<?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-38567050</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:31:14.022-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lu**nática</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Em um mundo particular. Bem longe daqui.&lt;/center&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>577</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-8933145915233610468</id><published>2012-02-16T07:25:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T20:58:56.488-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uma dose a menos por favor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;O mundo anda bebendo demais. É nítido e notório que o consumo de bebidas alcoólicas cresce perigosamente e atinge todas as classes sociais e faixas etárias. Afinal, é uma droga lícita e a própria mídia cria até um glamour em torno desta questão.Beber é considerado, de certa forma, legal, divertido, elegante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;É só reparar. Na televisão e nos filmes, por exemplo, gente rica e chique bebe bastante. De Whisky a drinks com vodka e champagne. Mas na vida real o povão bebe o que é mais barato, acessível ao bolso e dá aquela alegriazinha e sensação de bem estar do mesmo jeito. Os danos são praticamente os mesmos, a diferença é a ressaca no dia seguinte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Já as celebridades vivem às voltas com micos e escândalos que envolvem excesso de bebida e drogas. Logo eles, que para muitos, são vistos com admiração, como exemplos de sucesso, talento, beleza e perfeição. E até quem parece ter o mundo a seus pés tem suas fraquezas e precisa recorrer a válvulas de escape para suportar certas coisas na vida. E acabam influenciando sem querer as pessoas. E não há glamour nenhum nisso.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;A humanidade esfriou. E a bebida é usada para aquecer muito corações. A fuga de seus problemas e sofrimentos talvez nem seja a maior causa para o elevado consumo de álcool hoje em dia. As pessoas buscam mesmo é algum conforto, prazer, tolerância. Ninguém se aguenta. Ninguém aguenta a mesmice da vida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Muitos querem só relaxar, se anestesiar e ver o mundo mais bonito, mais colorido, mais emocionante. Querem enxergar as pessoas mais encantadoras e interessantes. E querem ser assim também aos olhos dos outros. Pois quem é que não supera a timidez e passa a se sentir um super herói depois de umas doses a mais?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas tudo tem o seu ônus. E o que começa devagar, de forma leve e suave pode vir a se tornar um hábito constante, que traz danos não só para a saúde, mas para a vida de uma forma geral. Porque não há nada pior que o arrependimento no dia seguinte, por ter falado demais, ou ter feito algo que sóbrio, jamais faria.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;O alcoolismo é uma doença que avança silenciosamente é é preciso estar atento. Até aqueles que hoje não exageram, amanhã correm o risco de passar por algum problema e resolver afogar as mágoas na bebida. E o que era só diversão passa a ser mais um problema, além de não solucionar nenhum outro. Só ilude. Só adia o enfrentamento.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Dor de cabeça, enjôo e ressaca moral não fica bonito nem nos filmes. Nem nos ricos e famosos, nem muito menos na vida real.&amp;nbsp; Todo mundo precisa relaxar de vez em quando e não ser tão certinho. Mas o bom mesmo é conseguir se controlar e sair bem na foto. Sempre.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38567050-8933145915233610468?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/8933145915233610468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=8933145915233610468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/8933145915233610468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/8933145915233610468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2012/02/uma-dose-menos-por-favor-o-mundo-anda.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-1843683884647072109</id><published>2012-02-13T05:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T05:55:00.737-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Para algumas pessoas, as palavras são vento.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Para mim, as palavras são pedra.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38567050-1843683884647072109?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/1843683884647072109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=1843683884647072109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/1843683884647072109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/1843683884647072109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2012/02/para-algumas-pessoas-as-palavras-sao.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-2382545936111506039</id><published>2012-02-12T04:18:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T04:22:27.612-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Diva, Rest in Peace.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1bg24K1Cbvc" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A matemática é essa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Baixa autoestima + Homem canalha que não presta = Abuso de álcool e drogas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Abuso excessivo de álcool e drogas + Falta de amor = Saúde frágil pra sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um monte de gente fala um monte de besteira e sempre irão falar, mas só Deus  pode te julgar. Só ele é capaz de julgar nossas fraquezas com verdadeira compaixão. E você merece todo o respeito do mundo, por seu talento e  obra.&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/38567050-2382545936111506039?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/2382545936111506039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=2382545936111506039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/2382545936111506039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/2382545936111506039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2012/02/diva-rest-in-peace.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1bg24K1Cbvc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-6152830157117771440</id><published>2012-02-10T07:43:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T11:09:28.629-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Quero todos os esses&amp;nbsp; bons da vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mgknQEWZehg/TzPNyOuFkPI/AAAAAAAABug/CG2wmt2foGA/s1600/396334_159341987510568_100003043034571_209530_126681264_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mgknQEWZehg/TzPNyOuFkPI/AAAAAAAABug/CG2wmt2foGA/s640/396334_159341987510568_100003043034571_209530_126681264_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sAúDe&amp;nbsp; * sImPlIcIdAdE * sOrTe *&amp;nbsp; sOlUçÕeS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sInCeRiDaDe * sOrRiSos * sAbEdOrIa * sErOtOnInA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sEgUrAnÇa * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sEnTiMeNtO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sEnCiBiLiDaDe&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sAtIsFaÇãO * sUcEsSo * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sIlÊnCiO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sUaViDaDe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;* sOl e sOmBrA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;sOnHoS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/38567050-6152830157117771440?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/6152830157117771440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=6152830157117771440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/6152830157117771440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/6152830157117771440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2012/02/quero-todos-os-esses-bons-da-vida-saude.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mgknQEWZehg/TzPNyOuFkPI/AAAAAAAABug/CG2wmt2foGA/s72-c/396334_159341987510568_100003043034571_209530_126681264_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-3585787974474272212</id><published>2012-02-09T11:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T11:43:08.674-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Alguém aí está com calor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2pMH6boaoLI/TzPNEQzFGMI/AAAAAAAABuY/pd30scGJoz4/s1600/mulher_mar1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2pMH6boaoLI/TzPNEQzFGMI/AAAAAAAABuY/pd30scGJoz4/s400/mulher_mar1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cara, que sofrimento!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Eu simplesmente ODEIO esse calor do Rio!&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/38567050-3585787974474272212?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/3585787974474272212/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=3585787974474272212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/3585787974474272212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/3585787974474272212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2012/02/alguem-ai-esta-com-calor-cara-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2pMH6boaoLI/TzPNEQzFGMI/AAAAAAAABuY/pd30scGJoz4/s72-c/mulher_mar1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-2422529237411871731</id><published>2012-02-06T21:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T21:29:39.152-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Leão da montanha: saída pela direita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cada vez mais eu suporto menos pessoas e ambientes nocivos. Deveria ser um bom sinal, estou realmente evoluindo.Mas será que a evolução de verdade não consiste em conviver, aturar e não se deixar abalar? Creio que sim e com certeza esse é o próximo estágio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas sei que ainda estou longe dele. Uma simples ida ao shopping para comer algo na praça de alimentação se torna um suplício, com todo aquele zum zum zum, falatório, gente mal educada, falando alto demais, pais gritando com as crianças... Na boa, filial do inferno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E nas baladas não é diferente. Às vezes as pessoas bebem para ter que aturar os outros bêbados, porque sóbrio... É impossível se relacionar. Os caras gritam, te puxam, se o local estiver cheio, te esbarram e te empurram... E a música... Esse é outro capítulo à parte.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já me diverti bastante. Não tenho mais a menor vontade de sair toda semana. Uma vez por mês é o suficiente e olhe lá. É muito melhor fazer uma comidinha, ver um filme, ouvir música, num ambiente acolhedor e seguro, longe de tanto tumulto. Nunca gostei de festa estranha com gente esquisita, agora então.... Odeio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O tempo passa e as prioridades mudam e nesse ponto, é bom estar mais velha. Não sentir mais aquela necessidade de conhecer a vida. Já vi muita coisa. A maioria não gostei e as que eu gostei, carreguei comigo. Com as pessoas também foi assim. Tento aturar aquelas que sei que são falsas, mas por ter amigos em comum, eu evito o conflito. No caso, eu não posso simplesmente deletar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas tenho vontade de excluir permanentemente da minha vida pessoas invejosas, que só enxergam o lado negativo, que crtiticam a tudo e a todos e não olham para a sua própria cauda. Pessoas que sugam a sua energia, que se incomodam com seu sorriso. Porque eu posso estar na M total, mas eu vou tentar sorrir, sempre.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Não acho que estou me isolando. Estou apenas escolhendo o que e quem é bom pra mim. Lugares e pessoas que me deixam feliz. Se estamos aqui para aprender com os desafetos, Deus que me desculpe, mas esse capítulo do livro eu vou pular, vou esquecer que li. Porque ainda não cheguei nesse grau de evolução e só o que eu quero e preciso hoje é me sentir alegre e feliz. &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/38567050-2422529237411871731?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/2422529237411871731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=2422529237411871731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/2422529237411871731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/2422529237411871731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2012/02/leao-da-montanha-saida-pela-direita.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-56176704236170327</id><published>2012-02-05T09:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T09:28:00.414-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kVcDDgMnVbo/TyHh32KwJQI/AAAAAAAABtw/VyM1uo8R5ZI/s1600/74089_Papel-de-Parede-Amor--74089_1024x768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kVcDDgMnVbo/TyHh32KwJQI/AAAAAAAABtw/VyM1uo8R5ZI/s400/74089_Papel-de-Parede-Amor--74089_1024x768.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1278911741fr" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1327612707642415" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Opte por aquilo que faz o seu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1278911741fr" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1327612707642415" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;coração vibrar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1278911741fr" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1327612707642415" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Apesar de todas as consequências."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;span class="yiv1278911741aut"&gt;Osho&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/38567050-56176704236170327?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/56176704236170327/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=56176704236170327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/56176704236170327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/56176704236170327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2012/02/opte-por-aquilo-que-faz-o-seu-coracao.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kVcDDgMnVbo/TyHh32KwJQI/AAAAAAAABtw/VyM1uo8R5ZI/s72-c/74089_Papel-de-Parede-Amor--74089_1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-4598394492727606566</id><published>2012-02-04T07:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T07:27:00.155-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yFNLZ8Ta2Ag/TygWbqJX3aI/AAAAAAAABt4/AhX5OxAfukk/s1600/403592_3033740652842_1542691102_2878722_899959101_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yFNLZ8Ta2Ag/TygWbqJX3aI/AAAAAAAABt4/AhX5OxAfukk/s400/403592_3033740652842_1542691102_2878722_899959101_n.jpg" width="397" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Mandala do AMOR DIVINO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;By Márian Soluz&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/38567050-4598394492727606566?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/4598394492727606566/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=4598394492727606566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/4598394492727606566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/4598394492727606566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2012/02/mandala-do-amor-divino-by-marian-soluz.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yFNLZ8Ta2Ag/TygWbqJX3aI/AAAAAAAABt4/AhX5OxAfukk/s72-c/403592_3033740652842_1542691102_2878722_899959101_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-877483082474413446</id><published>2012-02-03T07:07:00.012-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T18:35:00.157-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Pode to be? kkkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hLZy-gR4oQg/TysXiH6mCuI/AAAAAAAABuI/1pdHcKth5H4/s1600/Extra_Flamengo_Joel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hLZy-gR4oQg/TysXiH6mCuI/AAAAAAAABuI/1pdHcKth5H4/s400/Extra_Flamengo_Joel.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;A Nação está torcendo para que seja você,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; 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Odoiá, Divina Mãe, Rainha do mar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UdsBiSfoQ3Y/TypsOStFBFI/AAAAAAAABuA/8nVlNKMoEZ4/s1600/iemanj%C3%A1+a+rainha+do+mar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UdsBiSfoQ3Y/TypsOStFBFI/AAAAAAAABuA/8nVlNKMoEZ4/s400/iemanj%C3%A1+a+rainha+do+mar.jpg" width="306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38567050-1390973604822787033?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/1390973604822787033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=1390973604822787033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/1390973604822787033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/1390973604822787033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2012/02/salve-iemanja-odoia-divina-mae-rainha.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UdsBiSfoQ3Y/TypsOStFBFI/AAAAAAAABuA/8nVlNKMoEZ4/s72-c/iemanj%C3%A1+a+rainha+do+mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-7818132551192038352</id><published>2012-01-28T07:14:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T07:14:00.567-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nesta semana levantei a bandeira das boas escolhas e percebi o quanto estou feliz com meus progressos pessoais. Porque aprendi. Não sou expert no amor, pelo contrário, ainda me atrapalho toda quando o assunto é relacionamento. Mas aprendi a escolher, sim.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;De fato, a paixão e o amor também nos escolhem. Eles acontecem do nada e são inevitáveis. Mas nós temos o poder de escolher se vale a pena, se vamos lutar ou se queremos sofrer. Depois de algumas "porradas" que a vida dá, decepções e tristezas, eu aprendi a fazer boas escolhas. E estou orgulhosa de mim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zcSJoTLPdsw/TyHgPXsLpVI/AAAAAAAABto/1uhh5oCV1tE/s1600/269836_172728349456452_157842324278388_469156_1539754_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zcSJoTLPdsw/TyHgPXsLpVI/AAAAAAAABto/1uhh5oCV1tE/s400/269836_172728349456452_157842324278388_469156_1539754_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/38567050-7818132551192038352?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/7818132551192038352/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=7818132551192038352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/7818132551192038352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/7818132551192038352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2012/01/nesta-semana-levantei-bandeira-das-boas.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zcSJoTLPdsw/TyHgPXsLpVI/AAAAAAAABto/1uhh5oCV1tE/s72-c/269836_172728349456452_157842324278388_469156_1539754_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-4240652973334801462</id><published>2012-01-27T08:49:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T08:49:00.931-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;É com muuuuuuuuito orgulho que estou aqui divulgando o blog da minha sobrinha amada, que é uma adolescente de 11 anos super inteligente e de muita personalidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Acessem: http://vidadeadolecente300.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Bê, já estou seguindo, aliás, te sigo até o fim do mundo se for preciso! 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text-align: center;"&gt;Estou&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;FELIZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;E é só isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;que tenho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;a dizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&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/38567050-4892472205646630415?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/4892472205646630415/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=4892472205646630415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/4892472205646630415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/4892472205646630415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2012/01/estou-feliz.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-2148140685132088411</id><published>2012-01-25T06:54:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T06:54:00.263-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7sIBe_a__dM/TvdxdDoU4rI/AAAAAAAABp0/QnI77sJz7TQ/s1600/393707_234328986636122_218834004852287_572595_1864404980_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="385" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7sIBe_a__dM/TvdxdDoU4rI/AAAAAAAABp0/QnI77sJz7TQ/s400/393707_234328986636122_218834004852287_572595_1864404980_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;É desse jeito aí.&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/38567050-2148140685132088411?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/2148140685132088411/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=2148140685132088411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/2148140685132088411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/2148140685132088411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-desse-jeito-ai.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7sIBe_a__dM/TvdxdDoU4rI/AAAAAAAABp0/QnI77sJz7TQ/s72-c/393707_234328986636122_218834004852287_572595_1864404980_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-6293714172087117726</id><published>2012-01-24T09:06:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T09:06:00.130-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aeKjhPb1Y3s/Tx3e4e2nmLI/AAAAAAAABtc/tX20OV2CyqA/s1600/jesus_ba_praia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aeKjhPb1Y3s/Tx3e4e2nmLI/AAAAAAAABtc/tX20OV2CyqA/s400/jesus_ba_praia.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38567050-6293714172087117726?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/6293714172087117726/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=6293714172087117726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/6293714172087117726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/6293714172087117726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aeKjhPb1Y3s/Tx3e4e2nmLI/AAAAAAAABtc/tX20OV2CyqA/s72-c/jesus_ba_praia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-6719548407459368830</id><published>2012-01-23T07:02:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T20:19:12.771-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Escrevi esta poesia há alguns meses, antes do furacão que passou na minha vida. A piece of my heart he took to New Zeland and wherever he goes, my mind will follow him. I love you with all of my heart, body and soul, I always will, cause you are special and one of a kind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;♥ Friends forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cexOXmE97tw/Txxc_NeEM_I/AAAAAAAABtE/Z8LbL2CYteY/s1600/2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cexOXmE97tw/Txxc_NeEM_I/AAAAAAAABtE/Z8LbL2CYteY/s400/2012.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1636767654Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Te quero muito além do que posso ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Você é assim pra mim, desde sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Até hoje ainda lembro, te vejo sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Luz intensa, paz, um brilho diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Magnetismo que eu quis atrair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Apesar do tempo, distância, rumo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Te guardo intacto, não sei nem o porquê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É forte, me faz perder o prumo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Em nós é tudo tão perfeito, eu&amp;nbsp;com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não explico, também não me entrego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Há muito além da pele ou simples querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por isso me escondo, atrás de um olho cego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Então não confio, se você não ceder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Verdade não se constrói, existe ou não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O amor não é egoísta, é pleno sem hesitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Porque Deus é quem semeia, com fé e razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Nasce, cresce, nem precisa plantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas se queremos mundos distintos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O destino eu não posso obedecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Certo ou errado, sigo meus instintos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PDq4J6tlfT0/Txvnvcaja-I/AAAAAAAABs0/ze26UUmqnJc/s1600/Fenix.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="350" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PDq4J6tlfT0/Txvnvcaja-I/AAAAAAAABs0/ze26UUmqnJc/s400/Fenix.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;DESEJO UMA SEMANA MARAVILHOSA A TODOS!&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/38567050-6361285278048371107?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/6361285278048371107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=6361285278048371107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/6361285278048371107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/6361285278048371107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2012/01/desejo-uma-semana-maravilhosa-todos.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PDq4J6tlfT0/Txvnvcaja-I/AAAAAAAABs0/ze26UUmqnJc/s72-c/Fenix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-6820985234471873446</id><published>2012-01-16T08:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T08:32:00.638-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Gosto de ter personalidade forte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;E a única pessoa que eu tenho que agradar nesta vida...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;SOU EU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/38567050-6820985234471873446?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/6820985234471873446/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=6820985234471873446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/6820985234471873446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/6820985234471873446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-me-amo-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IHTa_hZi3YI/TxNU8xxrbUI/AAAAAAAABsk/49DdxYLFPeA/s72-c/297594_314498905243401_301246409901984_1351942_944202505_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-2288737909029237321</id><published>2012-01-15T20:41:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T20:41:30.814-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Y5vuqNI7ZUw" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38567050-2288737909029237321?