”, publicado nesta quinta-feira, 10 de janeiro, sobre a liberdade de escolha, tomando como base o livro "O Paradoxo da Escolha, Por que Mais é Menos", de Barry Schwartz. Para este autor, a multiplicação das possibilidades de escolha, nascida com a sociedade de consumo, pode ser cativeiro, e não exercício de liberdade.Caligaris avança a questão e lembra de que é muito mais importante a liberdade de inventar do que a de escolher: “Ser livre não significa poder escolher entre os objetos disponíveis nas prateleiras do supermercado; ser livre significa saber criar o que queremos e encontrá-lo, mesmo e sobretudo quando não está em lista alguma de liquidações e promoções”.Leia a íntegra do artigo:Liberdade para o quê?Por Contardo CaligarisQUANDO JANTO fora, prefiro os restaurantes onde sou um cliente conhecido, porque, em princípio, eles aceitam com um sorriso meu comportamento, que é um pouco atípico: não gosto de ler o cardápio, peço o prato do qual estou a fim naquela noite, que ele esteja ou não no menu. Caso a cozinha não disponha dos ingredientes necessários, o maître e eu imaginamos um compromisso próximo de meus desejos.Nota: às vezes os que lêem o cardápio do começo ao fim, à força de hesitar entre massas, risoto, carne ou peixe, acabam se entupindo de pão e couvert -e assim perdem o apetite. Pensei nisso ao reler "O Paradoxo da Escolha, Por que Mais é Menos", de Barry Schwartz, recentemente traduzido em português (ed. Girafa). Schwartz constata, com razão, que a multiplicação das possibilidades de escolha (que é própria da sociedade de consumo) constitui, de fato, um fardo. Exemplo: queremos comprar uma calça jeans e descobrimos que existem infinitos cortes, desbotamentos, preços etc. Ótimo, somos LIVRES PARA escolher entre centenas de jeans. Mas, de repente, eis que NÃO somos LIVRES DE uma tarefa, no fundo, fútil: a de encontrar a calça que nos veste melhor na perfeita relação custo/benefício. Na hora de escolher um carro, uma faculdade, uma profissão, um país ou uma cidade em que morar, as escolhas possíveis são, hoje, incontáveis. Portanto seríamos mais livres, não é? Pode ser. Em compensação, temos a trabalhosa (e, às vezes, desanimadora) incumbência de escolher. Schwartz opõe dois tipos subjetivos: os "maximizadores" e "os que se contentam com algo suficientemente bom". Os maximizadores querem absolutamente fazer a escolha certa; os outros sabem se satisfazer sem ter que alcançar a certeza de que fizeram o melhor negócio. Ora, constata Schwartz com razão, o maximizador não é nunca feliz: ele é corroído pelo remorso e pela dúvida (será que examinou efetivamente todas as possibilidades?). Schwartz chega a imaginar que a epidemia de depressão das últimas décadas tenha uma relação com a multiplicação das escolhas possíveis e, portanto, com a insatisfação crônica de nosso lado maximizador. Obviamente, os que sabem se satisfazer vivem melhor. Conclusão de Schwartz: o excesso de liberdade nem sempre é bom. Tudo bem. Mas vamos aplicar a visão de Schwartz ao campo amoroso. É claro que, se a tradição nos obrigasse a nos casar com a moça escolhida pelos anciões de nossa aldeia, a vida amorosa seria mais fácil. A liberdade para se juntar com quem quisermos é, de fato, uma complicação: para ter a certeza de que Fulano é meu homem fatal, com quantos Sicranos deverei compará-lo? Por outro lado, se adotarmos a sabedoria dos que sabem se contentar com o que lhes agrada, nossos parceiros e parceiras não vão gostar. Em geral, preferimos ser amados por quem acha que somos a melhor escolha possível, em absoluto. Ou seja, na vida amorosa, os maximizadores sofreriam como sempre, enquanto os que "se contentam" seriam detestados por parceiros e parceiras. Como fica? Pois é, talvez a vida amorosa seja um bom exemplo para descobrir os limites das idéias de Schwartz, porque, nela, a liberdade certamente não consiste em poder escolher o amado numa lista de pretendentes. Amar tem mais a ver com "encontrar" do que com "escolher". O livro de Schwartz é ótimo e divertido sem contar que pode ajudar todas as pessoas que se inibem diante da multiplicidade dos possíveis. Mas Schwartz parte de um pressuposto, que está implícito desde seu primeiro exemplo (o dos jeans): ele considera a pluralidade das escolhas possíveis como o índice da liberdade. Quando constata que essa liberdade é fonte de tormentos, ele conclui que talvez seja melhor sermos menos livres e mais felizes. Ora, a visão que Schwartz tem da liberdade é parasitada pelo próprio modelo do consumo, cujos impasses ele castiga. Ser livre não significa poder escolher entre os objetos disponíveis nas prateleiras do supermercado; ser livre significa saber criar o que queremos e encontrá-lo, mesmo e sobretudo quando não está em lista alguma de liquidações e promoções. Certo, o mal-estar do maximizador é uma patologia da liberdade de escolha. Mas a liberdade de escolher entre as ofertas que estão nos cardápios é, por sua vez, uma deformação da verdadeira liberdade -a de inventar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-13752979630920799?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/13752979630920799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=13752979630920799' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/13752979630920799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/13752979630920799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2009/05/liberdade-para-o-que.html' title='Liberdade para o quê??'/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SfzbCHLHqzI/AAAAAAAAAKM/3msnqsT3SEE/s72-c/JDFGYDFG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-2097004640113035263</id><published>2009-04-30T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T17:38:38.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love will tear us apart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SfpEd80u7FI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7WA7rr7xzro/s1600-h/SANY0911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330648390280604754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SfpEd80u7FI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7WA7rr7xzro/s320/SANY0911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando a rotina bate pesado e as ambições são pequenas e o ressentimento voa alto embora as emoções não cresçam e vamos mudando nossos caminhos, pegando estradas diferentes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então o amor O amor vai nos separar de novo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De novo Por que esse quarto está tão frio, de costas, do seu lado? .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.. Quando a rotina bate pesado e as ambições são pequenas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e o ressentimento voa alto embora as emoções não cresçam &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e vamos mudando nossos caminhos, pegando estradas diferentes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então o amor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O amor vai nos separar de novo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De novo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por que esse quarto está tão frio, de costas, do seu lado? