<?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-8534386059629756977</id><updated>2011-08-01T22:59:00.077-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog da Giuliana Carta</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-123567003869734467</id><published>2010-10-03T14:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T14:20:37.032-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desconfie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Não deixe que a saudade sufoque, que a rotina acomode, que o medo impeça de tentar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Desconfie do destino e acredite em você. Gaste mais horas realizando que sonhando, fazendo que planejando, vivendo que esperando, porque, embora quem quase morre esteja vivo, quem quase vive já morreu."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luís Fernando Veríssimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="fr0"&gt;Ah!!! E o mais importante: NÃO FAÇA (POR FAVOR, NÃO FAÇA) &lt;strong&gt;PLANOS&lt;/strong&gt;. VIVA UM DIA DE CADA VEZ. Planos foram feitos para, em 99% dos casos, darem errado.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="fr0"&gt;Beijos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="fr0"&gt;Giu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-123567003869734467?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/123567003869734467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2010/10/desconfie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/123567003869734467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/123567003869734467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2010/10/desconfie.html' title='Desconfie'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-5398984522127443165</id><published>2010-05-04T00:38:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T01:18:50.564-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/S9-dy8H4-xI/AAAAAAAAAXM/XJYLGLou86w/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467261971109313298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/S9-dy8H4-xI/AAAAAAAAAXM/XJYLGLou86w/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Boas. Más. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sábias. Bobas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lindas. Feias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Amáveis. Amargas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Quentes. Frias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Encantadoras.Decepcionantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pessoas. Pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Giuliana Carta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-5398984522127443165?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/5398984522127443165/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2010/05/boas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/5398984522127443165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/5398984522127443165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2010/05/boas.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/S9-dy8H4-xI/AAAAAAAAAXM/XJYLGLou86w/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-3250672001122629189</id><published>2010-03-18T10:39:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T18:40:27.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/S9n8eyuQHSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/wCTQe6EggN0/s1600/ggoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465677228732849442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/S9n8eyuQHSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/wCTQe6EggN0/s400/ggoo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/S9n6MJghGEI/AAAAAAAAAW8/qH256MbPCNE/s1600/nji-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Metade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Que a força do medo que tenho&lt;br /&gt;Não me impeça de ver o que anseio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Que a morte de tudo em que acredito&lt;br /&gt;Não me tape os ouvidos e a boca&lt;br /&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que eu grito&lt;br /&gt;Mas a outra metade é silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Que a música que ouço ao longe&lt;br /&gt;Seja linda ainda que tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Que a mulher que eu amo seja pra sempre amada&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que distante&lt;br /&gt;Porque metade de mim é partida&lt;br /&gt;Mas a outra metade é saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Que as palavras que eu falo&lt;br /&gt;Não sejam ouvidas como prece e nem repetidas com fervor&lt;br /&gt;Apenas respeitadas&lt;br /&gt;Como a única coisa que resta a um homem inundado de sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que ouço&lt;br /&gt;Mas a outra metade é o que calo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Que essa minha vontade de ir embora&lt;br /&gt;Se transforme na calma e na paz que eu mereço&lt;br /&gt;Que essa tensão que me corrói por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Seja um dia recompensada&lt;br /&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que eu penso e a outra metade é um vulcão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Que o medo da solidão se afaste, que o convívio comigo mesmo se torne ao menos suportável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Que o espelho reflita em meu rosto um doce sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Que eu me lembro ter dado na infância&lt;br /&gt;Por que metade de mim é a lembrança do que fui&lt;br /&gt;Mas a outra metade eu não sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Que não seja preciso mais do que uma simples alegria&lt;br /&gt;Pra me fazer aquietar o espírito&lt;br /&gt;E que o teu silêncio me fale cada vez mais&lt;br /&gt;Porque metade de mim é abrigo&lt;br /&gt;Mas a outra metade é cansaço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Que a arte nos aponte uma resposta&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que ela não saiba&lt;br /&gt;E que ninguém a tente complicar&lt;br /&gt;Porque é preciso simplicidade pra fazê-la florescer&lt;br /&gt;Porque metade de mim é a platéia&lt;br /&gt;A outra metade é a canção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;E que a minha loucura seja perdoada&lt;br /&gt;Porque metade de mim é amor&lt;br /&gt;E a outra metade também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Beijos! De volta :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Giu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-3250672001122629189?