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/2288737909029237321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=2288737909029237321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/2288737909029237321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/2288737909029237321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Y5vuqNI7ZUw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-4298171629134651904</id><published>2012-01-14T18:41:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T21:00:48.505-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TA0ZGyfCIz0/TxNW1cVv5DI/AAAAAAAABss/WFEmJoh4Uzc/s1600/391172_137213703053366_121233167984753_182891_142091686_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TA0ZGyfCIz0/TxNW1cVv5DI/AAAAAAAABss/WFEmJoh4Uzc/s640/391172_137213703053366_121233167984753_182891_142091686_n.jpg" width="496" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Nas minhas andanças pelo Facebook, de tudo que eu já vi, isso aqui foi sem dúvida, o melhor de todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; Muito fato mesmo. Às vezes não tem nada errado com você, mas você é "obrigado" a conviver com pessoas que tem pouca luz, que são infelizes e fazem de tudo pra te colocar pra baixo, porque quem está afundando não quer ir sozinho. E diversas vezes você se pergunta se é você que está louco, que está errado, você até se culpa...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Quando na verdade, a miserabilidade dos outros é que te contamina. Gente que só vê maldade, só vê o lado ruim das coisas e das pessoas, que vive de mau humor, que está insatisfeito com sua vida, q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;ue não é feliz e não quer que ninguém mais seja.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Agradeço a Deus todos os dias pela minha lucidez e apesar das dificuldades, eu aprendi a me defender e não me abalo mais com os idiotas. Eu ignoro e até perdôo. Mas não dou uma de boazinha, cansei. Eu os quero bem longe de mim. &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/38567050-4298171629134651904?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/4298171629134651904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=4298171629134651904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/4298171629134651904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/4298171629134651904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2012/01/nas-minhas-andancas-pelo-facebook-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TA0ZGyfCIz0/TxNW1cVv5DI/AAAAAAAABss/WFEmJoh4Uzc/s72-c/391172_137213703053366_121233167984753_182891_142091686_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-2399609699703179784</id><published>2012-01-12T21:06:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T08:56:03.429-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nada do que foi, será&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O mundo e seus habitantes vivem em constante evolução, com certeza. Mas o que era pra ser bom de todas as formas, torna-se duvidoso quando as mudanças não são para melhor e acabam dando lugar a saudade e a nostalgia. É aquela sensação constante de que coisas maravilhosas foram vividas, tudo mudou e nada nunca será como era antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É preciso viver o hoje e olhar sempre pra frente. Quanto a isso, não há o que questionar. Mas por que a tendência das pessoas é ficar relembrando e tentando reviver o que não volta mais? E ainda, se a evolução é o princípio e o objetivo, com o passar do tempo, é contraditório a vida piorar. Lembranças de lugares e momentos felizes são importantes. Mas deveriam ficar só no passado.  Porque nostalgia é ruim, sim. Saudade também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Antes da internet as pessoas se visitavam, conversavam ao telefone, os laços eram mais fortes. Hoje todo mundo está tão perto e tão longe ao mesmo tempo. Havia também a conquista, o namoro, menos oferta e procura e homens e mulheres mais seletivos, em busca de amor e de felicidade. Mas hoje é só sexo e muita solidão. E o mundo se tornou individualista demais.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Os lugares também estão diferentes e com o crescimento da população e o aumento da violência, a alegria às vezes anda lado a lado com o medo na hora de sair de casa. E como a night começa cada vez mais tarde, muitos que gostavam realmente de sair pra baladas, agora preferem fazer um programinha mais light e seguro. Se beber, não dirija. Se for mulher e tiver carro, vá de táxi. Cuidado com os bandidos, cuidado com o excesso de álcool, cuidado até na hora de pagar a conta, porque você também pode ser roubado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A Lapa dos anos 80 era território da galera alternativa de verdade. O Circo voador não era todo bonitinho como é hoje, mas o estilo trash tinha o seu encanto, assim como a Sinuca, que virou Lapa 40º. O bairro era uma opção pra quem não queria ir a boates frequentadas por mauricinhos e patricinhas. Hoje tem lugar para todas as tribos na Lapa. Mas de alternativo, sobrou pouca coisa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As praias eram bem mais tranquilas. Na Barra não havia a ciclovia, é verdade. Mas por outro lado, ao invés dos quiosques, os trailers davam uma impressão de cidade de veraneio, com muita vegetação e um ar meio desleixado, desarrumado, que fazia toda a diferença na paisagem. E à noite, a pedida era um sanduba no Via 11, que por sinal, ainda existe no mesmo local. Só que ninguém mais para por ali depois que escurece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O Maracanã era muito mais legal quando as arquibancadas não tinham quelas cadeirinhas. E aí se a partida fosse um clássico de decisão, na hora daquela jogada dentro da área, quando quase sai o gol e todo mundo levanta para ver o lance, quem não sentasse rápido na hora de gritar o uhhhh, perdia o lugar. E era bem mais emocionante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As quadras de escola de samba eram frequentadas por moradores da região, da comunidade e pelos apaixonados pelo samba. Não tinham ar condicionado, não tinham trocentos seguranças e não tinha nenhum estresse. Ficava cheia, um calorão, mas não havia tanta frescura, tudo coisa inventada pra atender os ilustres turistas, ou seja, virou mesmo atração pra gringo ver. Onde andam vocês, antigos carnavais... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E as músicas? Flashbacks são o que há de melhor. Hoje em dia você liga o rádio e só escuta  porcaria enlatada no seu dial. Tudo é pop, tudo tem o apelo comercial, salvo raras exceções. O velho e bom rock n roll, a MPB e as músicas românticas pertencem ao século passado. E nesse ponto, não dá pra abrir mão. Recordar é viver com certeza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Na televisão tudo também era mais divertido. As novelas eram boas, os seriados, os filmes, nada era do tipo mais do mesmo. Não havia tantas propagandas, não havia programas sensacionalistas, nem baixaria.A programação era mais honesta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas o mais legal de "antigamente", disparado, eram os cinemas de rua. A arquitetura, o tamanho das salas, o charme. Podia-se entrar no meio do filme e assistir o início da sessão seguinte. Bons tempos. Mas nada do que foi, será. Quem vive no passado não se permite enxergar novas possibilidades. Já o amanhã, quem viver, verá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E é só o hoje que importa de verdade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ehcTxoWv2fE/TwVpDtmj7qI/AAAAAAAABr4/1GZLYjyYXT4/s1600/tomorrow-today-yesterday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ehcTxoWv2fE/TwVpDtmj7qI/AAAAAAAABr4/1GZLYjyYXT4/s400/tomorrow-today-yesterday.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/38567050-5783358975929323774?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/5783358975929323774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=5783358975929323774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/5783358975929323774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/5783358975929323774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2012/01/nada-do-que-foi-sera-o-mundo-e-seus.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ehcTxoWv2fE/TwVpDtmj7qI/AAAAAAAABr4/1GZLYjyYXT4/s72-c/tomorrow-today-yesterday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-4241440467080540324</id><published>2012-01-06T23:06:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T23:06:00.234-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FxzPeojtmUA" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38567050-4241440467080540324?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/4241440467080540324/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=4241440467080540324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/4241440467080540324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/4241440467080540324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FxzPeojtmUA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-4225123643063988524</id><published>2012-01-05T15:22:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T20:57:02.914-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nem orkut, nem facebook. Pode aparecer&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a rede social que for...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nada vai me afastar de você !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uVS5zRKupGA/TvdcO7U3g4I/AAAAAAAABpQ/HGNhqtZRlYY/s1600/Eu+amo+meu+blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uVS5zRKupGA/TvdcO7U3g4I/AAAAAAAABpQ/HGNhqtZRlYY/s400/Eu+amo+meu+blog.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu escr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;evo desde pequena.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Minhas melhores notas eram em português e redação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas sempre tive dificuldade em falar o que sentia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;E tenho até hoje.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;O blog me ajudou muito nisso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Acho que escrever é mais fácil&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;E eu sei que não posso dizer tudo aqui.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Então só falo o que eu quero que os outros saibam.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas mesmo assim, é bom poder me expressar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; e não guardar o que penso só pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wjQvmo6adPw/TvddpSBLViI/AAAAAAAABpc/18mK9czcarE/s1600/6a00d83451c82369e20111685e7b8c970c-800wi.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Essa aí canta muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Ana Carolina tem o dom de dizer tudo o que eu sinto. &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/38567050-7109853823065551555?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/7109853823065551555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=7109853823065551555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/7109853823065551555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/7109853823065551555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/12/essa-ai-e-canta-muito.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_kegtQJAQHM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-2680597384163533650</id><published>2012-01-02T07:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T07:52:00.224-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="aboveUnitContent"&gt;&lt;div class="tlTxFe" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pedidos para 2012?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tlTxFe" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Deus sabe o que há no meu íntimo. Ele já conhece os desejos mais sinceros e profundos do meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tlTxFe"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tlTxFe"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oigteIM_bkY/Tvdw--yvIUI/AAAAAAAABpo/Aq4X-U57Hjo/s1600/388247_251060041625634_209362079128764_738511_234106547_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oigteIM_bkY/Tvdw--yvIUI/AAAAAAAABpo/Aq4X-U57Hjo/s400/388247_251060041625634_209362079128764_738511_234106547_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38567050-2680597384163533650?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/2680597384163533650/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=2680597384163533650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/2680597384163533650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/2680597384163533650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2012/01/pedidos-para-2012-deus-sabe-o-que-ha-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oigteIM_bkY/Tvdw--yvIUI/AAAAAAAABpo/Aq4X-U57Hjo/s72-c/388247_251060041625634_209362079128764_738511_234106547_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-4453815071660836378</id><published>2012-01-01T03:52:00.024-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T09:12:53.296-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-equNfbkMYzQ/TvibEaFfCFI/AAAAAAAABrU/JEoM2RWzlcw/s1600/2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-equNfbkMYzQ/TvibEaFfCFI/AAAAAAAABrU/JEoM2RWzlcw/s400/2012.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Eu desejo amor para todo o mundo. Porque o amor tem o poder de transformar. Ele nos dá a paz,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;a compreensão,  a sanidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt; o equilíbrio,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;o perdão, a harmonia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Feliz 2012!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vd2G5vDWnJY/TviaerWDgNI/AAAAAAAABrI/WbfzXlAeeZY/s1600/desejos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vd2G5vDWnJY/TviaerWDgNI/AAAAAAAABrI/WbfzXlAeeZY/s640/desejos.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/38567050-4453815071660836378?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/4453815071660836378/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=4453815071660836378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/4453815071660836378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/4453815071660836378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-desejo-amor-para-todo-o-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-equNfbkMYzQ/TvibEaFfCFI/AAAAAAAABrU/JEoM2RWzlcw/s72-c/2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-6495117038103472749</id><published>2011-12-31T08:11:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T08:11:00.196-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Na verdade, é só isso que vai acontecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O resto continua tudo igual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sfrfmMjvPjE/TuxrDTHfXnI/AAAAAAAABmU/ZbhGwzrXIyI/s1600/imagesHHHHHHHHHH.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sfrfmMjvPjE/TuxrDTHfXnI/AAAAAAAABmU/ZbhGwzrXIyI/s400/imagesHHHHHHHHHH.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Nunca entendi bem essa alegria&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;estranha das pessoas na noite do reveillon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Mas sou otimista&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;e espero que 2012 seja melhor.&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/38567050-6495117038103472749?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/6495117038103472749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=6495117038103472749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/6495117038103472749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/6495117038103472749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/12/na-verdade-e-so-isso-que-vai-acontecer.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sfrfmMjvPjE/TuxrDTHfXnI/AAAAAAAABmU/ZbhGwzrXIyI/s72-c/imagesHHHHHHHHHH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-3559124549288265674</id><published>2011-12-28T13:40:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T21:05:36.355-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vivo e morro amando&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Nunca entenderão, eu garanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Não que com isso eu me importe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Há em mim todo esse pranto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;De quem sempre sonhou com a sorte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Espero milagre de todo santo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Com vela acesa e reza forte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Quero apenas sentir e sentir tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;É o que basta, que me conforte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Destino com tão pouco encanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Só o amor faz com que eu suporte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Prefiro viver sangrando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Na pele a dor de cada corte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas assim, morro amando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;E na vida não há melhor morte&lt;/span&gt;&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/-ybKOT6ovjUM/TvudBv6HvgI/AAAAAAAABrg/lavO69-7glw/s1600/love%252Cart%252Cheart%252Csunum-f23dd01dc8b1e0c050a47078d04d0b31_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ybKOT6ovjUM/TvudBv6HvgI/AAAAAAAABrg/lavO69-7glw/s400/love%252Cart%252Cheart%252Csunum-f23dd01dc8b1e0c050a47078d04d0b31_h.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/38567050-3559124549288265674?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/3559124549288265674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=3559124549288265674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/3559124549288265674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/3559124549288265674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/12/vivo-e-morro-amando-nunca-entenderao-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ybKOT6ovjUM/TvudBv6HvgI/AAAAAAAABrg/lavO69-7glw/s72-c/love%252Cart%252Cheart%252Csunum-f23dd01dc8b1e0c050a47078d04d0b31_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-6097789230922458385</id><published>2011-12-26T00:07:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T08:45:47.877-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ2mRFnHuqw/TxvoziypcpI/AAAAAAAABs8/5aR41mXAmlo/s1600/pic+0061.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ2mRFnHuqw/TxvoziypcpI/AAAAAAAABs8/5aR41mXAmlo/s640/pic+0061.jpg" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/imagem%20transparente" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Sou uma mulher de muita fé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Tudo eu posso naquele que me fortalece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Vou terminar 2011 e começar 2012 com esse sorriso&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;aí estampado no meu rosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;E o brilho no olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu fraquejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Mas nada é capaz de me derrubar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sou assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Obrigada, DEUS. &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/38567050-6097789230922458385?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/6097789230922458385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=6097789230922458385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/6097789230922458385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/6097789230922458385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/12/sou-uma-mulher-de-muita-fe.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ2mRFnHuqw/TxvoziypcpI/AAAAAAAABs8/5aR41mXAmlo/s72-c/pic+0061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-6928453560665838208</id><published>2011-12-25T09:33:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T10:07:17.360-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;FELIZ ANIVERSÁRIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RBhl8kHcqjc/TuxiADWcC4I/AAAAAAAABls/KrhQB1chUwE/s1600/fotos-jesus-cristo-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RBhl8kHcqjc/TuxiADWcC4I/AAAAAAAABls/KrhQB1chUwE/s400/fotos-jesus-cristo-2.jpg" width="371" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_1_1324112110400153" style="color: cyan; font-size: medium;"&gt;PATER NOSTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i id="yui_3_2_0_1_1324112110400150"&gt;Pater noster qui es in caelis. &lt;br /&gt;Sanctificefu nomen tuum.&lt;br /&gt;Adveniat Regnum tuum.&lt;br /&gt;Fiat voluntas tua sicut in caelo et in terra. &lt;br /&gt;Panem nostro quotidianum da nobis hodie.&lt;br /&gt;Quia Deus es.&lt;br /&gt;Et dimitte nobis debita nostra&lt;br /&gt;sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris. &lt;br /&gt;Et ne nos inducas in tetationem.&lt;br /&gt;Sed libera nos a malo. Amem.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/38567050-6928453560665838208?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/6928453560665838208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=6928453560665838208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/6928453560665838208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/6928453560665838208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/12/aniversario-pater-noster-pater-noster.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RBhl8kHcqjc/TuxiADWcC4I/AAAAAAAABls/KrhQB1chUwE/s72-c/fotos-jesus-cristo-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-4582875217545350230</id><published>2011-12-24T07:30:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T13:29:25.664-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UZ0coWK_kTI/TvTM7C4wzcI/AAAAAAAABow/vTWDi-u0eSk/s1600/eeee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UZ0coWK_kTI/TvTM7C4wzcI/AAAAAAAABow/vTWDi-u0eSk/s400/eeee.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Natal, só eu e Deus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;E eu penso naqueles que estão nas ruas (penso neles também quando chove e faz frio)&amp;nbsp; e imagino que deva ser muito triste viver nestas condições. Enquanto alguns gostariam de passar o Natal em uma família bem grande, alegre e animada, outros só queriam um teto e um prato de comida. Lembrei deste texto aí de Chico Xavier. E lembrei também do meu pai, que não gostava muito de Natal, e que assim como eu,&amp;nbsp; sentia compaixão por saber que tanta gente sofre neste mundo. Acho que meus dois pais estão comigo hoje.E eu os amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando você conseguir superar&lt;br /&gt;graves problemas de relacionamentos,&lt;br /&gt;não se detenha na lembrança dos momentos difíceis,&lt;br /&gt;mas na alegria de haver atravessado&lt;br /&gt;mais essa prova em sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando sair de um longo tratamento de saúde,&lt;br /&gt;não pense no sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;que foi necessário enfrentar,&lt;br /&gt;mas na benção de Deus&lt;br /&gt;que permitiu a cura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leve na sua memória, para o resto da vida,&lt;br /&gt;as coisas boas que surgiram nas dificuldades.&lt;br /&gt;Elas serão uma prova de sua capacidade,&lt;br /&gt;e lhe darão confiança&lt;br /&gt;diante de qualquer obstáculo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uns queriam um emprego melhor;&lt;br /&gt;outros, só um emprego.&lt;br /&gt;Uns queriam uma refeição mais farta;&lt;br /&gt;outros, só uma refeição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uns queriam uma vida mais amena;&lt;br /&gt;outros, apenas viver.&lt;br /&gt;Uns queriam pais mais esclarecidos;&lt;br /&gt;outros, ter pais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uns queriam ter olhos claros;&lt;br /&gt;outros, enxergar.&lt;br /&gt;Uns queriam ter voz bonita;&lt;br /&gt;outros, falar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uns queriam silêncio;&lt;br /&gt;outros, ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;Uns queriam sapato novo;&lt;br /&gt;outros, ter pés.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uns queriam um carro;&lt;br /&gt;outros, andar.&lt;br /&gt;Uns queriam o supérfluo;&lt;br /&gt;outros, apenas o necessário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há dois tipos de sabedoria:&lt;br /&gt;a inferior e a superior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sabedoria inferior é dada pelo quanto uma pessoa sabe&lt;br /&gt;e a superior é dada pelo quanto ela tem consciência de que não sabe.&lt;br /&gt;Tenha a sabedoria superior.&lt;br /&gt;Seja um eterno aprendiz na escola da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sabedoria superior tolera;&lt;br /&gt;a inferior, julga;&lt;br /&gt;a superior, alivia;&lt;br /&gt;a inferior, culpa;&lt;br /&gt;a superior, perdoa; a inferior, condena.&lt;br /&gt;Tem coisas que o coração só fala&lt;br /&gt;para quem sabe escutar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chico Xavier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; como o Natal não pode ser triste, porque&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;tudo que o aniversariante mais quer é que nós sejamos felizes, essas aí são as minhas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;fofurices de natal!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ho ho ho ! Rsrs....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xrHDaAaUAAw/TvXvfq2tRlI/AAAAAAAABo8/cTxwo00H4SA/s1600/feliz+natal+engra%25C3%25A7ado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xrHDaAaUAAw/TvXvfq2tRlI/AAAAAAAABo8/cTxwo00H4SA/s400/feliz+natal+engra%25C3%25A7ado.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Vo-whqjekk/TvXvkmPuhfI/AAAAAAAABpE/JFxvyJ5H53Q/s1600/381245_241076022628519_174259265976862_574748_1637186167_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Vo-whqjekk/TvXvkmPuhfI/AAAAAAAABpE/JFxvyJ5H53Q/s400/381245_241076022628519_174259265976862_574748_1637186167_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38567050-4582875217545350230?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/4582875217545350230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=4582875217545350230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/4582875217545350230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/4582875217545350230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/12/natal-so-eu-e-deus.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UZ0coWK_kTI/TvTM7C4wzcI/AAAAAAAABow/vTWDi-u0eSk/s72-c/eeee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-2167199080926910577</id><published>2011-12-22T09:41:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T16:35:23.412-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7lHRgP5tnoI/TvMyKVmwBcI/AAAAAAAABoY/0oatLG_50LY/s1600/404940_346693945344839_100000127084910_1552678_1478136375_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7lHRgP5tnoI/TvMyKVmwBcI/AAAAAAAABoY/0oatLG_50LY/s400/404940_346693945344839_100000127084910_1552678_1478136375_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Bom, eu não acho meu corpo maravilhoso e não tenho um popozão perfeito, nem de longe parecido com o dessas mulheres gostosonas,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;que os homens ficam babando na TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas também não estou mal, não! E nem ligo mais pra essas coisas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Porque aparência nunca foi o mais importante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;E nessa questão, o que faz a diferença é a química.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Aliás, tesão = química física e biologia. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas nos demais quesitos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;EU SOU APAIXONANTE PRA CARAMBA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;E isso não é propaganda enganosa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Não é por nada não, mas sou desse jeito aí mesmo e ainda "deixo" o&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;cara sair pra tomar chopp com os amigos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;(Com hora pra chegar em casa, é claro! Senão vira bagunça rs. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Vou dar início a um novo processo seletivo em 2012, podem enviar seus currículos. Porém, como a vaga aqui é muito boa, estarei analisando&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;mais detalhadamente os candidatos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Currículos de homens que não estão interessados em relacionamento&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;sério serão automaticamente descartados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/38567050-2167199080926910577?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/2167199080926910577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=2167199080926910577&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/2167199080926910577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/2167199080926910577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/12/bom-eu-nao-acho-meu-corpo-maravilhoso-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7lHRgP5tnoI/TvMyKVmwBcI/AAAAAAAABoY/0oatLG_50LY/s72-c/404940_346693945344839_100000127084910_1552678_1478136375_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-2486702977651022155</id><published>2011-12-19T18:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T19:49:11.304-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6hCC1GYdWWE/Tu5gbkKxJZI/AAAAAAAABms/HGgipREn-mI/s1600/376148_299738386715670_229279243761585_996269_1774849423_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6hCC1GYdWWE/Tu5gbkKxJZI/AAAAAAAABms/HGgipREn-mI/s400/376148_299738386715670_229279243761585_996269_1774849423_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Amava porra nenhuma.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Nem sequer gostava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Quem gosta não alimenta orgulho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Li uma frase na internet que achei perfeitinha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Safado é o cara que te pede desculpas porque aprontou.&lt;br /&gt;Cafajeste é aquele que vacila e ainda inverte as coisas, fazendo você se sentir culpada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kM7W5QzTL1E/Tu-wA-D4A4I/AAAAAAAABnE/joeUVRHt5m0/s1600/379103_234285103307177_218834004852287_572525_1390308071_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kM7W5QzTL1E/Tu-wA-D4A4I/AAAAAAAABnE/joeUVRHt5m0/s400/379103_234285103307177_218834004852287_572525_1390308071_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mas daqui pra frente tudo será diferente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AUXtjzfOzDU/Tu-uu15ZdSI/AAAAAAAABm0/2Ttg5eARH6M/s1600/379870_323798097632641_318081844870933_1395551_2017842620_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AUXtjzfOzDU/Tu-uu15ZdSI/AAAAAAAABm0/2Ttg5eARH6M/s1600/379870_323798097632641_318081844870933_1395551_2017842620_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;EM 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu quero uma amor novinho em folha e tudo que eu peço é que ele me ame muito, que se declare e fique ao meu lado. O resto, pra tudo tem um jeito, porque nada nem ninguém é perfeito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiDkOwgN_Tc/Tu-wswsIdKI/AAAAAAAABnM/E79VA9dmD1A/s1600/1319725611726_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiDkOwgN_Tc/Tu-wswsIdKI/AAAAAAAABnM/E79VA9dmD1A/s400/1319725611726_f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/38567050-2486702977651022155?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/2486702977651022155/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=2486702977651022155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/2486702977651022155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/2486702977651022155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/12/amava-porra-nenhuma.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6hCC1GYdWWE/Tu5gbkKxJZI/AAAAAAAABms/HGgipREn-mI/s72-c/376148_299738386715670_229279243761585_996269_1774849423_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-6306924047099251583</id><published>2011-12-18T09:51:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T09:51:41.133-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Solzinho, solzinho, se você aparecer nos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;finais de semana te faço um carinho !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AuJWz5Xg9qw/Tu3QyP-OAyI/AAAAAAAABmk/KZW5EbjMCqo/s1600/imagesmmmmmmm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AuJWz5Xg9qw/Tu3QyP-OAyI/AAAAAAAABmk/KZW5EbjMCqo/s400/imagesmmmmmmm.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu não gosto de calor, isso é fato, é óbvio, quem me conhece sabe que odeio esse calor insuportável que faz no verão do Rio. Os dias nublados são melancólicos, mas também tem a sua beleza. A chuva é necessária, ela molha as plantas, refresca a nossa alma.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O ideal seria ter um pouco de tudo, de preferência, sol nos finais de semana e tempo mais ou menos de segunda a sexta. Mas não é possível programar a agenda de São Pedro, então... Reclamar não adianta. Que me perdoem os adoradores do verão, eu prefiro qualquer tempo que não seja aqueles dias quentes e abafados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ontem o dia estava bonito e eu fiz uma coisa que não fazia há muito tempo: cheguei da praia e dormi a tarde toda. No silêncio, o que é raro aqui em casa, no fresquinho, na tranquilidade. Acordei com o barulho da chuva, dormi de novo. E acordei quase de noite, com uma sensação de que eu posso superar tudo e que eu mereço toda essa paz.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ah e eu adoro mesmo é o sol do inverno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/38567050-6306924047099251583?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/6306924047099251583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=6306924047099251583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/6306924047099251583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/6306924047099251583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/12/solzinho-se-voce-aparecer-nos-finais-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AuJWz5Xg9qw/Tu3QyP-OAyI/AAAAAAAABmk/KZW5EbjMCqo/s72-c/imagesmmmmmmm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-3440571830639044133</id><published>2011-12-17T14:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T14:25:05.011-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-csI3HINNU40/TuzCVIyjnWI/AAAAAAAABmc/wV_ihe3RPBw/s1600/lips%252Cpink%252Csparkles%252Ckissable%252Camazing%252Csparkly-af5f33b87229d93d40682b10251381fa_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-csI3HINNU40/TuzCVIyjnWI/AAAAAAAABmc/wV_ihe3RPBw/s400/lips%252Cpink%252Csparkles%252Ckissable%252Camazing%252Csparkly-af5f33b87229d93d40682b10251381fa_h.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38567050-3440571830639044133?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/3440571830639044133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=3440571830639044133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/3440571830639044133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/3440571830639044133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-csI3HINNU40/TuzCVIyjnWI/AAAAAAAABmc/wV_ihe3RPBw/s72-c/lips%252Cpink%252Csparkles%252Ckissable%252Camazing%252Csparkly-af5f33b87229d93d40682b10251381fa_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-7440562392370043779</id><published>2011-12-16T21:05:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T21:47:35.303-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Acabo de fazer a besteira de assistir o video daquela enfermeira assassina cometendo uma barbaridade contra um animal indefeso. Me arrependi amargamente, porque agora vou dormir pensando no coitadinho morrendo de medo. Cara, na boa, cansa sabe... É gente maltratando crianças, gente maltratando bichos, GENTE MALTRATANDO GENTE... Até quando vamos assistir a essas coisas? Até quando os criminosos vão ficar impunes?&amp;nbsp; Até quando os covardes vão tentar maltratar quem só lhes deu amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pTfmlYhymo8/TuvN_bUG4UI/AAAAAAAABlE/ljBTGiQoRnY/s1600/377476_151301728306522_100002800868868_142446_793456083_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pTfmlYhymo8/TuvN_bUG4UI/AAAAAAAABlE/ljBTGiQoRnY/s400/377476_151301728306522_100002800868868_142446_793456083_n.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quanto a esse ser das trevas, e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;squenta não filha, porque a  justiça aqui na Terra pode ser falha, mas quando chegar a hora do seu  acerto de contas, você vai saber o que Deus e os espíritos de luz pensam  sobre os covardes que maltratam e matam os indefesos. Eu sinto  repugnância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h46EL_iJsV8/TuvYRXSHyjI/AAAAAAAABlc/IzLI0OJHTVU/s1600/394454_2805865955131_1513137294_32833504_1875828309_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h46EL_iJsV8/TuvYRXSHyjI/AAAAAAAABlc/IzLI0OJHTVU/s400/394454_2805865955131_1513137294_32833504_1875828309_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;"Um covarde é incapaz de exibir amor.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Amor é a prerrogativa do bravo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Mahatma Gandhi&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/38567050-7440562392370043779?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/7440562392370043779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=7440562392370043779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/7440562392370043779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/7440562392370043779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/12/acabo-de-fazer-besteira-de-assistir-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pTfmlYhymo8/TuvN_bUG4UI/AAAAAAAABlE/ljBTGiQoRnY/s72-c/377476_151301728306522_100002800868868_142446_793456083_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-3667054536613825897</id><published>2011-12-14T06:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T06:25:01.796-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PaDon3Kco5g/TuffEeRufoI/AAAAAAAABk8/Aa4qHCHlDBg/s1600/301466_203095686429629_100001875960559_492675_489970144_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PaDon3Kco5g/TuffEeRufoI/AAAAAAAABk8/Aa4qHCHlDBg/s400/301466_203095686429629_100001875960559_492675_489970144_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu não finjo, não.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas o mundo finge.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Porque dói demais enxergar as&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;coisas como elas realmante são.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas é preciso. &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/38567050-3667054536613825897?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/3667054536613825897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=3667054536613825897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/3667054536613825897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/3667054536613825897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/12/eu-nao-finjo-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PaDon3Kco5g/TuffEeRufoI/AAAAAAAABk8/Aa4qHCHlDBg/s72-c/301466_203095686429629_100001875960559_492675_489970144_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-1207047140655814499</id><published>2011-12-13T21:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T21:24:39.596-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aFD7BzwVVLk/TufdBS39hqI/AAAAAAAABks/yhwnTqnqdVQ/s1600/298711_307330959284287_204073162943401_1478792_1458022710_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aFD7BzwVVLk/TufdBS39hqI/AAAAAAAABks/yhwnTqnqdVQ/s400/298711_307330959284287_204073162943401_1478792_1458022710_n.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Eu tenho orgulho de ser mulambo e urubu!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVoHFN_UJQk/TufeqHZzzcI/AAAAAAAABk0/4QCAX0-QUNo/s1600/384683_341725679178148_204073162943401_1609070_688074393_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVoHFN_UJQk/TufeqHZzzcI/AAAAAAAABk0/4QCAX0-QUNo/s400/384683_341725679178148_204073162943401_1609070_688074393_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/38567050-1207047140655814499?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/1207047140655814499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=1207047140655814499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/1207047140655814499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/1207047140655814499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/12/eu-tenho-orgulho-de-ser-mulambo-e-urubu.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aFD7BzwVVLk/TufdBS39hqI/AAAAAAAABks/yhwnTqnqdVQ/s72-c/298711_307330959284287_204073162943401_1478792_1458022710_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-6621175448201792182</id><published>2011-12-11T06:19:00.016-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T06:19:00.625-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando só o que falta é o amor&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;A internet nos permite ter uma noção do que passa na cabeça das pessoas. Nas redes sociais e nos blogs, cada um expressa o que sente. Ou mente. E com um pouco de sensibilidade é possível captar o contexto geral dos fatos, o que vai na cabeça  e o que impera no coração.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Quanto aos relacionamentos, nota-se uma grande quantidade de mulheres que são solteiras, interessantes, independentes... E carentes. Chega a ser assustador o número de complicadas e perfeitinhas que estão sozinhas, às voltas com rolos e ficantes, amantes nem sempre constantes. E que parecem não dar a mínima pra elas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;As reclamações são sempre parecidas: os homens não querem assumir compromisso, são canalhas e etc, etc, etc. Eles correm delas, que por sua vez, ficam se expondo e até se oferecendo, sem se darem conta que estão fazendo um papel ridículo e deprimente. E elas não merecem passar por isso, nem de longe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Homem gosta de carinho, de elogios, mas não gosta de mulher que fica atrás e não se valoriza. É difícil achar um meio termo, demonstrar interesse, mas sem exagerar. Só que na dúvida, nestes casos, o mais indicado é não pecar pelo excesso. Porque quando eles querem, eles vão atrás. Não vale a pena ficar se declarando pra quem não curte e não corresponde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Outro comportamento feio que as mulheres tem adotado é ficar esculhambando os caras, querendo dar o troco, mandando indiretas e recadinhos malcriados. Eles não estão nem aí pra isso! E fica na cara que é dor de cotovelo, só elas que não percebem. E ainda por cima, espantam outros possíveis pretendentes. Porque ninguém gosta de gente que fica dando pinta de mal amada. O sujeito logo pensa: tem alguma coisa errada com essa aí!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Os caras estão cada vez mais na deles. Nem precisam fazer esforço algum. E se não demonstram, é porque não estão a fim. É duro e cruel, mas é verdade. Errado é quando eles ficam alimentando ilusões. Aí sim elas podem reclamar com razão. Se eles estão tão indiferentes é porque elas estão muito diferentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Solidão é ruim demais. Todo mundo quer dormir agarradinho, sair pra jantar, ver um filme, conversar, ter alguém com quem contar. Mas será que as pessoas estão agindo de forma certa pra alcançar os seus objetivos? Será que é coincidência tantas mulheres amando e sofrendo,  com  as mesmas queixas e insatisfações?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;E elas sofrem... E como sofrem.  Mas o  caminho não é pagar na mesma moeda e se transformar numa destruidora de corações. Nem se fazer de vítima.  Também não é por aí. Mas é preciso sim achar uma vacina. Um jeito de não se contaminar e não se magoar tanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;É inquietante. Porque em sua maioria, elas são inteligentes e interessantes. São de boa família, tem sucesso no trabalho, tem amigos e uma vida social agitada.  E todas buscam o mesmo, que parece ser a única lacuna, a única coisa que está faltando em suas vidas: o amor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i9f4g-F_oxg/TuJ-jEQeipI/AAAAAAAABkk/UQcrSHy36Bs/s1600/ff.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i9f4g-F_oxg/TuJ-jEQeipI/AAAAAAAABkk/UQcrSHy36Bs/s400/ff.jpg" width="322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/38567050-6621175448201792182?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/6621175448201792182/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=6621175448201792182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/6621175448201792182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/6621175448201792182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/12/quando-so-o-que-falta-e-o-amor-internet.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i9f4g-F_oxg/TuJ-jEQeipI/AAAAAAAABkk/UQcrSHy36Bs/s72-c/ff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-1388016887081056400</id><published>2011-12-10T07:34:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T10:30:43.450-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MYrRBzeyufA" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Sometimes it hurts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KZK6kVagCuI" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Nobody's pefect... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&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/38567050-1388016887081056400?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/1388016887081056400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=1388016887081056400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/1388016887081056400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/1388016887081056400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/12/sometimes-it-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MYrRBzeyufA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-7109980189692003705</id><published>2011-12-09T14:07:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T14:09:55.787-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EQIDzXqqcLE/TuIxgVRhgMI/AAAAAAAABkE/YuZeDrzX2ng/s1600/383004_336356726377850_295883833758473_1545887_184810568_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EQIDzXqqcLE/TuIxgVRhgMI/AAAAAAAABkE/YuZeDrzX2ng/s400/383004_336356726377850_295883833758473_1545887_184810568_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ser fiel é excitante.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saber que só aquela pessoa pode tocar em você e ninguém mais.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hummmm.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas acima de tudo, sou fiel é com os meus sentimentos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não consigo trair e enganar o meu coração.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele sofre e se ressente. E essa é a pior traição, quando você tenta substituir alguém ou enganar a você mesmo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu não julgo quem trai, cada um sabe de si e dos seus motivos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas se eu gosto muito de alguém, não consigo trair este sentimento,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;estando em um relacionamento ou não.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Traição tem muito mais a ver com a gente do que com o outro.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu sei, eu sou antiga. E não pretendo mudar.&lt;/b&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/38567050-7109980189692003705?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/7109980189692003705/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=7109980189692003705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/7109980189692003705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/7109980189692003705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/12/ser-fiel-e-excitante.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EQIDzXqqcLE/TuIxgVRhgMI/AAAAAAAABkE/YuZeDrzX2ng/s72-c/383004_336356726377850_295883833758473_1545887_184810568_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-2151495721876933852</id><published>2011-12-08T07:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T07:07:00.165-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="yiv359289426MsoNoSpacing" style="color: yellow; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;Ora yeyêo Oxum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv359289426MsoNoSpacing" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1323121239527338" style="color: yellow; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_1_1323121239527335" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_1_1323121239527332"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Que Oxum nos dê a serenidade para agir de forma consciente e equilibrada, tal como suas águas doces, que seguem desbravadoras no curso de um rio, entrecortando pedras e precipitando-se numa cachoeira, sem parar nem ter como voltar atrás, apenas seguindo para encontrar o mar! Que nós possamos lutar por um objetivo sem arrependimentos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv359289426MsoNoSpacing" style="color: yellow; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv359289426MsoNoSpacing" style="color: yellow; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;Salve minha mãe Oxum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="yiv359289426MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/38567050-2151495721876933852?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/2151495721876933852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=2151495721876933852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/2151495721876933852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/2151495721876933852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/12/ora-yeyeo-oxum-que-oxum-nos-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-3186085934514178498</id><published>2011-12-06T13:56:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T22:01:11.366-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;"Eu Sou a imensidão do Plano Violeta, Eu Sou a frequência púrpura que liberta e organiza. Eu Sou a Chave da Felicidade. Verdade que liberta, corrige e suaviza meus passos, pois agora inicio a caminhada rumo a Fonte sempre preparado para reconhecer Deus em cada pessoa. Eu Sou a direção amorosa do meu poder mental e confirmo minha capacidade de cooperar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;com a vida. Sou força e superação.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mestre Saint Germain e a Corte de Justiça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SuaJZn_vKNo/TqGufvJeaGI/AAAAAAAABVk/9YZLLgQD19M/s1600/maratona_chama_violeta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SuaJZn_vKNo/TqGufvJeaGI/AAAAAAAABVk/9YZLLgQD19M/s400/maratona_chama_violeta.jpg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A poderosa chama violeta&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/38567050-7256927770070063338?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/7256927770070063338/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=7256927770070063338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/7256927770070063338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/7256927770070063338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/12/eu-sou-imensidao-do-plano-violeta-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SuaJZn_vKNo/TqGufvJeaGI/AAAAAAAABVk/9YZLLgQD19M/s72-c/maratona_chama_violeta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-4376468061873101898</id><published>2011-12-01T08:59:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T11:53:14.876-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Achei esse texto na internet, a autoria é desconhecida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;h6 class="yiv489740928uiStreamMessage"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv489740928messageBody yiv489740928translationEligibleUserMessage"&gt;(¯`v´¯) &lt;br /&gt;`*.¸.*.♥.✿´´¯`•.¸⁀°♡´´¯`•.¸⁀°´&lt;span class="yiv489740928word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;´¯`•.¸⁀°´´¯`•.¸⁀°&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511240" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="caption" id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511252"&gt;Ele anda cansado das baladas e dos casos furtivos sem senti&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511255"&gt;mentos.  Aprendeu a gostar da própria companhia, sem precisar estar em uma turma  de amigos todos os sábados. Decidiu que quer um amor verdadeiro… Que  pode nem ser eterno, mas que traga um sabor doce as suas manhãs, que  seja a melhor companhia para olhar a lua. Que ele possa exibir os seus  dons na cozinha e o seu conhecimento em vinhos, só para ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511240" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="caption" id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511252"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511240" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="caption" id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511252"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511240" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="caption" id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511252"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511240" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="caption" id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511252"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511240" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511240" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="caption" id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511252"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511255"&gt;Quer  uma mulher que ele reconheça pelo cheiro dos cabelos, pelo toque dos  dedos, pela gargalhada que vai ecoar pela casa transformando um domingo  sem graça, no melhor dia da semana. Quer viver uma paixão tranquila e  turbulenta de desejos… Quer ter para quem voltar depois de estar com os  amigos, sem precisar ficar caçando companhias vazias e encontros  efêmeros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511240" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511240" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="caption" id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511252"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511255"&gt;Quer deitar no tapete da sala e ficar observando enquanto ela,  de short jeans, camiseta e um rabo de cavalo, lê um livro no sofá, quer  deitar na cama desejando que ela saia do banho com uma lingerie de  tirar o fôlego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511240" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511240" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="caption" id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511252"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511255"&gt;Quer brincar de guerra de travesseiros, até que o  perdedor vá até a cozinha pegar água. Quer o poder que nenhum dos seus  super heróis da infância tiveram… O poder de amar sem medo, sem perigo e  sem ir embora no dia seguinte.Quer provar que pode fazer essa mulher feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511240" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511240" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="caption" id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511252"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511255"&gt;Ela quase deixou de acreditar que seria possível ter vontade de se  envolver novamente. Foram tantas dores, finais, recomeços e frustrações  que pensou em seguir sozinha para não mais se machucar. Então percebeu  que a vida de solteira já não está fazendo tanto sentido. Decidiu que  quer um amor verdadeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511240" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511240" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="caption" id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511252"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511255"&gt;Que pode nem ser eterno, mas que possa  acordá-la com um abraço que fará o seu dia feliz, quer um homem que ela  possa cuidar e amar sem receios de que está sendo enganada. Quer a  alegria dos finais de semana juntinhos, as expectativas dos planos  construídos, o grito de “gol” estremecendo a casa quando o time dele  estiver ganhando… A cumplicidade em dividir os segredos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511240" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="caption" id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511252"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511240" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="caption" id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511252"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511240" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="caption" id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511252"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511240" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511240" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="caption" id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511252"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511255"&gt;Quer  observá-lo sem camisa, lendo o jornal na varanda… quer reclamar da  bagunça no banheiro, rindo e gritando quando ele revidar puxando-a para o  chuveiro, completamente vestida.