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi o meu tempo que estragou, nosso respeito murchou tanto? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas ainda há esta atração que mantivemos ao longo de nossas vidas? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O amor vai nos separar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De novo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você chora durante o sono, todos os meus fracassos expostos? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fique com o gosto da minha boca enquanto o desespero toma conta &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que pode uma coisa tão boa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simplesmente não funcionar mais? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando o amor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O amor vai nos separar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De novo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-2097004640113035263?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/2097004640113035263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=2097004640113035263' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-7847452686031056689</id><published>2009-04-26T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:51:05.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tanto carinho que eu tenho por ti...2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SfTT9XQL9VI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/r0voyRm6sTM/s1600-h/SANY0782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329117310253528402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SfTT9XQL9VI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/r0voyRm6sTM/s320/SANY0782.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...EU QUERO AMOR SEM FIM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TENHO A CTZA Q VC NASCEU PRA MIM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____________________//________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EU QUERO A VERDADE NO OLHAR...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;___________________//______________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"VOU FALAR DE AMOR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;VOU FALAR DE PAIXÃO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;VOU FALAR D COISAS DO CORAÇÃO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;VOU FALAR D MIM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LEMBREI D VC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FAZ TEMPO Q A GENTE NÃO SE VÊ&lt;br /&gt;VOU FALAR D VIDA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;VOU FALAR D RAZÃO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FALAR D AMIZADE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DE EMOÇÃO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;VOU FALAR DE ESPERANÇA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LEMBREI D VC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FAZ FAZ TEMPO Q A GENTE NÃO SE VÊ&lt;br /&gt;....AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SOBRE MUITAS COISAS EU QUERO T FALAR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SOBRE TUDO ENFIM Q LEMBRE O NOSSO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AMORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____________________________________//___________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;NU MAIS&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/2043212313313790075-7847452686031056689?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/7847452686031056689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=7847452686031056689' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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despertamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o tempo faz ou desfaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enquanto isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quero que me relates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a pena que te calas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de minha parte te ofereço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;minha ultima confiança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;estas sós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;estou só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SeeA9AOv9aI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/nEqoSuqYXUI/s72-c/SANY0931-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-5269555577170986448</id><published>2009-04-07T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T18:32:30.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O QUE É O BOM SENSO?????/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SduunGZns6I/AAAAAAAAAJs/3TLQTk-3WWQ/s1600-h/Z12c6xot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322039371424576418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SduunGZns6I/AAAAAAAAAJs/3TLQTk-3WWQ/s320/Z12c6xot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SduuYQzmNgI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WfY3BP1jln4/s1600-h/Z3irajd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322039116519847426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SduuYQzmNgI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WfY3BP1jln4/s320/Z3irajd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom senso pode ser definido como a forma de "filosofar" espontânea do homem comum, também chamada de "filosofia de vida", que supõe certa capacidade de organização e independência de quem analisa a experiência de vida cotidiana.&lt;br /&gt;É a escolha de alguns critérios para decidir sobre os problemas e dúvidas encontrados. Criteriosidade, porém, pouco rigorosa. Mesmo não tendo acesso à filosofia e à ciência, alguns homens são capazes de desenvolver um senso crítico, uma sabedoria de vida, por meio da qual podem assumir uma postura de certa independência em relação à avalanche de informações e pressões ideológicas que os cercam a todo instante.&lt;br /&gt;O bom senso possibilita avaliar, com certo grau de crítica, o transcorrer dos fatos e a maneira vulgar de pensar.&lt;br /&gt;Refere-se ao ato de raciocinar do ser humano (juízo claro, prudência, etc).&lt;br /&gt;Exemplos:&lt;br /&gt;O homem teve bom senso em não gastar todo seu salário em inutilidades, usando-o para coisas realmente necessárias.&lt;br /&gt;O menino tem bom senso por isso não sai de madrugada com desordeiros.&lt;br /&gt;A mulher de bom senso não namora homem preguiçoso.&lt;br /&gt;Quem tem bom senso sabe pensar antes de falar.&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser entendido como um bom raciocínio que a pessoa tem para evitar cometer atos que possam prejudicá-la futuramente. (Fonte: Wikipédia)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;...Nu mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mila!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2043212313313790075-5269555577170986448?