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/3250672001122629189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2010/03/metade-que-forca-do-medo-que-tenho-nao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/3250672001122629189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/3250672001122629189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2010/03/metade-que-forca-do-medo-que-tenho-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/S9n8eyuQHSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/wCTQe6EggN0/s72-c/ggoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-2238843584909395088</id><published>2010-02-11T11:50:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T12:49:01.543-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/S3QX0zlcfYI/AAAAAAAAAWs/97Uc11zrBQc/s1600-h/mulher+e+ceu+devian+art%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436996846110932354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/S3QX0zlcfYI/AAAAAAAAAWs/97Uc11zrBQc/s400/mulher+e+ceu+devian+art%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há uma mulher que acredita que tudo que reluz é ouro...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... e ela está comprando uma escada para o céu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E quando ela chega no céu, ela descobre que se todas as lojas estiverem fechadas, ela consegue o que está procurando com apenas uma palavra, e ela está comprando uma escada para o céu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há um aviso na parede, mas mesmo assim ela quer ter certeza, afinal palavras podem ter duplo sentido. Em uma árvore, um rouxinol canta a beira do riacho "Às vezes, todos os nossos pensamentos estão errados."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isto me faz pensar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando olho para o oeste, sinto meu espírito chorar por estar partindo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E vejo em meus pensamentos anéis de fumaça atravessando as árvores e as vozes daqueles que só olham, estáticos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isto realmente me faz pensar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E ouço um suspiro dizendo que se cantarmos aquela canção, um flautista nos levará a razão e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; vai nascer um novo dia para os que suportaram bravamente e escutaremos gargalhadas da floresta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se bagunçarem sua horta, não se assuste. É apenas uma limpeza de primavera.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sim, existem dois caminhos que você pode seguir, mas durante a longa travessia sempre há tempo para mudar o caminho que você escolheu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isto me faz pensar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sua cabeça está latejando e não vai parar até você saber que o flautista está te chamando para se juntar a ele.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Querida. Poderia você, ouvir o sopro do vento? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você saberia que no sussurro do vento descansa sua escada para o céu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E conforme contornamos a estrada, nossas sombras se tornam mais altas que nossas almas, e lá caminha uma Senhora iluminada que todos sabemos quem é, e que emite luzes brancas querendo nos mostrar como tudo ainda pode virar ouro!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E se você se concentrar a finalmente a canção chegará aos seus ouvidos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando todos são um e um é tudo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser uma pedra e não rolar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... e ela está comprando uma escada para o céu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-2238843584909395088?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/2238843584909395088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2010/02/ha-uma-mulher-que-acredita-que-tudo-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/2238843584909395088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/2238843584909395088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2010/02/ha-uma-mulher-que-acredita-que-tudo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/S3QX0zlcfYI/AAAAAAAAAWs/97Uc11zrBQc/s72-c/mulher+e+ceu+devian+art%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-7260834109331170295</id><published>2010-02-10T23:22:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T00:01:07.875-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/S3NkMQAlDgI/AAAAAAAAAWk/D2JIOc7bU7g/s1600-h/poesia%2Bo%2Bsil%C3%AAncio%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436799336784924162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/S3NkMQAlDgI/AAAAAAAAAWk/D2JIOc7bU7g/s400/poesia%2Bo%2Bsil%C3%AAncio%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mais uma vez fui conversar com você, e mais uma vez encontrei o silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu sabia que você plantou sementes em mim, só não imaginava como as raízes eram fortes e profundas. Fortes a ponto de me fazer te chamar inúmeras vezes e escutar o som do silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E ninguém me diz as palavras mágicas você dizia, que me traziam paz, que me tiravam do mundo, que faziam um dia chato terminar gostoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Antes de silenciar também, quero que saiba que não existe no mundo alguém como você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"The rest is silence" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Willian Shakespeare)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giuliana.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-7260834109331170295?