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511240" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="caption" id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511252"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511255"&gt;Quer a certeza de abrir a porta de  casa e saber que mesmo ele não estando, chegará a qualquer momento  trazendo o brigadeiro da doceria que ela gosta tanto. Quer beijar,  cheirar, morder, beliscar e apertar para ter certeza que a felicidade  está ali mesmo… Materializada nele. Quer provar que pode fazer esse homem feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511240" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511240" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="caption" id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511252"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511255"&gt;Eles estão por aí…Sonhando um com o outro… Talvez ainda nem se  conheçam… Mas é só uma questão de tempo, até o destino unir essas vidas  que se complementam e estão ávidas para amar e fazer o outro feliz. Ou alguém duvida que o universo traz aquilo que desejamos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511240" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JSoMs4J0nv0/TseNgOkPEmI/AAAAAAAABYU/8Slpid5xRXk/s1600/391124_172153236212938_171739449587650_316492_1932165314_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JSoMs4J0nv0/TseNgOkPEmI/AAAAAAAABYU/8Slpid5xRXk/s400/391124_172153236212938_171739449587650_316492_1932165314_n.jpg" width="398" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511240" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu não vou deixar de ser romântica.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque ainda acredito em finais felizes. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_132169752511263"&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/38567050-4376468061873101898?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/4376468061873101898/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=4376468061873101898&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/4376468061873101898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/4376468061873101898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/12/achei-esse-texto-na-internet-autoria-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JSoMs4J0nv0/TseNgOkPEmI/AAAAAAAABYU/8Slpid5xRXk/s72-c/391124_172153236212938_171739449587650_316492_1932165314_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-3968619836975302933</id><published>2011-11-27T13:21:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T00:18:02.903-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ninguém merece fazer o papel de Rose&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Comecei  a perceber que havia algo errado com meu "relacionamento" quando me dei  conta que estava parecendo a Rose, do seriado Two and a half man. Eu  adoro a série e me divirto com Charlie Harper, personagem de Charlie  Sheen, ambos, ficção e realidade, politicamente incorretos até dizer  chega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Assistir ao programa e achar hilário é  uma coisa, mas se envolver com um tipo desses na vida real pode ser uma  experiência bem sofrida. Charlie é um cara debochado, irônico, que bebe  todas e está sempre cercado de muitas mulheres. Egoísta e imaturo, ele é  um  solteirão que só pensa nele.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rose é a mocinha  apaixonada que sofre que nem uma boba e gosta dele do jeito que ele é.  Ela investiga a vida dele e está sempre atenta às novas conquistas  amorosas que surgem no pedaço. Ela não desiste de lutar por seu amor e  espera que um dia Charlie caia na real, largue todas e fique só com ela.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu gostei de alguém parecido, que não  queria saber de envolvimento com ninguém e que inventava mil desculpas  para enrolar todas as suas "amigas".A diferença é que Charlie Harper  nunca mentiu ou iludiu a Rose. Ele é um cafajeste honesto, que assume o  que é e ponto final. Fica com ele quem quer, sabendo dos riscos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já  o meu "amigo" é do tipo lobo mau disfarçado em pele de cordeiro. Ele se  faz de santo, se diz super caseiro, faz a linha bom moço, que sofre  muito e é problemático. Todas caem, porque mulher adora cuidar de um  homem  assim. Elas são enroladas pela lábia dele na cara dura e acham o cara  lindo, maravilhoso, carente, assim como eu que também acreditei durante  algum tempo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rose inventou vários namorados e  até um casamento falso. E só aí Charlie se deu conta que gostava dela.  Porque todo canalha tem um sentimento de posse com relação as suas  mulheres. Eu inventei um namoro de mentira pra colocar ciúmes no meu  "amigo", de tanto que eu sofria com cada "amiga" que ele tinha e com as  novas que apareciam na vida dele.Todas se derretendo e se declarando. E  ele fazia questão de me provocar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Na ficção  Charlie é bem engraçado. Porque a gente sabe que é só um personagem. Mas  infelizmente existem muitos assim por aí, homens que brincam com os  sentimentos das mulheres, que não se importam em magoar ou causar  sofrimento. Eles só pensam em si e mesmo quando conhecem uma mulher  legal, mesmo assim, são  implacáveis.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É difícil encontrar aquele  alguém que faça o seu coração bater mais forte de verdade. E quando  acontece, é preciso aceitar os defeitos e lutar por esse amor. Então a  gente acha que o cara tem conserto, que se ele descobrir que você é a  mulher da vida dele, vai deixar de ser cafajeste e aos poucos, vai  mudar por você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas se isso não acontecer,  você chega a conclusão que todas as lágrimas derramadas foram em vão.  Que lutou pelo que acreditava mas perdeu seu tempo com quem não te  merecia e não merece nem o seu carinho e amizade. E isso tudo porque a  gente não escolhe o amor, somos escolhidos e simplesmente... Acontece!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ciúme,  sentimento de posse, dependência, sofrimento, nada disso é amor, não  pode ser assim. Porque o amor é simples e é honesto, acima de tudo. Quero  um homem que me idolatre e me respeite. Não ser correspondida pode te enlouquecer momentaneamente, mas eu não nasci pra isso,  não tenho a menor vocação para ser uma Rose. O amor tem que te fazer  feliz, isso é vida real. E eu sou muito real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;†&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;edicado in memoriam a LFC †&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZdHyAO9ncPU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZdHyAO9ncPU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXv6ZuBxXx8%20"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXv6ZuBxXx8 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wQarVPHxO2w"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wQarVPHxO2w&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-BJ8WEF3PI/TtJTmkKmuaI/AAAAAAAABgo/kdbtnwa0Zu4/s1600/tumblr_lj415jdhPk1qc5fue.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-BJ8WEF3PI/TtJTmkKmuaI/AAAAAAAABgo/kdbtnwa0Zu4/s400/tumblr_lj415jdhPk1qc5fue.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Nota de Lu**Nática: Continuo  fã da série, mas estou boicotando a nova temporada, porque sem Charlie  Sheen não tem a menor graça, deveriam ter dado um fim ao seriado.&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/38567050-3968619836975302933?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/3968619836975302933/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=3968619836975302933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/3968619836975302933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/3968619836975302933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/11/ninguem-merece-fazer-o-papel-de-rose.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-BJ8WEF3PI/TtJTmkKmuaI/AAAAAAAABgo/kdbtnwa0Zu4/s72-c/tumblr_lj415jdhPk1qc5fue.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-905989072347312363</id><published>2011-11-26T18:59:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T19:04:08.646-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv783496244caption" id="yui_3_2_0_14_1322334060545279"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu quero é voar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv783496244caption" id="yui_3_2_0_14_1322334060545279"&gt;A maioria dos relacionamentos ruins, que causam grandes mágoas, começam q&lt;span class="yiv783496244text_exposed_show" id="yui_3_2_0_14_1322334060545282"&gt;uando  nos entregamos para as pessoas erradas, que aparecem na nossa vida justamente quando estamos  muito carentes. A carência altera nossos critérios, a paixão cega e  tudo isso pode fazer com que a gente enxergue um cordeiro, que na verdade, é lobo mau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv783496244caption" id="yui_3_2_0_14_1322334060545279"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv783496244text_exposed_show" id="yui_3_2_0_14_1322334060545282"&gt;Encontramos pessoas no nosso caminho que consideramos não preencher os requisitos exigidos por nosso coração e mente. Não queremos nos apaixonar por elas e então qualquer coisa vira defeito. Inventamos desculpas para descartá-las. Não estão dentro do perfil desejado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv783496244caption" id="yui_3_2_0_14_1322334060545279"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv783496244text_exposed_show" id="yui_3_2_0_14_1322334060545282"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv783496244caption" id="yui_3_2_0_14_1322334060545279"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv783496244text_exposed_show" id="yui_3_2_0_14_1322334060545282"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Por sua vez, quando aparece aquele alguém que tem tudo que a gente busca no outro e que nós pensamos ser a pessoa ideal, aí todas as falhas e defeitos são ignorados. E as desculpas inventadas são para abafar os erros e vacilos que gritam no nosso ouvido, junto com a intuição e o bom senso, que também passamos a ignorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv783496244caption" id="yui_3_2_0_14_1322334060545279"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv783496244text_exposed_show" id="yui_3_2_0_14_1322334060545282"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;E eu fico perguntando a Deus: por que o amor é tão difícil pra maioria das pessoas? Por que tão poucos tem sorte? O plano é esse mesmo? Tanta gente boa e legal querendo amar e ser amada e todo mundo perdido por aí... Se afogando num mar de desencontros e desilusões.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv783496244caption" id="yui_3_2_0_14_1322334060545279"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv783496244text_exposed_show" id="yui_3_2_0_14_1322334060545282"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Quem quer arruma um jeito, quem não quer arranja uma desculpa. Carência é fase e como todo o resto, passa. Eu não quero mais remar contra a maré e não vou me afogar. Eu quero é voar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eGGI7WZTuVc/TtFTBqPfRkI/AAAAAAAABgU/RcIipMmvD8E/s1600/pic+73.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eGGI7WZTuVc/TtFTBqPfRkI/AAAAAAAABgU/RcIipMmvD8E/s400/pic+73.bmp" width="393" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38567050-905989072347312363?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/905989072347312363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=905989072347312363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/905989072347312363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/905989072347312363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/11/eu-quero-e-voar-maioria-dos.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eGGI7WZTuVc/TtFTBqPfRkI/AAAAAAAABgU/RcIipMmvD8E/s72-c/pic+73.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-2136837582146991910</id><published>2011-11-25T10:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T10:23:00.173-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É impressionante como as palavras chegam até nós no exato momento em que precisamos delas.Não existem coincidências. Esse artigo aí é perfeito, certinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O QUE RESISTE ...PERSISTE &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vera Ghimel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para haver mudanças a primeira atitude a ser tomada é querer. Somos assombrados pelas mais variadas influencias. Cultura da época, educação vigente, família reguladora, castradora e muitas vezes preconceituosa, nos levam a formatar um sistema de crenças inútil e muitas vezes contra nós mesmos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro que escolhemos esse enredo e palco para viver! Não estou falando de nossas escolhas anteriores ao nascimento. Mas se não percebemos cedo essa influencia, estaremos fadados ao fracasso e à depressão. Quantas vez você não ouviu de familiares que você não servia pra nada, que não ia dar certo, ou mesmo que o seu futuro era incerto por conta da sua incompetência ou mesmo burrice? Quantas vezes você foi manipulado(a) porque era generoso(a) e as pessoas se serviam disso para sugarem tudo o que você podia oferecer? Quantas vezes você abriu mão de sua vida pessoal ou mesmo de seu dinheiro suado para ajudar aqueles que perceberam que você não conseguia dizer não?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O importante desse quadro não é culpar os “contratados” por te ajudarem nesse filme de sua vida. Eles são assim mesmos, egoístas, avarentos, muitas vezes perversos, mas que veem nesse encontro com você a oportunidade de saírem dos degraus em que espiritualmente se encontram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém consegue contratar um ser de luz para fazer o papel de mau em sua vida. O cidadão é mau mesmo e vê nessa oportunidade o caminho de evoluir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então o que fazer? Se você resistir às mudanças ficará preso nesse enredo ruim e repetitivo de sua vida. E o que resiste, persiste. Mudar é sair dessa forma de viver e aprender e saborear outros formatos de experiências, sem sofrimentos desnecessários e laços manipuladores. É a lição do desapego que nos faz acordar e deixar ir aqueles que insistem em nos torturar física e emocionalmente. Romper com essa doença emocional de ficar perto daqueles que não nos respeitam e não nos amam e que ainda estão numa frequência de vibração ruim, perversa, manipuladora é o primeiro passo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permita-se viver uma nova realidade mais aprazível, mais justa, mais amorosa com a vida. Permita que DEUS, essa maravilhosa essência que habita em você retome o controle sobre a sua existência. ELE é a sua matéria prima e só irá tomar as rédeas do seu trajeto de vida se você parar de RESISTIR e não dar mais poder ao seu EGO que tem apenas te vendido baratinho para o sofrimento. O EGO não te protege de nada só te deixa cair em roubadas pela quantidade de achismos que ele te impõe, pela limitação de sua visão, pois o Ego é apenas a sua encarnação atual tentando sobreviver numa visão curta e pobre do TODO.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACEITE, PERMITA, CREIA e assim o seu livre-arbítrio estará sendo respeitado até mesmo por DEUS.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&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/38567050-2136837582146991910?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/2136837582146991910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=2136837582146991910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/2136837582146991910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/2136837582146991910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/11/e-impressionante-como-as-palavras.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-5732778144760995412</id><published>2011-11-22T12:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T12:21:33.410-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Eu fui a mina legal, que dispensou um cara bem intencionado e nem deu chance pra ele, porque gostava de um babaca, que por sua vez, resolveu dar moral pra uma vadia. Ou mais de uma?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AdHRg_JQqPA/TsutrhF0GhI/AAAAAAAABc4/sTDzwYW9Xxw/s1600/316933_115965748517799_105060379608336_92135_14410679_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AdHRg_JQqPA/TsutrhF0GhI/AAAAAAAABc4/sTDzwYW9Xxw/s400/316933_115965748517799_105060379608336_92135_14410679_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu continuo sendo uma mina mais legal ainda e não posso iludir alguém se eu não sinto nada por ele. Mas posso mandar no meu coração e deixar de gostar de um babaca que nunca me mereceu. Quanto a vadia, ela é só uma coitada, carente e desesperada por afeto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_1_1321966662376533" style="color: #bf005f;"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_1_1321966662376532" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;GRAÇAS A DEUS EU SOU QUERIDA, TENHO AMIGOS QUE ME AMAM, ME DÃO CARINHO E SEMPRE ME DIZEM O QUANTO EU SOU ESPECIAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_1_1321966662376533" style="color: #bf005f;"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_1_1321966662376532" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38567050-5732778144760995412?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/5732778144760995412/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=5732778144760995412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/5732778144760995412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/5732778144760995412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/11/eu-fui-mina-legal-que-dispensou-um-cara.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AdHRg_JQqPA/TsutrhF0GhI/AAAAAAAABc4/sTDzwYW9Xxw/s72-c/316933_115965748517799_105060379608336_92135_14410679_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-8372840145610466156</id><published>2011-11-20T08:33:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T08:33:01.056-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DElKhJlKhgo/TsVThyclrDI/AAAAAAAABXs/R_pvNZrq1_w/s1600/cute-boutique.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DElKhJlKhgo/TsVThyclrDI/AAAAAAAABXs/R_pvNZrq1_w/s400/cute-boutique.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Eu  vou cuidar mais ainda de mim e não vou deixar a bola cair. De cabeça  erguida, produzida e com um sorriso nos lábios, essa é a minha resposta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38567050-8372840145610466156?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/8372840145610466156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=8372840145610466156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/8372840145610466156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/8372840145610466156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/11/eu-vou-cuidar-mais-ainda-de-mim-e-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DElKhJlKhgo/TsVThyclrDI/AAAAAAAABXs/R_pvNZrq1_w/s72-c/cute-boutique.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-8118618587222448589</id><published>2011-11-19T06:24:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T19:01:12.602-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoGD2jLfc2E/TseKQs6oN_I/AAAAAAAABX8/dMS3DUr0ZzQ/s1600/mavi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="377" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoGD2jLfc2E/TseKQs6oN_I/AAAAAAAABX8/dMS3DUr0ZzQ/s400/mavi.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ESPANTE O SOFRIMENTO, A VIDA É UMA BENÇÃO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por Márian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.essencia.ning.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e31919;"&gt;http://somostodosum.ig.com.br/clube/artigos.asp?id=28511&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos visto muitas pessoas dizendo que a vida delas é dura,  que o sofrimento é constante e a Terra é um mundo de expiação, uma  verdadeira armadilha da qual não se pode fugir. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essas pessoas  também se dizem oprimidas e que o karma que carregam é terrível e  praticamente sem solução. Elas veem o mundo com desalento e sem nenhuma  perspectiva de melhora e, mesmo que a mídia mostre coisas boas, elas só  conseguem ver as notícias de desarmonia política e social, doenças,  violência, pobreza e fome levando-as assim a um total descrédito em  relação à vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente elas só conseguem ver o lado escuro da "Força" e ainda  não enxergam a Luz que existe na essência de todas as coisas existentes,  não conseguem perceber o lado positivo e as lições de Luz que as  dificuldades apresentam para elas. Elas não sabem que tudo tem uma única  razão de ser e um único propósito que é a evolução através do  aprendizado do Amor.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que essas pessoas também ainda não sabem, é que elas podem terminar com o esse "sofrimento" sem fim. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acha impossível? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não,  não é, mas para que isso aconteça primeiro é necessário reconhecer a  sua própria Luz e a sua capacidade de ultrapassar barreiras. Depois é  preciso entender que toda dor é causada por algum tipo de apego. Pode  ser o apego aos desejos, aos sentimentos ou às emoções. Apego ao  controle e ao poder, apego aos prazeres e até mesmo apego ao próprio  sofrimento. Na verdade o sofrimento é o resultado do domínio do Ego  sobre a pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na maioria das vezes as pessoas se apegam à ilusão daquilo que  gostariam de ser e desconhecem o verdadeiro ser que elas são, e que na  sua essência é simples e verdadeiro. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elas se deixam contaminar  por sentimentos de cobiça, inveja, orgulho, egoísmo e medo se  envenenando com energias de baixa vibração. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elas talvez esperem ser alguém importante, rico, belo e carismático  iludidos pela ideia de que isso é o que vai lhes trazer felicidade. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elas  também sentem medo de tudo, medo da não realização dos seus sonhos e  desejos, medo da morte, medo da separação, medo de serem assaltadas,  medo de espíritos negativos, medo de viver e de experimentar o novo,  medo de se envolver, medo de amar e até medo de ser feliz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elas não se conhecem e nem compreendem que, antes de mais nada, elas  são consciência, consciência em um corpo físico que mesmo depois da  morte continuará a sua caminhada em outros corpos ou não, continuando a  caminhar sempre, eternamente....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elas estão completamente anestesiadas e iludidas pelas emoções,  pelos sentimentos e pelas sensações. Estão cegas para a verdadeira  imagem de si mesmas. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso gera apego e como consequência disso o  sofrimento, e mesmo quando a pessoa alcança algum desses objetivos  virtuais, ela continua a sofrer, pois na verdade a sua essência busca um  outro objetivo, ela busca ser Luz e a Luz não é emoção, nem é sensação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para acabar com o sofrimento precisamos nos desapegar da ilusão que o  Ego nos impõe. Precisamos apenas ser o reflexo da nossa essência  divina, buscando na simplicidade e na verdade o modo correto de viver. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisamos deixar ir ideias errôneas sobre quem somos e o que pretendemos ser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisamos deixar ir o desejo de estar sempre no controle e nos  entregarmos à vida de corpo e alma, nos deixando envolver pelas  circunstâncias sem perdermos o nosso centro.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concluindo, se nos libertarmos do Ego não sofreremos mais. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, a pessoa que se liberta do ego passa ver e a sentir o  sofrimento de uma outra forma. Ela não sofre como a maioria, mas é  abnegada e vê o sofrimento como uma Redenção. Ela não sente mais dor,  mas o êxtase da União Sagrada. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a Redenção o sofrimento termina.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste instante, vocês  podem estar se perguntando como encontrar forças e clareza para  discernir e encontrar a solução para tudo isso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, a resposta  está na meditação, a sua prática constante é a chave para nos enxergamos  com nitidez e sem ilusões, mantendo sempre o nosso centro amoroso,  sereno, pacífico e feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor sempre Amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Márian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: x-small;"&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/38567050-8118618587222448589?