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/5269555577170986448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=5269555577170986448' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/5269555577170986448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/5269555577170986448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-que-e-o-bom-senso.html' title='O QUE É O BOM SENSO?????/'/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SduunGZns6I/AAAAAAAAAJs/3TLQTk-3WWQ/s72-c/Z12c6xot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-2840702359438113396</id><published>2009-04-01T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T05:05:52.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ele não está tão afim de vc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SdNXAxVGHwI/AAAAAAAAAJc/kXHeRsk7_Jk/s1600-h/elenao200300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319691255608123138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SdNXAxVGHwI/AAAAAAAAAJc/kXHeRsk7_Jk/s320/elenao200300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Foi definitivamente o maximo ...&lt;br /&gt;a tanto tempo eu e minha amiga de todas as horas Sonia Cristina&lt;br /&gt;não saiamos para um cineminha basico&lt;br /&gt;foi divertido, e muito e valeu tb muito mais pela conversa q tivemos!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tinha jurado q nunca mais ia assistir comedia romantica&lt;br /&gt;mas esse filme foi diferente, gostei&lt;br /&gt;e me fez pensar muito em muitas coisas que aconteceram e acontecem na minha &lt;em&gt;life&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Nu mais&lt;br /&gt;Mila&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-2840702359438113396?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/2840702359438113396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=2840702359438113396' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/2840702359438113396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/2840702359438113396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2009/04/ele-nao-esta-tao-afim-de-vc.html' title='Ele não está tão afim de vc'/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SdNXAxVGHwI/AAAAAAAAAJc/kXHeRsk7_Jk/s72-c/elenao200300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-191630541801367921</id><published>2009-03-30T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:53:29.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SdENf8w6rGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/2-CGROmJiAo/s1600-h/SANY0814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319047477439671394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SdENf8w6rGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/2-CGROmJiAo/s320/SANY0814.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quando a rotina bate pesado e as ambições são pequenas e o ressentimento voa alto embora as emoções não cresçam e vamos mudando nossos caminhos, pegando estradas diferentes Então o amor O amor vai nos separar de novo De novo Por que esse quarto está tão frio, de costas, do seu lado? Foi o meu tempo que estragou, nosso respeito murchou tanto? Mas ainda há esta atração que mantivemos ao longo de nossas vidas? Amor O amor vai nos separar De novo Você chora durante o sono, todos os meus fracassos expostos? Fique com o gosto da minha boca enquanto o desespero toma conta Será que pode uma coisa tão boa Simplesmente não funcionar mais? Quando o amor O amor vai nos separar De novo ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu mais&lt;br /&gt;mila&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-191630541801367921?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/191630541801367921/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=191630541801367921' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/191630541801367921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/191630541801367921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2009/03/petalas-vermelhas-estou-c-saudades-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SdENf8w6rGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/2-CGROmJiAo/s72-c/SANY0814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-7405704941020450113</id><published>2009-03-24T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:57:10.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Triste....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SclBjz48CFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/wDFVYB1yTg4/s1600-h/SANY0910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316852918567831634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SclBjz48CFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/wDFVYB1yTg4/s320/SANY0910.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu quero sol nesse jardim (Catedral)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu quero sol nesse jardim&lt;br /&gt;Quero justiça e paz&lt;br /&gt;Quero andar nas ruas, sem temer&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero brilho do luar&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero viajar&lt;br /&gt;Pelo azul dos céus e&lt;br /&gt;Quero te entender&lt;br /&gt;Quero te conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Quero correr ao encontro&lt;br /&gt;De tudo que tive e perdi,&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei porque!&lt;br /&gt;Quero aprender a amar&lt;br /&gt;E saber perdoar&lt;br /&gt;Pois teu amor no meu peito me mostra&lt;br /&gt;Direito o caminho&lt;br /&gt;Para ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero sol nesse jardim&lt;br /&gt;Quero a luz da manhã&lt;br /&gt;E a mais perfeita de todas as canções&lt;br /&gt;Quero a verdade no olhar&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero amor sem fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho a certeza que você nasceu&lt;br /&gt;Pra mim.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;nu mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mila&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/2043212313313790075-7405704941020450113?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/7405704941020450113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=7405704941020450113' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/7405704941020450113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/7405704941020450113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2009/03/triste.html' title='Triste....'/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SclBjz48CFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/wDFVYB1yTg4/s72-c/SANY0910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-7180662550139714135</id><published>2009-02-16T12:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T11:57:52.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De perto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SZnIjL5YdnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/wrM1m4rguds/s1600-h/AMIGOS+MEUS+(6).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303490543019914866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SZnIjL5YdnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/wrM1m4rguds/s320/AMIGOS+MEUS+(6).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De perto – paralamas do sucesso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Não quero Estar nesse lugar&lt;br /&gt;E ver vc partir...&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero te esperar&lt;br /&gt;Aonde vc quer ir&lt;br /&gt;Te receber&lt;br /&gt;Te acomodar&lt;br /&gt;Te oferecer a mão&lt;br /&gt;Poder cantar&lt;br /&gt;Te acompanhar no violão&lt;br /&gt;Quero te ver de perto&lt;br /&gt;Quero dizer que nosso amor deu certo&lt;br /&gt;Não sei viver&lt;br /&gt;Só e sem sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Sem fé&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter alguém&lt;br /&gt;Faz tempo que eu t espero&lt;br /&gt;Eu te quero bem&lt;br /&gt;Sonho em fazer&lt;br /&gt;Do nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;Uma bela canção&lt;br /&gt;Que me traga paz sem culpa ao coração...”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;NU MAIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;MILA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-7180662550139714135?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/7180662550139714135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=7180662550139714135' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/7180662550139714135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/7180662550139714135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2009/02/de-perto.html' title='De perto'/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SZnIjL5YdnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/wrM1m4rguds/s72-c/AMIGOS+MEUS+(6).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-4964436673543957685</id><published>2009-02-16T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T12:01:50.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O que eu não disse!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SZnGGlk9CkI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2ypKYqxrtDU/s1600-h/SANY0820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303487852674091586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SZnGGlk9CkI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2ypKYqxrtDU/s320/SANY0820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Que Eu Não Disse&lt;br /&gt;Os Paralamas Do Sucesso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o castigo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preço dessa confissã0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se você não me esquecer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu me rendo ao perigo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De tua doce invasão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o que mais acontecer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem mistério, nem destino &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É somente amor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ser feliz é estar contigo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não aprendi nos livros &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem nos filmes de paixão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que eu faço por você &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ser feliz é estar contigo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mesmo que essa sensação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não se deixe perceber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-4964436673543957685?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/4964436673543957685/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=4964436673543957685' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/4964436673543957685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/4964436673543957685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-que-eu-nao-disse.html' title='O que eu não disse!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SZnGGlk9CkI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2ypKYqxrtDU/s72-c/SANY0820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-6077189002046776238</id><published>2009-02-16T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:00:05.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sempre apaixonado!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SZm_AWYZ3bI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Ed_CjrPHyec/s1600-h/Colagens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303480048934313394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SZm_AWYZ3bI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Ed_CjrPHyec/s320/Colagens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho um segredo p/ te contar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o meu coração está apaixonado...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Deixa q eu te olhe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meio assim de lado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d um jeito descuidado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um pouco relaxado...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;escuta o meu silencio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sempre apaixonado... ( Catedral)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Eu não sei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nem o q vou dizer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas mesmo assim vc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fala o q eu quero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu nem sei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o q devo fazer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas mesmo assim vc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;faz o q eu gosto...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te amar é mais q um prazer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu não vou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deixar morrer o nosso amor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nu mais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mila&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-6077189002046776238?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/6077189002046776238/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=6077189002046776238' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/6077189002046776238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/6077189002046776238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2009/02/sempre-apaixonado.html' title='sempre apaixonado!!!!'/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SZm_AWYZ3bI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Ed_CjrPHyec/s72-c/Colagens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-3543653179443420844</id><published>2009-02-13T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T04:12:25.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T Quero!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SZVjdyuANBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/DEJOtrrsKPc/s1600-h/220px-Aubrey_Beardsley_-_Edgar_Poe_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302253499780707346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SZVjdyuANBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/DEJOtrrsKPc/s320/220px-Aubrey_Beardsley_-_Edgar_Poe_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E embora a brisa seja por árvores &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O movimento tão bastante você é todo que vejo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como o mundo continuam girando em redor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você mantém-me diretamente aqui agora mesmo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu mais&lt;br /&gt;Mila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-3543653179443420844?