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/8118618587222448589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=8118618587222448589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/8118618587222448589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/8118618587222448589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/11/espante-o-sofrimento-vida-e-uma-bencao.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoGD2jLfc2E/TseKQs6oN_I/AAAAAAAABX8/dMS3DUr0ZzQ/s72-c/mavi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-6053475950374238954</id><published>2011-11-18T08:28:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T08:54:26.602-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IwlE91xbHUY/TseK2Ii5tbI/AAAAAAAABYE/K-hnliR9ddA/s1600/kkk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IwlE91xbHUY/TseK2Ii5tbI/AAAAAAAABYE/K-hnliR9ddA/s400/kkk.jpg" width="343" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Não  vai ser por causa de uma decepção que eu vou cometer a burrice de  achar que homem é tudo igual. Não vou ficar amargurada nem muito menos  dar o troco no próximo que aparecer na minha vida. Vou superar e vou ser  uma mulher melhor ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38567050-6053475950374238954?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/6053475950374238954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=6053475950374238954&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/6053475950374238954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/6053475950374238954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/11/nao-vai-ser-por-causa-de-uma-decepcao.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IwlE91xbHUY/TseK2Ii5tbI/AAAAAAAABYE/K-hnliR9ddA/s72-c/kkk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-1020400969423628743</id><published>2011-11-17T10:01:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T12:13:33.761-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Não estou sempre certa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas se eu errei foi por AMOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tenho recebido muitas mensagens de Sai Baba. Espero que o amor dissolva o mais duro dos corações, porque não quero que ninguém me odeie. Amei tanto e recebi coisas ruins em troca. E tem gente que ainda não acredita em outras vidas...Resgates são necessários para a nossa evolução e isso é a única coisa que me conforta neste momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"O amor dissolve o mais duro dos corações. O amor pode outorgar paz, alegria e sabedoria;    cultivem o amor, expressem amor. Deixem que o amor seja seu alento; deixem que o sol do amor ajude a florescer    o lótus de seu coração. O amor é meu máximo milagre. O amor pode fazê-los    recolher o afeto de toda humanidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; O amor não tolera a aproximação de propósitos egoístas. O amor é Deus; vivam no amor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sathya Sai Baba&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/38567050-1020400969423628743?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/1020400969423628743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=1020400969423628743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/1020400969423628743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/1020400969423628743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/11/nao-estou-sempre-certa.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-3721520065967611012</id><published>2011-11-16T09:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T09:52:35.028-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="yiv568196752western" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bom, eu tenho algumas poesias antigas guardadas, que nunca postei no blog. Nas horas de branco total, vou publicando. Mas essa aí é a mais recente e a que eu quero postar logo, porque é a última das que escrevi pra esse alguém, que é o motivo de minhas lágrimas hoje. Mas preciso e vou virar essa página rápido. Queria postar em um dia especial de muita felicidade. Que ironia. Guardei todos os meus sorrisos pra quem acabou me trazendo tanta dor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv568196752western" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv568196752western" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O meu sorriso começava com a letra F, do nome dele.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv568196752western" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hoje a minha tristeza começa com a letra i, de incompreensão.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="yiv568196752Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv568196752yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403119" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1321438965830359" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1321438965830356"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv568196752Apple-style-span" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1321438965830353" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O meu sorriso tem nome&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv568196752yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403121" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv568196752Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Meu amor, te quero muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv568196752yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403123" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv568196752Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tanto eu te espero e desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv568196752yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403125" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv568196752Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Foi de repente, sem intuito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv568196752yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403127" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv568196752Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Agora você é tudo que almejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv568196752yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403129" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv568196752Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv568196752yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403131" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv568196752Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Te encontro em devaneios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv568196752yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403133" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv568196752Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Porque só em você eu penso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv568196752yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403135" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv568196752Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Para conter meus anseios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv568196752yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403137" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv568196752Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lembro do seu beijo intenso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv568196752yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403139" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv568196752Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv568196752yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403141" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv568196752Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Paixão sem início ou fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv568196752yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403143" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv568196752Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não sei se consigo acreditar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv568196752yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403145" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv568196752Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas pra você ainda assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv568196752yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403147" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv568196752Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quero além de me entregar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv568196752yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403149" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv568196752Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv568196752yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403151" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv568196752Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Perco a razão sem querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv568196752yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403153" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv568196752Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mesmo de longe eu posso sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv568196752yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403155" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv568196752Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que é verdade, é pra valer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv568196752yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403157" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv568196752Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E é pra você que vou sorrir&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/38567050-3721520065967611012?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/3721520065967611012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=3721520065967611012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/3721520065967611012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/3721520065967611012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/11/bom-eu-tenho-algumas-poesias-antigas.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-5143747273018632849</id><published>2011-11-15T22:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T22:23:11.380-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mxcc31Tck-s/TsMBKPI7G6I/AAAAAAAABXU/5PwofqMeSGo/s1600/im5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mxcc31Tck-s/TsMBKPI7G6I/AAAAAAAABXU/5PwofqMeSGo/s320/im5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Não tenho tido inspiração pra escrever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Vou atualizando o blog do jeito que dá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Em breve tudo vai voltar ao normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Não dá pra ficar sofrendo por quem não merece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;PORQUE EU ME AMO DEMAIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Vai passar. Tudo passa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/38567050-5143747273018632849?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/5143747273018632849/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=5143747273018632849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/5143747273018632849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/5143747273018632849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/11/nao-tenho-tido-inspiracao-pra-escrever.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mxcc31Tck-s/TsMBKPI7G6I/AAAAAAAABXU/5PwofqMeSGo/s72-c/im5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-5003831859760042017</id><published>2011-11-14T15:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T15:36:38.272-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BjVJdgiw32U/TsFRbZHfYKI/AAAAAAAABXM/XIoYSzX03sc/s1600/heart-broken_gif.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BjVJdgiw32U/TsFRbZHfYKI/AAAAAAAABXM/XIoYSzX03sc/s1600/heart-broken_gif.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tá muito difícil.&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/38567050-5003831859760042017?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/5003831859760042017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=5003831859760042017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/5003831859760042017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/5003831859760042017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/11/ta-muito-dificil.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BjVJdgiw32U/TsFRbZHfYKI/AAAAAAAABXM/XIoYSzX03sc/s72-c/heart-broken_gif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-4722689327968850842</id><published>2011-11-13T18:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T18:57:56.993-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PORTAL 11 . 11 . 11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amados Trabalhadores da Luz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocês estão num momento sagrado pois a luz se intensifica. Este é o momento em que o Sagrado Portal da Estrela Rosa começa a abrir-se e você começar a alinhar sua Consciência Cósmica com a criação da Matriz, em preparação para as etapas finais na sua corrente evolutiva na Jornada de Transformação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este portal 11:11 é especialmente poderoso, pois ele estará em vigor em 11:11:11. As energias triplices representam um ponto de ativação para as energias da Divina Luz do Cristo. Neste momento, haverá uma "explosão" da Radiancia, e você começará a ativar o Portal da Estrela Rosa que será o seu ponto de conexão para a Consciência Cósmica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queridos, nesta última fase de sua transformação, você ativou o seu projeto original da perfeição em seu DNA, o seu equilíbrio interior energias masculinas e femininas, e trouxe seu Corpo de Luz em plena ativação. Você ativou a glândula pineal e começou o processo de transformação da glândula em sua forma cristalina de energia nova para que ele possa receber e transmitir as frequências mais elevadas de luz cristalina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, você começa a desfraldar as pétalas "da Rosa dentro de seu campo de energia e de formar ou criar o "Portal Aurico da Estrela" que lhe permitirá acesso a Luz Cósmica do "Um" diretamente e como um coletivo. À medida que você começar a formular esse padrão coerente de beleza dentro do seu corpo de energia, de modo que o planeta também começa a criar este início do Portal Estelar sobre essa região que você sabe como o pólo sul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amados, este é o ponto culminante do Mistério da Rosa e Sagrado da Chama Gémea, e a ativação dos Códigos do Graal. A Rosa é o símbolo sagrado da Consciência CrísticaAscensos, que codifica uma Verdade Sagrada sobre quem você é e seu processo de ascensão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Rosa Sagrada da Flor da Vida é o Portal Cósmico Rosa que você vai começar a formular e "desfraldar" em seu campo de energia Estrela da Alma, como você e seu planeta estão renascendo e reestruturado na Grande Rosa Cósmica ou Flor. Esta é a Geometria Harmoniosa do Portal Estelar que facilitará a sua ascensão final para o Coração e Mente Cósmica da Criação completa e experiência da Nova Terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amados Trabalhadores da Luz, para você ativar a Rosa Sagrada, você realmente precisa manter a mais alta vibração de Paz e Amor. Você está criando, dentro de seu corpo espiritual ou campo de energia de forma esférica, um desenho geométrico sagrado da maior frequência disponíveis aos humanos neste momento. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este padrão de maior coerência terá de ser mantido no lugar pela energia física de coerência e integridade, ou a energia vai se tornar desequilibrada e entrará em colapso em um caos muito facilmente. Se isso acontecer, meus queridos, não entre em pânico ou fiquem ansiosos ou deprimidos. Voltem para o seu centro do coração, como já lhe ensinei, e respire profundamente, se conecte com a Chama Dourada da Consciência Crística e a energia do Amor Incondicional. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conectar-se com a energia do Sagrado Coração de dentro, o seu equilíbrio interior energias masculinas e femininas por meio da intenção e entrar em União Sagrada com sua alma e espírito. Assim, vocês irão retornar aos padrões de coerência e de graça e beleza e integridade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois, você é a Rosa Sagrada, você é beleza e coerência, Graça e Paixão. Este é o Amor Divino envolvido em Forma Humana.Neste dia 11:11:11, aqueles de vocês que estão prontos começarão a criar a Rosa, ou "desfraldar" pétalas "de Luz que constatam o Portal Estelar Rosa da Luz Consciência Cósmica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flores Amadas de Luz e Amor, vocês alcançaram um momento muito sagrado quando vocês estão prontos para se tornarem a Rosa de Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço-lhe, agora, para estar comigo e permitir que a energia radiante Cristo entre em seu ser e permita que você abra a Rosa da Consciência Cósmica. Este foi o trabalho que eu fiz com o meu Amado, com o objetivo de elevar sua consciência ao ponto onde você pode realmente abraçar o Divino e cósmico de seu ser. É neste ponto onde você sabe que dentro do seu coração e alma e corpo que você está no Céu na Terra e que é a Rosa da Luz de Cristo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, sente-se muito calmamente, e permitam-se respirar profundamente. Foco em seu belo e do Sagrado Coração e senta o fluxo da energia divina que se desloca através de você. Vocês são lindos e vocês são amados, muito profundamente amados. Sintam o amor através de cada célula do seu corpo e todos os aspectos de quem você é nos Reinos da Luz. Vocês são profundamente amado. Respirem o Amor. Sinta em seu Coração. É melhor se você respirar profundamente pelo nariz e expire pela boca, permita-se respirar o movimento da vida através de seu corpo. Você é amado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, sente-se de forma a permitir-se respirar por pelo menos dez minutos. Após este tempo, seu corpo deve ser ainda e sua mente clara. Agora o foco, em seu coração de novamente e peça ao seu Eu Superior para alinhar suas Energias interiores dos Divinos Masculino e Feminino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinta-se à explosão de brilho extático em seu Coração se movendo para baixo de seu corpo através dos chacras inferiores e da terra, até o Estrela da Terra. Você está ligado à terra e você está conectado à Terra. Sinta o amor fluindo do seu coração para a Terra e da Terra para o seu coração. Inspire esse amor para o seu coração. Amor que sobe do coração até a coroa. Neste ponto, você vai sentir a glândula pineal ativar em uma explosão de luz e amor, e que a luz vai viajar para cima, e as pétalas da Rosa começarão a se abrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será a experiência mais bonita de êxtase, e você está pronto para receber o amor divino que vai derramar através de você e em seu coração e para baixo na Terra. E você vai sentir a abertura da Rosa em tudo ao seu redor. As cores irão girar em torno de você e você vai sentir o movimento, como a Esfera do Espírito reestruturada para os padrões de geometria sagrada da Rosa Sagrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queridos Filhos da Luz, saibam que são amados. Saibam que esta rosa bonita da Luz será o Espírito e Alma, o veículo que irá elevá-lo à Consciência Cósmica. Nós celebramos com vocês a abertura da Rosa .... a flor do amor. Sinta como esta reestruturação irá abrir-lhe a Criação da Matriz Cósmica, o Grande Útero de toda a Criação. Você saberá, como eu soube, a sua própria Essência Divina e você se tornará um com a Luz Divina da Criação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amados filhos da Luz, este foi o meu trabalho e meu objetivo com o meu Amado. E conseguimos. Por agora, estamos aqui para dar-lhe estas palavras simples, que começará a disparar a seqüência de realização dos Códigos do Graal nos que estão preparados para aceitar sua própria transformação e emergência na nova forma que a Terra terá. Para nós, este é um momento de grande alegria, pois vemos a conclusão do que viemos fazer há dois mil anos atrás. E nos alegramos, que não só o nosso trabalho se encontra completo, mas o trabalho de muitos outros que têm servido o Plano Divino para a sua Evolução e Ascensão para a Flor da Luz que é você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, no final desta meditação, sabemos que o processo já começou. Respire profundamente e permita-se retornar o foco para o seu Coração. Mais uma vez, respire profundamente, e permita que o foco de sua consciência entre em seu corpo novamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Amados, sabemos que, como esta rosa abre a Esfera do Espírito, você sentia e experimentará uma grande mudança. Você vai se sentir seguro, você vai se sentir amado, você vai se sentir ligado ao nosso amor, e você vai saber que está tudo bem, não importa o que você vai percorrer. Você vai se sentir leve no coração e você vai gozar a vida como você sente, a riqueza e a abundância da bênção divina ao seu redor. Você está verdadeiramente em casa com o seu amado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, como nosso querido Arcanjo disse, você vai precisar andar agora na mais alta integridade e na verdade, seja qual for a sua verdade. Fale a sua verdade e viva a sua Verdade. Você precisa estar desperto, consciente e exigente, você terá de ser aberto, honesto e amoroso. Para aceitar a Rosa da luz em sua esfera do espírito é necessário manter uma pureza e uma integridade éticas da vida, e qualquer coisa que não está na integridade mais elevada para você, criará o confronto e a discordância imediatos que podem somente ser alinhados retornando a esse estado de benevolência e amor e harmonia que é o resultado da vida na integridade, na verdade e no amor dos mais elevados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;E assim, nós os deixamos com grande alegria em nossos corações!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é muito amado. Você é maravilhoso. Você é a Luz Divina. Você é a Rosa Sagrada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma mensagem de Arcanjo Miguel, Maria Madalena canalizado por Celia Fenn&lt;br /&gt;Sexta-feira 23 outubro, 2009 África do Su&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JeoqERda-ok/TrxO3wK0HEI/AAAAAAAABW0/eUn38AKie3E/s1600/rosa_aberta.gif"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JeoqERda-ok/TrxO3wK0HEI/AAAAAAAABW0/eUn38AKie3E/s400/rosa_aberta.gif" /&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/38567050-4425351122861726448?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/4425351122861726448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=4425351122861726448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/4425351122861726448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/4425351122861726448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/11/portal-11.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JeoqERda-ok/TrxO3wK0HEI/AAAAAAAABW0/eUn38AKie3E/s72-c/rosa_aberta.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-125993259876121134</id><published>2011-11-10T20:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T20:30:45.313-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QdN1sz7ym4Q/TrxQbUZEEEI/AAAAAAAABW8/YbYr4o0KryA/s1600/387325_190170481065819_100002186056831_435206_2067712686_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QdN1sz7ym4Q/TrxQbUZEEEI/AAAAAAAABW8/YbYr4o0KryA/s400/387325_190170481065819_100002186056831_435206_2067712686_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;É simples assim.&amp;nbsp; &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/38567050-125993259876121134?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/125993259876121134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=125993259876121134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/125993259876121134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/125993259876121134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/11/e-simples-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QdN1sz7ym4Q/TrxQbUZEEEI/AAAAAAAABW8/YbYr4o0KryA/s72-c/387325_190170481065819_100002186056831_435206_2067712686_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-2260294359122437360</id><published>2011-11-07T10:13:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T10:13:34.167-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="western" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 3.18cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: -3.18cm;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Acalme meu passo, Senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;Acalme meu passo, Senhor, desacelere as batidas do meu coração, acalmando minha mente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;Diminua meu ritmo apressado com uma visão da eternidade do tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;Em meio às confusões do dia a dia, dê-me a tranqüilidade das montanhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;Retire a tensão dos meus músculos e nervos com a música tranqüilizante dos rios de águas constantes que vivem em minhas lembranças.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ajude-me a conhecer o poder mágico e reparador do sono.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ensina-me a arte de tirar pequenas férias:reduzir o meu ritmo para contemplar uma flor, papear com um amigo,afagar uma criança, ler um poema, ouvir uma música preferida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;Acalme meu passo, Senhor, para que eu possa perceber no meio do incessante labor cotidiano dos ruídos, lutas, alegrias, cansaços ou desalentos, a Tua presença constante no meu coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;Acalme meu passo, Senhor, para que eu possa entoar o cântico da esperança, sorrir para o meu próximo e calar-me para escutar a Tua voz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;Acalme meu passo, Senhor, e inspire-me a enterrar minhas raízes no solo dos valores duradouros da vida, para que eu possa crescer até as estrelas do meu destino maior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;Obrigado Senhor, pelo dia de hoje, pela família e amigos que me deste, pelo meu trabalho e sobretudo pela Tua presença em minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;QUE ASSIM SEJA... ASSIM SE FAÇA...ASSIM SERÁ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxmB2_pjQEM/TrfLJ4CA73I/AAAAAAAABWk/AEYT8K4yc_Y/s1600/jesus+e+crian%25C3%25A7a.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxmB2_pjQEM/TrfLJ4CA73I/AAAAAAAABWk/AEYT8K4yc_Y/s400/jesus+e+crian%25C3%25A7a.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&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/38567050-2260294359122437360?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/2260294359122437360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=2260294359122437360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/2260294359122437360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/2260294359122437360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/11/acalme-meu-passo-senhor-acalme-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxmB2_pjQEM/TrfLJ4CA73I/AAAAAAAABWk/AEYT8K4yc_Y/s72-c/jesus+e+crian%25C3%25A7a.