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/3543653179443420844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=3543653179443420844' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/3543653179443420844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/3543653179443420844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2009/02/t-quero.html' title='T Quero!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SZVjdyuANBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/DEJOtrrsKPc/s72-c/220px-Aubrey_Beardsley_-_Edgar_Poe_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-2423173524624597551</id><published>2009-01-20T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:03:20.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Vem meu amor, me tirar da solidão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SXYqYy5CVKI/AAAAAAAAAIE/_zKUvWh0y6g/s1600-h/SANY0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293465017486824610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SXYqYy5CVKI/AAAAAAAAAIE/_zKUvWh0y6g/s320/SANY0182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"...&lt;em&gt;Estranho seria se eu não me apaixonasse por você..."&lt;/em&gt; (Nando Reis)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem vc (Arnaldo Antunes)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para onde vou agora livre, mas sem você&lt;br /&gt;Pra onde ir o que fazer como eu vou viver&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto de ficar só, mas gosto mais de você&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto da luz do sol, mas chove sempre agora sem você&lt;br /&gt;Sem você, sem você, sem você&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes acredito em mim&lt;br /&gt;Mas às vezes não&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes tiro meu destino da minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu corte o cabelo&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu fique feliz&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu perca a cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Talvez esqueça e cresça sem você&lt;br /&gt;Sem você, sem você, sem você&lt;br /&gt;Pra onde vou agora sem você&lt;br /&gt;Talvez precise de colchão&lt;br /&gt;Talvez baste o chão&lt;br /&gt;Talvez no 20º andar&lt;br /&gt;Talvez no porão&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu mate o que fui&lt;br /&gt;Talvez imite o que sou&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu tema o que vem&lt;br /&gt;Talvez te ame ainda sem você&lt;br /&gt;Sem você, sem você, sem você&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto de ficar só, mas gosto mais de você&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto da luz do sol, Talvez eu mate o que fui&lt;br /&gt;Talvez imite o que sou&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu tema o que vem&lt;br /&gt;Talvez te ame ainda sem você&lt;br /&gt;Sem você, sem você, sem você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Vem depressa pra mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;q eu não sei esperar... (Legião urbana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nu mais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mila&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/2043212313313790075-2423173524624597551?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/2423173524624597551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=2423173524624597551' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/2423173524624597551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/2423173524624597551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2009/01/vem-meu-amor-me-tirar-da-solido.html' title='...Vem meu amor, me tirar da solidão...'/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SXYqYy5CVKI/AAAAAAAAAIE/_zKUvWh0y6g/s72-c/SANY0182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-4928508713836108100</id><published>2009-01-14T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:07:59.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>e me lembro d vc em dias assim... e o q eu sinto não sei dizer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SW4PEtZ9b3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lic8NYEu7do/s1600-h/SANY0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291183185789284210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SW4PEtZ9b3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lic8NYEu7do/s320/SANY0688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt; minha &lt;em&gt;Antilope&lt;/em&gt; lindaaaaaaaa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nu mais&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mila&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-4928508713836108100?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/4928508713836108100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=4928508713836108100' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/4928508713836108100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/4928508713836108100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2009/01/e-me-lembro-d-vc-em-dias-assim-e-o-q-eu.html' title='e me lembro d vc em dias assim... e o q eu sinto não sei dizer...'/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SW4PEtZ9b3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lic8NYEu7do/s72-c/SANY0688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-483488824552966495</id><published>2009-01-09T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T08:00:18.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu só quero q alguma coisa aconteça...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SWd0gVViGhI/AAAAAAAAAHs/__EhkvJ3GoY/s1600-h/SANY0616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289324386202032658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SWd0gVViGhI/AAAAAAAAAHs/__EhkvJ3GoY/s320/SANY0616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Defendo os amantes perseguidos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;os amantes de encontros clandestinos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;os amantes de tanto desatino,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;os amantes dificeis,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;profanos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------///--------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Defendo os amantes q se escondem e desbordam em rapidas caricias;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;os furtivos, urgentes, os amantes arriscados, possessos e valentes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Defendo os amantes verdadeiros,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;os q assumem o risco da noite,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;os desnudos amantes do escuro, sangrando em doces mordidas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;defendo os amantes perseguidos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;os amantes de parques apagados,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;os amantes camuflados, os defendo, os cuido, os invejo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Augusto Blanca)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano novo, ano 2009 promete muito... e espero q alguma coisa aconteça , no sentido de ser algo extraordinario, surreal!!!! é eu desejo sim...&lt;br /&gt;nu mais&lt;br /&gt;Mila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-483488824552966495?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/483488824552966495/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=483488824552966495' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/483488824552966495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/483488824552966495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2009/01/eu-s-quero-q-alguma-coisa-acontea.html' title='Eu só quero q alguma coisa aconteça...'/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SWd0gVViGhI/AAAAAAAAAHs/__EhkvJ3GoY/s72-c/SANY0616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-3907419482260776170</id><published>2008-12-19T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T07:50:07.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Que coisa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SUvCpbMgWbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/TJs8r7TZe64/s1600-h/hgyg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281529004952672690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SUvCpbMgWbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/TJs8r7TZe64/s320/hgyg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...E nada faz passar a dor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;de se sentir só&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so mais um perdedor... (Capital Inicial)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;------------------xx--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Quero ter alguém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;com quem conversar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;alguém q depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;não use o que eu disse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;contra mim... (Legião Urbana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;... É quando menos espera, fica-se sabendo de coisas q são inacreditaveis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;e eu ainda me importo caramba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;e muito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;como pode...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;e o pior é pq estou sem entender ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;pq vc sempre se acha " o melhor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;mas a escolha foi feita né!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;mas amigo amor do coração ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;te desejo sorte J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Nu mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Kamila&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/2043212313313790075-3907419482260776170?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/3907419482260776170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=3907419482260776170' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/3907419482260776170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/3907419482260776170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2008/12/que-coisa.html' title='Que coisa...'/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SUvCpbMgWbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/TJs8r7TZe64/s72-c/hgyg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-7076936708175713082</id><published>2008-12-11T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:23:08.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mordida de amor - Yahoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SUFoWzb7gRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/v2n_TVT-g_Q/s1600-h/YAHOO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278614979228696850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SUFoWzb7gRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/v2n_TVT-g_Q/s320/YAHOO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando faz amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se olha no espelho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosta mesmo de mim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vai me dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que é pra sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isso é amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou uma doce mentira ?UUU, Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas quando está só&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se morde de amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rolando na cama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chama o meu nome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não quero tocar em você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Óh, Baby &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E fazer seu jogo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vai me deixar louco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei quevocê pensa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O amor é do seu jeito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coração quebrado e Orgulho inteiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amar assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jamais dizer adeus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já não é mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A grande surpresa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Viver assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a se morder de amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não quero tocar em você Óh, Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E fazer seu jogo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vai me deixar louco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei quevocê pensa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O amor é do seu jeito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coração quebrado e Orgulho inteiro &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amar assim Jamais dizer adeus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já não é mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A grande surpresa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Viver assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que &lt;em&gt;musiquinha&lt;/em&gt; gostosa de escutar hehe!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah, eu gosto sim...pq não&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me faz ter gostosas lembranças...