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-4115330734297113492</id><published>2011-11-05T11:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T11:46:00.752-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Só o amor interessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Agora tenho pressa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Amanhã muita calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Amor quando toca a pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Arrepia até a alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dY3SReno3cg/TqGqlGHU9MI/AAAAAAAABVU/ZHxWvUSjmO4/s1600/314007_222817867778396_157968490930001_644515_1894102685_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dY3SReno3cg/TqGqlGHU9MI/AAAAAAAABVU/ZHxWvUSjmO4/s1600/314007_222817867778396_157968490930001_644515_1894102685_n.jpg" /&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/38567050-4115330734297113492?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/4115330734297113492/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=4115330734297113492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/4115330734297113492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/4115330734297113492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-o-amor-interessa-agora-tenho-pressa.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dY3SReno3cg/TqGqlGHU9MI/AAAAAAAABVU/ZHxWvUSjmO4/s72-c/314007_222817867778396_157968490930001_644515_1894102685_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-1443603682202709081</id><published>2011-11-02T09:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T09:17:00.272-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Só há uma casta, a casta da humanidade.&lt;br /&gt;Só há uma linguagem, a linguagem do coração.&lt;br /&gt;Só há uma religião, a religião do amor.&lt;br /&gt;Só há um Deus, e Ele é Onipresente.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATHYA SAI BABA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0xbbKym7oL0/TqGphASIOwI/AAAAAAAABVM/n6VXQoaQcSY/s1600/00001aaaNamaste21.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0xbbKym7oL0/TqGphASIOwI/AAAAAAAABVM/n6VXQoaQcSY/s1600/00001aaaNamaste21.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38567050-1443603682202709081?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/1443603682202709081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=1443603682202709081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/1443603682202709081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/1443603682202709081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-ha-uma-casta-casta-da-humanidade.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0xbbKym7oL0/TqGphASIOwI/AAAAAAAABVM/n6VXQoaQcSY/s72-c/00001aaaNamaste21.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-1691001342575229886</id><published>2011-11-01T16:07:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T16:07:00.287-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403801" id="yui_3_2_0_42_13192141104031543" lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Astro rei&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv864707452MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403807" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv864707452MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403813" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lá fora a selva de pedra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv864707452MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403819" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me chama pra mais um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv864707452MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403825" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pelo sim, pelo não, pela sobrevivência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv864707452MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403831" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vou no piloto automático&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv864707452MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403837" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não tenho mesmo muita escolha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv864707452MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403843" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sou capaz de enlouquecer aqui dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv864707452MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403849" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É melhor sair e brigar com o mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv864707452MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403855" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do que ser refém dos meus próprios pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv864707452MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403861" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E se a minha conduta não te agrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv864707452MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403867" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seu sorriso também não me convence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv864707452MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403873" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Esquece que me viu, me deleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv864707452MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403879" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pra mim a sua opinião é indiferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv864707452MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403885" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Você é mais uma peça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv864707452MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403891" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nas mãos dos senhores capitalistas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv864707452MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403897" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um alvo tão fácil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv864707452MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403903" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que nem vale a pena a minha mira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv864707452MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403909" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nessa mesa de xadrez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv864707452MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403915" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A minha rainha dita as regras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv864707452MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403921" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O seu exército já bateu em retirada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv864707452MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403927" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Então segue o seu rumo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv864707452MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403933" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que eu vou na direção oposta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv864707452MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403939" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O astro rei se põe a oeste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv864707452MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403945" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E eu sobrevivi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv864707452MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403951" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vou celebrar com ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv864707452MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403957" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A conquista desta vitória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv864707452MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403963" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O fim de mais um dia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv864707452MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_42_13192141104031540" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="yui_3_2_0_42_1319214110403969" lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nesta longa trajetória&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/38567050-1691001342575229886?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/1691001342575229886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=1691001342575229886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/1691001342575229886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/1691001342575229886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/11/astro-rei-la-fora-selva-de-pedra-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-8411956087994541682</id><published>2011-10-28T13:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T13:52:36.819-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YzSJG_K_7Xw/TqrPft761WI/AAAAAAAABWc/JOj9YTriCjk/s1600/296475_300720029943197_235979756417225_1458528_1178590262_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YzSJG_K_7Xw/TqrPft761WI/AAAAAAAABWc/JOj9YTriCjk/s400/296475_300720029943197_235979756417225_1458528_1178590262_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;DEUS, ME AJUDA A ARRANCAR ESSE SENTIMENTO DO MEU PEITO, PORQUE EU SÓ VOU GOSTAR DE QUEM GOSTA DE MIM!&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/38567050-8411956087994541682?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/8411956087994541682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=8411956087994541682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/8411956087994541682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/8411956087994541682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/10/deus-me-ajuda-arrancar-esse-sentimento.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YzSJG_K_7Xw/TqrPft761WI/AAAAAAAABWc/JOj9YTriCjk/s72-c/296475_300720029943197_235979756417225_1458528_1178590262_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-4877526914579506167</id><published>2011-10-25T07:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T07:06:00.362-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bWXazVhlyxQ" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Es mejor morir de pie que continuar viviendo de rodillas"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Emiliano Zapata&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38567050-4877526914579506167?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/4877526914579506167/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=4877526914579506167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/4877526914579506167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/4877526914579506167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/10/es-mejor-morir-de-pie-que-continuar.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bWXazVhlyxQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-4150172668513243703</id><published>2011-10-22T09:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T09:24:00.515-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VJxlarxCoCk/TqGq1giA1II/AAAAAAAABVc/9n-RBTFIwBs/s1600/313404_243731319010746_224816620902216_756178_148990734_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VJxlarxCoCk/TqGq1giA1II/AAAAAAAABVc/9n-RBTFIwBs/s1600/313404_243731319010746_224816620902216_756178_148990734_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Verdade verdadeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/38567050-4150172668513243703?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/4150172668513243703/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=4150172668513243703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/4150172668513243703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/4150172668513243703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/10/verdade-verdadeira.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VJxlarxCoCk/TqGq1giA1II/AAAAAAAABVc/9n-RBTFIwBs/s72-c/313404_243731319010746_224816620902216_756178_148990734_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-2840629614412016411</id><published>2011-10-21T09:47:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T15:20:55.999-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ah8p58idPSU&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ah8p58idPSU&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38567050-2840629614412016411?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/2840629614412016411/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=2840629614412016411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/2840629614412016411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/2840629614412016411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-8317191077928866382</id><published>2011-10-19T10:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T10:01:00.457-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gHYDApgv4Hs/Tp10jl9LFcI/AAAAAAAABU0/ANP-qWR3ryQ/s1600/270102_170113406384613_157842324278388_457744_4972146_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="397" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gHYDApgv4Hs/Tp10jl9LFcI/AAAAAAAABU0/ANP-qWR3ryQ/s400/270102_170113406384613_157842324278388_457744_4972146_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;O meu mundo é assim... Lindo e delicado. Um pouco girly rs...&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/38567050-8317191077928866382?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/8317191077928866382/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=8317191077928866382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/8317191077928866382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/8317191077928866382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-meu-mundo-e-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gHYDApgv4Hs/Tp10jl9LFcI/AAAAAAAABU0/ANP-qWR3ryQ/s72-c/270102_170113406384613_157842324278388_457744_4972146_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-1065040177446532350</id><published>2011-10-18T09:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T10:37:12.389-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E é só &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A sentença é cruel e derradeira e parece uma dor pequena, se comparada as mazelas vividas por uma parte da população ao redor do mundo. Guerras, fome, miséria, trabalho em troca de quantias ínfimas, condições precárias e impróprias para moradia ou até a falta dela. Difícil para quem sente isso na pele ou apenas imagina de longe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;E às vezes é difícil também falar de poesia, de amor, de alegria. A dor escorrega fácil pela caneta e imprime palavras fortes. A de cada um é sempre maior, tão própria, tão adequada. Algumas, explícitas. Outras até questionáveis, com suas razões mal definidas. Toda e qualquer uma delas, imensuráveis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas tem aquela. Que pertence talvez ao ramo das causas desconhecidas. Não é indefinida, porque&amp;nbsp;mesmo sem uma justificativa veemente, ela existe&amp;nbsp;de fato&amp;nbsp;ali dentro. Não é uma dor forjada, alimentada ou desejada. Vem da alma, de algum lugar do passado distante o bastante, para aqueles que acreditam no improvável. Para os que acreditam tanto na magia das felizes coincidências, quanto na colheita implacável e obrigatória. Não por castigo se padece dessa dor. Mas por arrependimento, compromisso, bondade e oportunidade. Amor e salvação. Nesta ordem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A solidão é a dor mais invisível. Poucos a percebem. Alguns solitários nunca se sentem sozinhos, são felizes assim, mesmo rotulados e dignos de compaixão. Pura incompreensão. A exceção pode confundir a visibilidade. Porque para se sentir sozinho é preciso ter sempre muita gente em volta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Os sozinhos legítimos sentem uma solidão meio crônica. E de quebra, ela vem acompanhada de uma enorme sensação de ingratidão. Como explicar uma dor sem explicação? Tão sensíveis, eles sentem também todas as dores da humanidade. Crueldade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Apenas quem sente é capaz de compreender e se solidariza. Catarse não ameniza. Não tem muita saída. Ele nunca desacredita e tem mais fé ainda, aposta que tudo pode mudar a qualquer instante, diz a cartilha da magia. Para quem já leu e acredita.&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/38567050-1065040177446532350?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/1065040177446532350/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=1065040177446532350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/1065040177446532350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/1065040177446532350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-e-so-sentenca-e-cruel-e-derradeira-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-7742981005292491510</id><published>2011-10-17T11:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T10:36:41.512-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Não sou alegre nem triste, sou poeta".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Cecília Meireles&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/38567050-7742981005292491510?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/7742981005292491510/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=7742981005292491510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/7742981005292491510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/7742981005292491510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/08/nao-sou-alegre-nem-triste-sou-poeta.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-6615187603399706049</id><published>2011-10-15T11:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T11:22:00.565-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dedico este post a todos os mestres que, de alguma forma, tentam fazer a diferença na vida de seus alunos. Agradeço a&amp;nbsp;cada um deles, desde a primeira professora que plantou uma sementinha em meu coração, Madre Edith, até meus professores da faculdade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Obrigada a&amp;nbsp;todos que compartilharam seus conhecimentos e&amp;nbsp;experiências de vida, com alegria, ENTUSIASMO e dedicação e que se orgulham dessa vocação que é tão especial e infelizmente, pouco valorizada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;E acima de tudo, obrigada por terem contribuído para o meu crescimento. Alguns ficarão guardados para sempre na minha memória.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IAXr7WIBEeA/TkAqwNAylqI/AAAAAAAABQs/RSUSvS5XlUo/s1600/dia_dos_professores_2009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IAXr7WIBEeA/TkAqwNAylqI/AAAAAAAABQs/RSUSvS5XlUo/s400/dia_dos_professores_2009.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/38567050-6615187603399706049?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/6615187603399706049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=6615187603399706049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/6615187603399706049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/6615187603399706049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/10/dedico-este-post-todos-os-mestres-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IAXr7WIBEeA/TkAqwNAylqI/AAAAAAAABQs/RSUSvS5XlUo/s72-c/dia_dos_professores_2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-4414287975302438267</id><published>2011-10-14T11:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T11:15:30.084-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-95ZyQDSHFDo/TphD39pNVtI/AAAAAAAABUs/3-tWLfE0Zq0/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="336" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-95ZyQDSHFDo/TphD39pNVtI/AAAAAAAABUs/3-tWLfE0Zq0/s400/untitled.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Agora que eu contratei o Garfield pra ser meu cupido, não tem como dar errado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38567050-4414287975302438267?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/4414287975302438267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=4414287975302438267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/4414287975302438267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/4414287975302438267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/10/agora-que-eu-contratei-o-garfield-pra.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-95ZyQDSHFDo/TphD39pNVtI/AAAAAAAABUs/3-tWLfE0Zq0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-7420760190272318079</id><published>2011-10-13T13:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T13:52:19.924-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-McvK9jaUKbQ/TpcXCfP8woI/AAAAAAAABUk/wgszHtYsZJI/s1600/precipicio.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-McvK9jaUKbQ/TpcXCfP8woI/AAAAAAAABUk/wgszHtYsZJI/s400/precipicio.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A PALAVRA É SÓ UMA:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;SUPERAÇÃO&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/38567050-7420760190272318079?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/7420760190272318079/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=7420760190272318079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/7420760190272318079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/7420760190272318079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/10/palavra-e-so-uma-superacao.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-McvK9jaUKbQ/TpcXCfP8woI/AAAAAAAABUk/wgszHtYsZJI/s72-c/precipicio.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-1223864744440543041</id><published>2011-10-12T07:10:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T13:54:39.136-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131836593755740" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Toda criança deve ter o direito de simplesmente...  SER CRIANÇA. Deve poder estudar, brincar, ser bem cuidada e amada. Uma  das coisas que mais me entristece no mundo é saber que existem tantos  seres desumanos que tem coragem de abusar e maltratar crianças inocentes  e indefesas. E eu me pergunto, como é que pode? O meu Deus é justo e  misericordioso e um dia ele ainda vai me explicar isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra levantar o astral, escolhi  postar este video do CQC , do programa especial de dia das crianças, com  o João Pedro. Gente, o que é isso, rs? Que&amp;nbsp; moleque é esse, rs? É claro que ele foi muito bem treinado, mas o mérito é dele, sim. Uma fofura, esperto demais. Ele arrasou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_1318365937557340" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7EMQzV3m2Lc" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_1318365937557490"&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/38567050-1223864744440543041?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/1223864744440543041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=1223864744440543041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/1223864744440543041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/1223864744440543041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/10/toda-crianca-deve-ter-o-direito-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7EMQzV3m2Lc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-4038115545529328583</id><published>2011-10-10T12:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T15:50:55.115-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XBlLvTviXo0/TpM-gom6YpI/AAAAAAAABUg/edmwsOXCgQ8/s1600/love+never+fails.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XBlLvTviXo0/TpM-gom6YpI/AAAAAAAABUg/edmwsOXCgQ8/s400/love+never+fails.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38567050-4038115545529328583?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/4038115545529328583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=4038115545529328583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/4038115545529328583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/4038115545529328583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XBlLvTviXo0/TpM-gom6YpI/AAAAAAAABUg/edmwsOXCgQ8/s72-c/love+never+fails.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-1686987383441209252</id><published>2011-10-09T11:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T11:59:08.080-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Na luz ou na escuridão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Meus dias são nublados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas persigo a luz na imensidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Meus amores, desencontrados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Sou a ira, como a força do trovão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Minhas preces, tão desesperadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Porque sinto um cansaço sem igual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Minhas vidas, se foram desperdiçadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Sou a fé de uma alma imortal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RIR É O MELHOR REMÉDIO...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Dani Calabresa e Marcelo Adnet formam um casal maneiríssimo e fofo. O Adnet imitando o Joel falando inglês é muuuuuuito engraçado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gjkvFKG6s1Q" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vKj6xN5gk-4" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/38567050-3546764991679869871?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/3546764991679869871/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=3546764991679869871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/3546764991679869871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/3546764991679869871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/10/rir-e-o-melhor-remedio.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/gjkvFKG6s1Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-2898251244077700532</id><published>2011-10-06T20:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T20:24:42.157-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yb88M4xg0F0/To43uQ3btCI/AAAAAAAABUM/2eP-P6P1PgI/s1600/cor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yb88M4xg0F0/To43uQ3btCI/AAAAAAAABUM/2eP-P6P1PgI/s400/cor.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 14px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quem tem consciência do livre arbítrio não acredita em destino. Porque Deus te mostra a luz, mas quem decide abrir os olhos é você.Colocar a culpa no destino é desculpa de quem não luta pelo que quer.&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/38567050-2898251244077700532?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/2898251244077700532/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=2898251244077700532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/2898251244077700532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/2898251244077700532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/10/quem-tem-consciencia-do-livre-arbitrio.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yb88M4xg0F0/To43uQ3btCI/AAAAAAAABUM/2eP-P6P1PgI/s72-c/cor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-6699695979072242131</id><published>2011-10-04T19:06:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T20:46:00.181-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sou complicada. E por incrível que pareça, as coisas mais simples são as que me deixam mais feliz.