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;era no tempo em q tudo ia bem...eu não queria enchergar a realidade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;preferia fechar os olhos... snif!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nu mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ana Kamila Souza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-7076936708175713082?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/7076936708175713082/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=7076936708175713082' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/7076936708175713082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/7076936708175713082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2008/12/mordida-de-amor-yahoo.html' title='Mordida de amor - Yahoo'/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SUFoWzb7gRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/v2n_TVT-g_Q/s72-c/YAHOO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-2616348938868740105</id><published>2008-12-01T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T12:01:13.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>massa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/STRAJwKVm7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/JwJuUuRDamI/s1600-h/nserhgrhhfrt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274911599848954802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/STRAJwKVm7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/JwJuUuRDamI/s320/nserhgrhhfrt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vem Meu Amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivete Sangalo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu te vejo paro logo em seu olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O meu desejo é que eu possa te beijar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentir seu corpo me abrigar em seu calor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje o que eu quero é ganhar o seu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu fico assim querendo o seu prazer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não consigo um minuto sem te ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sua presença alegra meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E é pra você que eu canto essa canção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Refrão) Vem meu amor me tirar da solidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vem meu amor me tirar da solidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vem para o Olodum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vem dançar no Pelô&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vem meu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chega pra cá me dá a mão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vem meu amor me tirar da solidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vem meu amor me tirar da solidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vem para o Olodum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vem dançar no Pelô&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vem meu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chega pra cá me dá a mão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu fico assim querendo seu prazer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não consigo um minuto sem te ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sua presença alegra meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E é pra você que eu canto essa canção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Refrão)  Vem meu amor me tirar da solidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vem meu amor me tirar da solidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vem para o Olodum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vem dançar no Pelô&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vem meu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chega pra cá me dá a mão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vem meu amor me tirar da solidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vem meu amor me tirar da solidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vem para o Olodum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vem dançar no Pelô&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vem meu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chega pra cá me dá a mão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...filme massa ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ai Lazaro Ramos vc é tudo e muito mais rs, lindo, gostoso, maravilhoso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nu mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ana kamila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-2616348938868740105?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/2616348938868740105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=2616348938868740105' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/2616348938868740105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/2616348938868740105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2008/12/massa.html' title='massa...'/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/STRAJwKVm7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/JwJuUuRDamI/s72-c/nserhgrhhfrt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-8759388001335627224</id><published>2008-11-20T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T12:23:43.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nada não ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SSXHQaZgDSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7HohjAvI-cc/s1600-h/MDHFJGKG,L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270838023685147938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SSXHQaZgDSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7HohjAvI-cc/s320/MDHFJGKG,L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...A sua paixão por .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;se extinguiu sem deixar cicatrizes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nu mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-8759388001335627224?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/8759388001335627224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=8759388001335627224' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/8759388001335627224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/8759388001335627224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2008/11/nada-no.html' title='nada não ....'/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SSXHQaZgDSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7HohjAvI-cc/s72-c/MDHFJGKG,L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-3591011618101062647</id><published>2008-11-18T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:13:28.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SSMTrJ1Ps2I/AAAAAAAAAG4/0lizCEtm7po/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270077621048161122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SSMTrJ1Ps2I/AAAAAAAAAG4/0lizCEtm7po/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pensava nisso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;havia muito tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;não como uma eventualidade (sempre incerta)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;porém como algo que necessariamente devia acontecer...(Dostoiéviski)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isso é pra ti...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Você está pisando no meu pé, desleixado!&lt;br /&gt;você está pisando na minha sombra, seu mal educado.&lt;br /&gt;você está pisando na minha alma, insensível… (??)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nu mais...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mila&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-3591011618101062647?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/3591011618101062647/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=3591011618101062647' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/3591011618101062647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/3591011618101062647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SSMTrJ1Ps2I/AAAAAAAAAG4/0lizCEtm7po/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-1260181865571163000</id><published>2008-11-07T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:14:18.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>parece não ter chão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SRR2n16PF8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/9EDNzeXMgaE/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265964291161266114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SRR2n16PF8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/9EDNzeXMgaE/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E viver sempre nessa espera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mila&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/2043212313313790075-1260181865571163000?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/1260181865571163000/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=1260181865571163000' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/1260181865571163000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/1260181865571163000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2008/11/parece-no-ter-cho.html' title='parece não ter chão...'/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SRR2n16PF8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/9EDNzeXMgaE/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-7681127488832861729</id><published>2008-10-20T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T05:16:01.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SPx0TogFf6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DKo1SMM6X08/s1600-h/cartao_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259206345500229538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SPx0TogFf6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DKo1SMM6X08/s320/cartao_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Já te vejo brincando&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gostando de ser tua sombra&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a se multiplicar nos teus olhos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tb posso ver as vitrines t vendo passar na galeria&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cada clarão é como um dia depois de outro dia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;abrindo um salão passas em exposição&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;passas sem ver teu vigia cantando a poesia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;que etornas no chão (Chico Buarque; "mais de uma vez")&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-7681127488832861729?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/7681127488832861729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=7681127488832861729' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/7681127488832861729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/7681127488832861729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2008/10/j-te-vejo-brincando-gostando-de-ser-tua.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/SPx0TogFf6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DKo1SMM6X08/s72-c/cartao_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-1542045768722153664</id><published>2008-10-14T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:12:46.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Abraço!!!</title><content type='html'>... Um abraço vale mais q tudo,&lt;div&gt;mais q palavras e até mais q um beijo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como seria bom se nós tivessemos nos abraçado mais,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu sentindo o aconchego dos seus braços grandes e fortes e o calor (e q calor) do seu peito...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;um abraço...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é tudo q eu quero de ti ainda...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;já recebi varios depois do teu mais nada se compara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;se por acaso tivermos oportunidade, daquelas q o destino sempre proporciona...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quero apenas um abraço seu A.A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..." Só o q quero no meio da noite é abraçar forte vc..." (musica Rosanna)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-1542045768722153664?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/1542045768722153664/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=1542045768722153664' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/1542045768722153664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/1542045768722153664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2008/10/abrao.html' title='...Abraço!!!'/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043212313313790075.post-1608484659680245226</id><published>2008-06-03T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T16:46:03.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>" Eu existo em função dos outros me notarem, eu sou eu e minhas circustâncias" (Sartre)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2043212313313790075-1608484659680245226?l=kamiladostoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/feeds/1608484659680245226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2043212313313790075&amp;postID=1608484659680245226' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/1608484659680245226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2043212313313790075/posts/default/1608484659680245226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamiladostoi.blogspot.com/2008/06/eu-existo-em-funo-dos-outros-me-notarem.html' title='&quot; Eu existo em função dos outros me notarem, eu sou eu e minhas circustâncias&quot; (Sartre)'/><author><name>Ana Kamila Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532163752609330481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6M5itCfGEao/TECOrbeuZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Gn-k8_B53RM/S220/Kamiladostoi0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