&amp;nbsp;Aprendi a&amp;nbsp;viver&amp;nbsp;assim, tamanha a necessidade de fugir de tudo isso aqui dentro. Sou prática, simples e objetiva. E os meus sentimentos confusos e os momentos difíceis que já passei, eu&amp;nbsp;mantenho trancados a sete chaves. De vez em quando eu abro o cadeado, deixo eles respirarem. E tranco de novo. Espero o dia em que a felicidade simples me fará libertá-los e jogar fora a chave. Pra sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-loXdjbO7T0I/TouEWCzfYNI/AAAAAAAABUI/at3Kb0lWcMA/s1600/pic3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-loXdjbO7T0I/TouEWCzfYNI/AAAAAAAABUI/at3Kb0lWcMA/s400/pic3.jpg" width="327" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;var id="yiv1056432583yui-ie-cursor"&gt;&lt;/var&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/38567050-6699695979072242131?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/6699695979072242131/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=6699695979072242131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/6699695979072242131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/6699695979072242131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/10/eu-sou-complicada.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-loXdjbO7T0I/TouEWCzfYNI/AAAAAAAABUI/at3Kb0lWcMA/s72-c/pic3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-5408612601686399235</id><published>2011-10-02T20:13:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T12:13:48.858-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E o primeiro amor envelheceu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Será que o  amor e o afeto, ultimamente, andam mesmo fora de contexto? Pressa,  prazer, sentimentos fortuitos que dispensam pretexto. É assim que se  relacionam adolescentes e jovens, que não se envolvem emocionalmente e  nunca namoraram de fato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É surpreendente o  número de rapazes e garotas que com seus dezoito anos, um pouco mais ou  um pouco menos, nunca tiveram um namoro. Só ficaram. E possivelmente,  nem gostaram de alguém de verdade. Não sabem o que é o primeiro amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se  nas décadas de 60 e 70 as mulheres ainda se casavam virgens e a  sexualidade era tabu, a explosão dos movimentos feministas e a onda  hippie serviram para dar o pontapé inicial a um amor mais livre. Na  época o que chocava a sociedade hoje em  dia soa como ingênuo e romântico.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O mundo  mudou mesmo. E foi bem depressa. E o passado nem tão distante parece  suave perto da banalização do sexo, da vulgaridade explícita e gratuita  vivenciada por adolescentes que querem afirmação, com ou sem  escolhas.Eles ficam, transam, buscam identidade e novas emoções, assim  como todos os jovens de todas as gerações.A diferença é que atualmente é  tudo muito frio, superficial, sem referencial.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas  há quem defenda que desta forma, quando existe o amor, ele é mais  sincero, sem convenções ou obrigações. Só fica junto quem se gosta de  verdade, sem fingimentos, sem fazer o outro esperar pela hora certa, sem  falsas expectativas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por outro lado, quando o  sexo não era tão facilmente consentido, havia a conquista, os jovens se  conheciam primeiro, conheciam o corpo um do outro, e conviviam mais.  Nenhum vínculo  consegue ser forjado por muito tempo, mas aos poucos, surgindo ou não a  paixão e o amor, sempre restava a amizade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A  garotada ficava, namorava, fazia amor e se o relacionamento não  vingasse, a convivência, curta ou longa, fazia tudo valer bem mais a  pena. Tinha o afeto, o carinho, a amizade. Porque duas pessoas na flor  da idade se conheceram de fato, se descobriram, se gostaram e tiveram um  história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E hoje não existem mais Romeus e  Julietas. Há menos sentimento, menos amizade. Todo mundo fica, transa,  se diverte e vai embora para suas casas, com solidão no coração e vazio  na alma.Fora algumas raras exceções, casais fofos &amp;nbsp;que se encontram, se  amam e se salvam.E vivem o primeiro amor na hora certa. Quando ainda  sobra frescor, inocência e sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mais vale  ter boas experiências, afetos, paixões do que começar a vida só com  emoções corriqueiras e até  frustrantes. Muitas vezes é devagar que surge um sentimento bacana. Se  vai se transformar em amor ou não, eles não precisam ter tanta pressa  para descobrir. Eles tem muito tempo pela frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-po7B3f7TvYo/ToY78zr3W6I/AAAAAAAABT4/whaZbU9Dw3E/s1600/adolescente.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-po7B3f7TvYo/ToY78zr3W6I/AAAAAAAABT4/whaZbU9Dw3E/s1600/adolescente.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/38567050-5408612601686399235?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/5408612601686399235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=5408612601686399235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/5408612601686399235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/5408612601686399235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/10/e-o-primeiro-amor-envelheceu-sera-que-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-po7B3f7TvYo/ToY78zr3W6I/AAAAAAAABT4/whaZbU9Dw3E/s72-c/adolescente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-6263822911312917493</id><published>2011-10-01T07:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T19:41:00.988-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IWMf5LAqCSY/ToY8O4u6qWI/AAAAAAAABT8/L9-AIelxVOs/s1600/Keep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IWMf5LAqCSY/ToY8O4u6qWI/AAAAAAAABT8/L9-AIelxVOs/s400/Keep.jpg" width="317" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38567050-6263822911312917493?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/6263822911312917493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=6263822911312917493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/6263822911312917493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/6263822911312917493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_01.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IWMf5LAqCSY/ToY8O4u6qWI/AAAAAAAABT8/L9-AIelxVOs/s72-c/Keep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-1512254754520636225</id><published>2011-09-29T19:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T19:58:24.150-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tn9UjWyLXRM/ToT2OOz8INI/AAAAAAAABT0/yn_E248-t7Q/s1600/41795_110663818950287_262_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tn9UjWyLXRM/ToT2OOz8INI/AAAAAAAABT0/yn_E248-t7Q/s400/41795_110663818950287_262_n.jpg" width="347" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;É difícil ter que sorrir para o mundo e fingir que está tudo bem. Não por orgulho, mas porque não vale a pena alimentar tristezas, ficar arrastando correntes... Pra que mostrar as fraquezas? Ninguém sabe das minhas dores. Elas só dizem respeito a mim. &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Meus amigos e o mundo lá fora me querem forte e feliz e é isso que eu tento dar a eles. &lt;/span&gt;Quando na verdade, eu sei que hoje estou a kilômetros de distância desse lugar aí, chamado HAPPY. Mas não vou desistir de encontrar o caminho e quem sabe, até um atalho, para chegar mais rápido. Eu estou triste demais, mas eu quero muito ficar feliz.&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/38567050-1512254754520636225?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/1512254754520636225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=1512254754520636225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/1512254754520636225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/1512254754520636225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/09/e-dificil-ter-que-sorrir-para-o-mundo-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tn9UjWyLXRM/ToT2OOz8INI/AAAAAAAABT0/yn_E248-t7Q/s72-c/41795_110663818950287_262_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-2889411501837420996</id><published>2011-09-25T07:50:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T08:02:40.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu leio a Bíblia todos os dias. Uns dias mais, outros menos. Mas TODOS os dias eu abro na página 623, Livro de Jó, capítulo 11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="paragrafo"&gt;1 E&lt;/span&gt;ntão respondeu Zofar, o naamatita, dizendo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bg2" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=38567050&amp;amp;postID=2889411501837420996" name="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="nversi1"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; Não se dará resposta à multidão de palavras? ou será justificado o homem falador? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bg1" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=38567050&amp;amp;postID=2889411501837420996" name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="nversi1"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; Acaso as tuas jactâncias farão calar os homens? e zombarás tu sem que ninguém te envergonhe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bg2" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=38567050&amp;amp;postID=2889411501837420996" name="4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="nversi1"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; Pois dizes: A minha doutrina é pura, e limpo sou aos teus olhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bg1" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=38567050&amp;amp;postID=2889411501837420996" name="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="nversi1"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; Mas, na verdade, oxalá que Deus falasse e abrisse os seus lábios contra ti, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bg2" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=38567050&amp;amp;postID=2889411501837420996" name="6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="nversi1"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; e te fizesse saber os segredos da sabedoria, pois é multiforme o seu entendimento; sabe, pois, que Deus exige de ti menos do que merece a tua iniqüidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bg1" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=38567050&amp;amp;postID=2889411501837420996" name="7"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="nversi1"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="paragrafo"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;oderás descobrir as coisas profundas de Deus, ou descobrir perfeitamente o Todo-Poderoso? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bg2" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=38567050&amp;amp;postID=2889411501837420996" name="8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="nversi1"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; Como as alturas do céu é a sua sabedoria; que poderás tu fazer? Mais profunda é ela do que o Seol; que poderás tu saber? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bg1" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=38567050&amp;amp;postID=2889411501837420996" name="9"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="nversi1"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; Mais comprida é a sua medida do que a terra, e mais larga do que o mar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bg2" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=38567050&amp;amp;postID=2889411501837420996" name="10"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="nversi2"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; Se ele passar e prender alguém, e chamar a juízo, quem o poderá impedir? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bg1" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=38567050&amp;amp;postID=2889411501837420996" name="11"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="nversi2"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt; Pois ele conhece os homens vãos; e quando vê a iniqüidade, não atentará para ela? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bg2" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=38567050&amp;amp;postID=2889411501837420996" name="12"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="nversi2"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt; Mas o homem vão adquirirá entendimento, quando a cria do asno montês nascer homem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bg1" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=38567050&amp;amp;postID=2889411501837420996" name="13"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="nversi2"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="paragrafo"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;e tu preparares o teu coração, e estenderes as mãos para ele; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bg2" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=38567050&amp;amp;postID=2889411501837420996" name="14"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="nversi2"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt; se há iniqüidade na tua mão, lança-a para longe de ti, e não deixes a perversidade habitar nas tuas tendas; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bg1" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=38567050&amp;amp;postID=2889411501837420996" name="15"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="nversi2"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt; então levantarás o teu rosto sem mácula, e estarás firme, e não temerás. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bg2" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=38567050&amp;amp;postID=2889411501837420996" name="16"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="nversi2"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt; Pois tu te esquecerás da tua miséria; apenas te lembrarás dela como das águas que já passaram. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bg1" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=38567050&amp;amp;postID=2889411501837420996" name="17"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="nversi2"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt; E a tua vida será mais clara do que o meio-dia; a escuridão dela será como a alva. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bg2" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=38567050&amp;amp;postID=2889411501837420996" name="18"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="nversi2"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt; E terás confiança, porque haverá esperança; olharás ao redor de ti e repousarás seguro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bg1" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=38567050&amp;amp;postID=2889411501837420996" name="19"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="nversi2"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt; Deitar-te-ás, e ninguém te amedrontará; muitos procurarão obter o teu favor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bg2" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=38567050&amp;amp;postID=2889411501837420996" name="20"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="nversi2"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt; Mas os olhos dos ímpios desfalecerão, e para eles não haverá refúgio; a sua esperança será o expirar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bg2" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bg2" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L46zrZWdxRo/ToGtMHUR-VI/AAAAAAAABTw/pvymMYz2ev0/s1600/atracao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L46zrZWdxRo/ToGtMHUR-VI/AAAAAAAABTw/pvymMYz2ev0/s1600/atracao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bg2" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;TUDO EU POSSO NAQUELE QUE ME FORTALECE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bg2" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;DEUS, EU TE ENTREGO A MINHA VIDA TODOS OS DIAS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bg2" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;EU VOU TER PACIÊNCIA, VOU SABER ESPERAR PELAS VITÓRIAS QUE VOCÊ ESTÁ GUARDANDO PRA MIM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38567050-2889411501837420996?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/2889411501837420996/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=2889411501837420996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/2889411501837420996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/2889411501837420996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/09/eu-leio-biblia-todos-os-dias.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L46zrZWdxRo/ToGtMHUR-VI/AAAAAAAABTw/pvymMYz2ev0/s72-c/atracao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-4839223199080610331</id><published>2011-09-24T07:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T08:56:54.976-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acerta, cupido!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;De repente a gente começa a gostar de alguém tão diferente de nós,&amp;nbsp; e até&amp;nbsp; se torna um mistério entender como esse sentimento pode ser tão forte.E você luta por ele de todas as formas, finge que não vê, acha bonitinho, perdoa, recomeça. Simplesmente porque você gosta muito e isso basta.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu tenho defeitos como todo mundo e por isso até prefiro amar o imperfeito. Mas chega uma hora que você não aguenta mais tentar entender esse jogo louco. Por mais que se adore alguém, não dá para fazer cara de paisagem sempre e tentar encontrar respostas, se elas nunca são dadas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Devia ser tudo simples. Se está a fim, demonstra. Se não está, fala a verdade. E se depois de uma noite estranha, a pessoa te manda uma mensagem dizendo: "Eu gosto muito de você", qualquer um fica feliz e responde com carinho também. Mas nem sempre as palavras correspondem aos fatos. Nunca me deixo levar por elas, mas sim, por atitudes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;E mais estranho ainda é a gente querer tanto aquela pessoa, de forma apaixonada, sem saber de onde vem isso e mesmo com tudo errado e o universo não conspirando a favor, você continuar querendo&amp;nbsp; e querendo, e se sentir impotente e ter que engolir isso com o coração apertado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu confesso: sou uma mulher antiga e não sei correr atrás de homem. Só consigo valorizar quem me dá valor. Por isso eu não insisto. Mas isso não arranca o sentimento que teima em gritar aqui dentro, me mandando ir à luta. Mas eu não posso. Porque eu preciso de certezas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Chega uma hora na vida que a gente não quer problemas,&amp;nbsp; quer tudo de um jeito mais fácil.Não quer transar, mas sim, fazer amor, não quer brigar, mas sim, fazer amor. Não quer chorar, só quer sorrir. Sem joguinho, sem stress, quer ficar ao lado do ser amado e curtir a vida numa boa, na paz.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Acho que não somos nós que escolhemos quem vamos gostar ou amar. Algo acontece lá em cima e não é por acaso. E seu coração é flechado. Depois de muito, mas muito tempo, meu coração voltou a bater forte. E eu queria que tivesse sido tudo diferente. Mas só posso comandar o meu destino, o de mais ninguém.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Só peço a Deus e ao meu cupido, para que da próxima vez, eles acertem. Porque eu não quero mais gostar de alguém que eu nem sei se algum dia, gostou de mim. Cupido, escolhe um homem que diga o que sente, que me ame de paixão, que me trate como uma flor e que me faça sorrir.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu não quero um conto de fadas, não! Pode mandar um sapo, todo errado, mas sincero.As únicas coisas que eu exijo são sentimentos verdadeiros e um final feliz. E disso eu não abro mão, cupido! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_1zQCZUFRzk/Tnz_vrF9BoI/AAAAAAAABTk/zYY8GB47Ry4/s1600/hot-pink-fragile-handle-with-care-kids-shirts_design.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_1zQCZUFRzk/Tnz_vrF9BoI/AAAAAAAABTk/zYY8GB47Ry4/s200/hot-pink-fragile-handle-with-care-kids-shirts_design.png" width="200px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YV942xb9xA0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38567050-8184961363591938641?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/8184961363591938641/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=8184961363591938641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/8184961363591938641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/8184961363591938641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/09/acerta-cupido-de-repente-gente-comeca.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_1zQCZUFRzk/Tnz_vrF9BoI/AAAAAAAABTk/zYY8GB47Ry4/s72-c/hot-pink-fragile-handle-with-care-kids-shirts_design.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-1484079356851430579</id><published>2011-09-22T09:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T09:07:46.929-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wnq52zB7V-4" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Que menininha levada rsrsrs ! O video é engraçado, mas acho que esses pais, que inclusive devem estar gravando isso, são meio desnaturados... Ela pode pegar uma doença desses bichos, tadinha!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Que gente louca!&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/38567050-1484079356851430579?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/1484079356851430579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=1484079356851430579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/1484079356851430579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/1484079356851430579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/09/que-menininha-levada-rsrsrs-o-video-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wnq52zB7V-4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-2565336241529526228</id><published>2011-09-21T07:45:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T19:26:59.543-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje é o dia da PAZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Apesar de tantas coisas, em certos momentos eu tenho me sentido mais em paz. Agradeço e desejo isso para todos os seres do mundo. Desejo também o que tanto almejo na vida: amor verdadeiro, sabedoria e evolução. Que no dia de hoje, os aflitos possam sentir o conforto de DEUS. Hoje e SEMPRE. Que assim seja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2018023662MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A meditação&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2018023662MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A meditação me ajuda muito a ter paz. Às vezes a mente está inquieta, ansiosa e tem dias que é mais difícil. Mas mesmo assim, como tudo na vida, quando a gente quer, é só insistir que funciona.Segue um texto que recebi por e-mail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2018023662MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2018023662MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;MEDITAÇÃO ATENCIOSA - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Deepak Chopra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2018023662MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Descubra sua sabedoria interior… Ou apenas descanse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2018023662MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Trata-se de uma técnica simples de desencadear um estado de relaxamento profundo de corpo e mente. À medida que a mente se aquieta e permanece desperta você vai se beneficiar de um estado de consciência mais profundo e tranqüilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2018023662MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. Antes de começar, encontre um local silencioso em que não vá ser perturbado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2018023662MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. Sente-se e feche os olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2018023662MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. Concentre-se na respiração, mas inspire e expire normalmente. Não tente controlar ou alterar a respiração deliberadamente. Apenas observe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2018023662MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ao observar a respiração, vai ver que ela muda. Haverá variações na velocidade, no ritmo e na profundidade, e pode ser que ela pare por um momento. Não tente provocar nenhuma alteração. Novamente, apenas observe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2018023662MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pode ser que você se desconcentre de vez em quando, pensando em outras coisas ou prestando atenção aos ruídos externos. Se isso acontecer, desvie a atenção para a respiração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2018023662MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se durante a meditação você perceber que está se concentrando em algum sentimento ou expectativa, simplesmente volte a prestar atenção na respiração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2018023662MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pratique esta técnica durante quinze minutos. Ao final, mantenha os olhos fechados e permaneça relaxado por dois ou três minutos. Saia do estado de meditação gradualmente, abra os olhos e assuma sua rotina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2018023662MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sugiro a prática da meditação atenciosa duas vezes ao dia, de manhã e no final da tarde. Se estiver irritado ou agitado, pode praticá-la por alguns minutos no meio do dia para recuperar o eixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2018023662MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Na prática da meditação você vai por uma de três experiências. Mas deve resistir à tentação de avaliar a experiência ou sua capacidade de seguir as instruções, porque as três reações são “corretas”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2018023662MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Você pode se sentir entediado ou inquieto, e a mente vai se encher de pensamentos. Isso significa que emoções profundas estão sendo liberadas. Se relaxar e continuar a meditar, vai eliminar essas influências do corpo e da mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2018023662MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Você pode cair no sono. Se isso acontecer durante a meditação, é sinal de que você anda precisando de mais horas de descanso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2018023662MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Você pode entrar no intervalo dos pensamentos… além do som e da respiração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2018023662MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se descansar o suficiente, mantiver a boa saúde e devotar-se todos os dias à meditação, você vai conseguir um contato significativo com o self. Vai poder se comunicar com a mente cósmica, a voz que fala sem palavras e que está sempre presente nos intervalos entre um pensamento e outro. Essa é a sua inteligência superior ilimitada, seu gênio supremo e verdadeiro, que, por sua vez, reflete a sabedoria do universo. Tudo estará a seu alcance se confiar na sabedoria interior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2018023662MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Deepak Chopra&lt;br /&gt;Do livro Saúde Perfeita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2018023662MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2018023662MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ATIVE O SEU DNA &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uc57hzPQk7k/TnjwLSv0nCI/AAAAAAAABTY/-IIe98DjH6I/s1600/9set201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uc57hzPQk7k/TnjwLSv0nCI/AAAAAAAABTY/-IIe98DjH6I/s400/9set201.jpg" width="311px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;A meditação, os sons sagrados, os óleos essenciais terapêuticos e os cristais são ferramentas que nos ajudam a elevar a nossa frequência. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38567050-2565336241529526228?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/2565336241529526228/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=2565336241529526228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/2565336241529526228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/2565336241529526228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/09/hoje-e-o-dia-da-paz-apesar-de-tantas.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uc57hzPQk7k/TnjwLSv0nCI/AAAAAAAABTY/-IIe98DjH6I/s72-c/9set201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-8693081401936868170</id><published>2011-09-20T11:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T17:03:57.337-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;DICA DA BLOGUEIRA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Gatas garotas que são blogueiras, nunca revelem o link de seu blog ao caboclo que você está a fim. Mesmo que você ache que está tudo acabado. Porque tudo muda e aí você esquece que cometeu essa insanidade. E o blog é o lugar onde a gente desabafa. Sendo que o homem não expõe seus sentimentos. Eles&amp;nbsp;disfarçam bem&amp;nbsp;e nós só podemos contar com o que eles nos falam, que pode ser verdade ou não. Já é difícil entender, adivinhar....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Super cansativo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;E a gente ainda dando bobeira, falando tudinho, facilitando a vida deles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NÃO FAÇAM ESSA BESTEIRA!&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/38567050-8693081401936868170?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/8693081401936868170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=8693081401936868170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/8693081401936868170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/8693081401936868170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/09/dica-da-blogueira-gatas-garotas-que-sao.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-1332820014537951351</id><published>2011-09-19T09:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T16:56:02.364-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A Martha é genial. E eu aqui querendo acertar...Sendo tão exigente...Que tolinha rsrs! Se eu aceito um mundo errado, longe de ser perfeito, o mundo também tem que me aceitar... VALEU MUNDO, ABRAÇÃO rsrs, eu sou assim mesmo...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;E NEM ESTOU MAIS A FIM DE PASSAR RECIBO...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pudim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Não há nada que me deixe mais frustrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;do que pedir Pudim de sobremesa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;contar os minutos até ele chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;e aí ver o garçom colocar na minha frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;um pedacinho minúsculo do meu pudim preferido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Um só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Quanto mais sofisticado o restaurante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Menor a porção da sobremesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Aí a vontade que dá é de passar numa loja de conveniência,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;comprar um pudim bem cremoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;e saborear em casa com direito a repetir quantas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;vezes a gente quiser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;sem pensar em calorias, boas maneiras ou moderação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;O PUDIM é só um exemplo do que tem sido nosso cotidiano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A vida anda cheia de meias porções,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;de prazeres meia-boca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;de aventuras pela metade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A gente sai pra jantar, mas come pouco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Vai à festa de casamento, mas resiste aos bombons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Conquista a chamada liberdade sexual,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;mas tem que fingir que é difícil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;(a imensa maioria das mulheres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;continua com pavor de ser rotulada de ‘fácil’).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Adora tomar um banho demorado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;mas se contém pra não desperdiçar os recursos do planeta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Quer beijar aquele cara 20 anos mais novo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;mas tem medo de fazer papel ridícula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Tem vontade de ficar em casa vendo um DVD,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;esparramada no sofá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;mas se obriga a ir malhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;E por aí vai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Tantos deveres, tanta preocupação em ‘acertar’,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;tanto empenho em passar na vida sem pegar recuperação…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Aí a vida vai ficando sem tempero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;politicamente correta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;e existencialmente sem-graça,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;enquanto a gente vai ficando melancolicamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;sem tesão…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Às vezes dá vontade de fazer tudo ‘errado’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Deixar de lado a régua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;o compasso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;a bússola,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;a balança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;e os 10 mandamentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Ser ridícula, inadequada, incoerente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;e não estar nem aí pro que dizem e o que pensam a nosso respeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Recusar prazeres incompletos e meias porções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Até Santo Agostinho, que foi santo, uma vez se rebelou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;e disse uma frase mais ou menos assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;‘Deus, dai-me continência e castidade, mas não agora’…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Nós, que não aspiramos à santidade e estamos aqui de passagem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;podemos (devemos?) desejar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;vários pedaços de pudim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;bombons de muitos sabores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;vários beijos bem dados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;a água batendo sem pressa no corpo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;o coração saciado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Um dia a gente cria juízo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Um dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Não tem que ser agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Por isso, garçom, por favor, me traga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;um pudim inteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;um sofá pra eu ver 10 episódios do ‘Law and Order’,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;uma caixa de trufas bem macias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;e o Richard Gere, nu, embrulhado pra presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;OK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Não necessariamente nessa ordem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Depois a gente vê como é que faz pra consertar o estrago . . .&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/38567050-1332820014537951351?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/1332820014537951351/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Cada um é o senhor de suas escolhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu escolho ser transparente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;E quem mais é? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Certa ou errada, estou tentando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas eu quero muito acertar...&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/38567050-1122391402526137170?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/1122391402526137170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=1122391402526137170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/1122391402526137170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/1122391402526137170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/09/nao-quero-nada-meia-boca-na-minha-vida.html' 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sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ainda&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1781269443Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1781269443Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sinto ainda uma tola saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1781269443Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Das suas palavras doces, fáceis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1781269443Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Poderiam sim ser de verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1781269443Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas voaram no vento, tão frágeis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1781269443Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1781269443Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E longe de mim você ficou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1781269443Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Destino, nem acredito mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1781269443Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;No coração nada aquietou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1781269443Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não sei esquecer, jamais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1781269443Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1781269443Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sempre paro, fujo, declino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1781269443Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A vida me fez assim, entretanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1781269443Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O pensamento em você não domino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1781269443Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Aqui, te querendo, te esperando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1781269443Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1781269443Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Amor e se então você viesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1781269443Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Me falar, me chamar agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1781269443Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Faria tudo que eu pudesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1781269443Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Para não mais ir embora&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/38567050-4305377817101977076?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/4305377817101977076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=4305377817101977076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/4305377817101977076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/4305377817101977076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j6-DD-NPmQs/Tm0kIwj1xaI/AAAAAAAABTQ/c5i6VZMR82A/s320/jesus-cruz-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;ME AMPARA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;ME FORTALECE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38567050-4488965244157661502?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/4488965244157661502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-6257419949836278225</id><published>2011-09-10T09:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T09:29:00.089-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AWUayKqPkRY/Tmo_ALNj7rI/AAAAAAAABTI/AgHESt9sr_w/s1600/elo_quebrado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AWUayKqPkRY/Tmo_ALNj7rI/AAAAAAAABTI/AgHESt9sr_w/s400/elo_quebrado.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu até queria acreditar, mas acho que não consigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/38567050-6257419949836278225?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/6257419949836278225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=6257419949836278225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/6257419949836278225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/6257419949836278225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/09/eu-ate-queria-acreditar-mas-acho-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AWUayKqPkRY/Tmo_ALNj7rI/AAAAAAAABTI/AgHESt9sr_w/s72-c/elo_quebrado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-7549054199283220203</id><published>2011-09-09T13:10:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T20:30:55.184-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O Homem Pamonha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As frutas continuam fazendo sucesso. São mulheres gostosonas, de tamanhos avantajados e forte apelo sexual. O público masculino gosta, isso é fato. Para alguns talvez elas não sejam o tipo de namorada ideal, mas com certeza, agradam bastante e são objetos de puro desejo.É a sexualidade vulgar, com poucos critérios, exposta a qualquer preço na hora da xepa. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Já as moças, de família ou não, estão cada vez mais poderosas, senhoras de si e de suas escolhas. Não fazem mais papéis de vítimas e indefesas, são mocinhas e até vilãs, com personalidade forte. E eles estão tendo dificuldade em lidar com elas, que sabem o que querem da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;É por isso que os homens pamonhas estão em alta no mercado. Qual a mulher que não se derrete com aquele cara que faz cara de "sei lá entende" para não brigar, que não faz joguinho, que faz carinho ao invés de ignorar e maltratar e ainda, que sabe a hora de falar e calar ? O Homem Pamonha é mesmo uma delícia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Os machos inteligentes tem consciência de que não adianta discutir. Para que contrariar uma mulher em ataque de fúria, com ou sem razão, se daqui a pouco ela vai esquecer e tudo vai passar? Os sábios tolinhos acham até bonitinho, afinal, ser brava é um charminho. E se as mulheres são sensíveis e se aborrecem mais facilmente, alguém precisa fazê-las entender que a vida não deve ser levada tão a sério.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Então, se o perfil do antigo sexo frágil se modificou tanto, surge aí a necessidade de que eles mudem também. Porque as pessoas precisam se completar. Ou seja, as diferentes personalidades se complementam, um busca no outro aquilo que lhe falta. Para cada moça espevitada deve haver um fofo inteligente, bonzinho, tranquilão e paciente, com senso de humor e de coração mole e quente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;É difícil resistir aos poderes do Homem Pamonha. Quem pensa que ele é panaca ou bobalhão está totalmente enganado. Ele sabe se impor quando necessário e não se deixa ser mandado. Não é uma banana!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Este sim é esperto e sabe como tratar uma mulher. Ganha o amor delas e tudo mais, só no talento.&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/38567050-7549054199283220203?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/7549054199283220203/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=7549054199283220203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/7549054199283220203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/7549054199283220203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-homem-pamonha-iguaria-sem-igual-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-1698600217297671359</id><published>2011-09-07T21:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T21:00:21.257-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/k5RTPk2IN68" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Um cara como o Professor Schuester só existe nos filmes e na TV. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Glee é um seriado só para adolescentes??? Eu gosto.&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/38567050-1698600217297671359?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/1698600217297671359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=1698600217297671359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/1698600217297671359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/1698600217297671359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/09/um-cara-como-o-professor-schuester-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/k5RTPk2IN68/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-2196843695111929476</id><published>2011-09-06T07:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T07:06:00.081-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-614ba8799b3530da" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D614ba8799b3530da%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331658504%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D119DF4A1694FC25B9AAD693038B6B017FD3E46E7.1C6B7D856A4BBFE870BFFE2D0956B6106589FF03%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D614ba8799b3530da%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBg6j4lPsa8QeD1rhOM4Ew9BcP3s&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D614ba8799b3530da%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331658504%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D119DF4A1694FC25B9AAD693038B6B017FD3E46E7.1C6B7D856A4BBFE870BFFE2D0956B6106589FF03%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D614ba8799b3530da%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBg6j4lPsa8QeD1rhOM4Ew9BcP3s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Gato baiano saindo para caçar ratos... Rsrsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/38567050-2196843695111929476?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/2196843695111929476/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=2196843695111929476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/2196843695111929476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/2196843695111929476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/08/gato-baiano-saindo-para-cacar-ratos.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-5512858309800646308</id><published>2011-09-05T17:28:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T08:05:04.925-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nós mulheres geralmente nos empolgamos com mais facilidade que os homens. Não por romantismo, carência, ingenuidade. Talvez porque, ao contrário deles,&amp;nbsp;queremos vínculos. Às vezes o tempo passa e descobrimos que era só fogo de palha. Mas mesmo assim a gente se empolga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Li este texto na internet e estou postando aqui no blog, como serviço de utilidade para as mulheres, indicado a todas as solteiras que vez ou outra, correm o risco de se envolver e se enganar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É muito simples: quando o homem está a fim ele corre atrás, demonstra, liga, manda mensagem. Se ele não se manifestar, ESQUEÇA. Ou pelo menos, tente esquecer. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Algumas de nós, quando se interessam por alguém, não conseguem enxergar os fatos com clareza, como realmente são. Na dúvida, valorize-se! Porque a gente só merece quem nos dá muito valor. Se você não tem certeza se o carinha está mesmo a fim de você, confira o texto abaixo, que vai direto ao ponto. Não tem como errar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como saber quando alguém está ou não a fim de você!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bem, de verdade mesmo, quando o intuito é saber o que uma pessoa está sentindo, o modo mais seguro e simples seria o óbvio ululante: perguntando para ela! Entretanto, considerando que nem todos conseguem ser tão diretos e sinceros – seja para perguntar ou para responder – especialmente quando o assunto é sentimento ou desejo, esta pode não ser a forma mais eficiente. Sim, é difícil ser óbvio, na maioria das vezes. E talvez seja por isso que os relacionamentos nos desafiem tanto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Portanto, se você não pretende perguntar, ou ainda, se já perguntou, mas a resposta obtida não te convenceu, sugiro que lance mão de duas ferramentas próprias também bastante eficientes: a observação e a intuição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A observação servirá para você diferenciar as atitudes de quem está a fim e de quem não está, seja de você ou de qualquer outra pessoa. E a intuição servirá para você se dar conta do que acontece ao seu redor e que nem sempre é tão evidente. A intuição é uma espécie de linguagem do coração: nos dá respostas que as palavras, muitas vezes, não conseguem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Entretanto, penso que mais fácil do que identificar as ações de alguém que não está a fim de você, seja constatar as ações de quem está a fim. Lembre-se de que gostar de alguém não tem a ver somente com palavras, mas principalmente com atitudes. Afinal, não basta sentir, é preciso agir de modo coerente com tais sentimentos. Então, fique de olho nessas dicas de como se comporta alguém que está a fim de você:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Quem está a fim, demonstra interesse, quer saber da sua vida, do seu dia, dos seus planos e desejos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Quem está a fim, quer te ver, quer marcar um café, um cinema, uma balada ou um simples “esbarrão” onde seus caminhos se cruzam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Quem está a fim, liga, manda mensagem, torpedo, carta, sinal de fumaça, qualquer coisa... mas não desaparece!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Quem está a fim, cumpre o que promete. E quando não pode cumprir, se justifica, se explica, pede desculpas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Quem está a fim, não vive inventando desculpas duvidosas ou esfarrapadas para os recorrentes sumiços ou “furos”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Quem está a fim, sente saudades, reclama sua ausência, esforça-se para viabilizar um encontro, nem que tenha de fazer parecer mera “coincidência”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Quem está a fim, dá um jeito de descobrir do que você gosta, porque o que mais quer é te agradar, surpreender, conquistar, seduzir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Quem está a fim, não vai embora só porque vocês discutiram, não desiste de você depois do primeiro obstáculo. Quem está a fim, persiste, insiste, tenta até o fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E por essas e outras, você já pode ter uma noção da diferença entre quem quer e quem não quer estar com você. Eu sei que quando a gente está a fim, quer dar mais uma chance, tentar conquistar, tentar mudar o panorama desfavorável. Ok! Não há nada de errado nisso! No entanto, fique atento para não extrapolar seu próprio limite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Se o outro insiste em dizer ou demonstrar que não quer, que não é a melhor hora, o ideal mesmo, para não se machucar e detonar a sua auto-estima, é amargar alguns dias de rejeição e, em seguida, partir pra outra. Bola pra frente. Não vale a pena ficar investindo toda sua energia numa pessoa que já deixou claro que não tem espaço para você na vida dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E tome bastante cuidado principalmente com aqueles que adoram levar o outro “em banho-maria”. Num dia, são românticos, carinhosos, queridos, apaixonados. No outro, desaparecem ou são grosseiros, frios e te tratam como se você fosse um intruso, insistente e chato. Fuja desse tipo de gente, porque são sinônimos de sofrimento intenso. São enlouquecedores! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Muito pior do que um claro “não”, é um constante “sim-não-sim-não-sim...”. Isso, ninguém merece! É jogo sujo, golpe baixo, covardia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Par Perfeito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dra. Rosana Braga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Consultora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Do24XSrogZU/Tkqw6nxf_3I/AAAAAAAABQ8/7t65d-bTSKY/s1600/pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="342px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Do24XSrogZU/Tkqw6nxf_3I/AAAAAAAABQ8/7t65d-bTSKY/s400/pic.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/38567050-5512858309800646308?l=lu-natica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/feeds/5512858309800646308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38567050&amp;postID=5512858309800646308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/5512858309800646308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38567050/posts/default/5512858309800646308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lu-natica.blogspot.com/2011/09/nos-mulheres-geralmente-nos-empolgamos.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu**nática</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15805745030115803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-torwmORhDIA/TsxLnWzQ1LI/AAAAAAAABdE/JGtw7DR4BRI/s220/36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Do24XSrogZU/Tkqw6nxf_3I/AAAAAAAABQ8/7t65d-bTSKY/s72-c/pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567050.post-3845565256494442326</id><published>2011-09-04T13:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T13:40:00.327-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8o8dNRujbuw/TkqxpPeE0HI/AAAAAAAABRA/8GzKX1MmE-M/s1600/ppl5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8o8dNRujbuw/TkqxpPeE0HI/AAAAAAAABRA/8GzKX1MmE-M/s400/ppl5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Meu mundo é cheiroso, colorido e delicioso... 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