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/7260834109331170295/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2010/02/mais-uma-vez-fui-conversar-com-voce-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/7260834109331170295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/7260834109331170295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2010/02/mais-uma-vez-fui-conversar-com-voce-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/S3NkMQAlDgI/AAAAAAAAAWk/D2JIOc7bU7g/s72-c/poesia%2Bo%2Bsil%C3%AAncio%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-955596884325818422</id><published>2010-02-05T20:42:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T14:18:37.633-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tudo acontece por um motivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nada é por acaso,  apenas por sorte ou por falta de sorte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amor, raiva, dor, saudade, desprezo, alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Momentos realmente maravilhosos são perdidos por não se saber exatamente o que se quer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vontade de ver, tocar... Mas perceber que tempo demais já se passou e que o melhor é seguir, levando somente as lembranças, com a intenção de esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Acredito que essas decepções acontecem para testar o limite das nossas almas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E depois de um tempo, pode ser que você perceba que estava dormindo, embalado pela segurança que eu te passei, e que o despertador tocou várias vezes, mas você virou para o outro lado, nem ligou para o despertador e continuou a dormir e...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... acordou tarde demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Giuliana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-955596884325818422?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/955596884325818422/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2010/02/tudo-acontece-por-um-motivo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/955596884325818422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/955596884325818422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2010/02/tudo-acontece-por-um-motivo.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-8676089601835024493</id><published>2010-01-19T12:55:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T13:11:42.204-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/S1XLfoRK_VI/AAAAAAAAAWc/2jW0Ylm9Z8g/s1600-h/paz2%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428468670110825810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/S1XLfoRK_VI/AAAAAAAAAWc/2jW0Ylm9Z8g/s400/paz2%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;"...um dia você percebe que a vida é maravilhosa. E vai esquecer, nem que por um segundo, suas dores e seus desejos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;E ainda que saiba que um dia a tristeza voltará e que a tempestade fará mais que apenas refrescar, vai ter força pra ficar em pé, pois terá percebido o quanto viver é perfeito e curioso, e isso lhe dará esperança e maturidade pra esperar o sol nascer novamente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Vai perder alguns, pra aprender a amar os que ficarem. Vai aprender que amar não é só sentir, mas o que você faz pelo que sente e por quem ama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Aí, talvez você cresça tanto que já não caiba mais no mundo em que vivia antes. Aí, quem sabe você esteja caminhando para a perfeição. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E ainda que saiba que nunca chegará lá, vai estar tudo bem, pois já estará trilhando a estrada da felicidade."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Baroni, K.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/8534386059629756977-8676089601835024493?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/8676089601835024493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/8676089601835024493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/8676089601835024493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/S1XLfoRK_VI/AAAAAAAAAWc/2jW0Ylm9Z8g/s72-c/paz2%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-38665470484014901</id><published>2010-01-18T11:02:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T23:51:58.268-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/S1SFi8QZ7_I/AAAAAAAAAWM/Ct-Pe-urT3M/s1600-h/imagesCAXOZGU7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Tenho nas mãos dois caminhos, duas decisões. Mesmo quando tudo parece desabar,cabe a mim decidir, entre rir ou chorar, entre ir ou ficar, entre desistir ou lutar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Se o mar está revolto, posso ficar na praia ou sair para pescar e, talvez,nunca mais voltar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tenho nas minhas mãos o bem e o mal, e entre eles poucos pensamentos. Um diz para fazer sem culpa, o outro pensa, reflete e pede para esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Enquanto o mundo se perde em erros, posso me manter sereno, sem medo, porque tenho a chave da minha vida nas minhas mãos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Então, hoje me sinto mais forte, atravessei os desertos da alma. Amei quem não me amou, deixei de lado quem muito me amava, coisas de afinidade, sentimentos vagos da alma, e atravessei caminhos nem sempre floridos, que deixaram marcas profundas em mim, mas também amei e fui amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Por isso, tenho nas mãos bem mais que a vida, tenho a dúvida e a certeza, a esperança e o medo, o desejo e a apatia, o trabalho e a preguiça, e me dou o direito de errar sem me cobrar e acertar sem me gabar, porque descobri no caminho incerto da vida, que o mais importante é o decidir, e decidi de uma vez por todas ser simplesmente feliz, e esse caminho não tem volta."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-38665470484014901?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/38665470484014901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2010/01/ola.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/38665470484014901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/38665470484014901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2010/01/ola.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-2176898369134325639</id><published>2010-01-13T22:09:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:40:44.755-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/S05lKLYDgVI/AAAAAAAAAV8/TXlb4W1Xbk8/s1600-h/tn_311_600_Dr-Zilda-segura--yanomami-RR%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426385826554806610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/S05lKLYDgVI/AAAAAAAAAV8/TXlb4W1Xbk8/s400/tn_311_600_Dr-Zilda-segura--yanomami-RR%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje meu post é em homenagem a uma nobre mulher, Zilda Arns, que partiu ontem durante o terremoto no Haiti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zilda era médica, mãe, avó e acima de tudo, uma GRANDE MULHER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zilda arregaçou as mangas, como de costume, e fundou a Pastoral da Criança, mesmo não sabendo se daria certo, ela ACREDITOU e quando Deus a chamou ela estava em missão como coordenadora internacional da Pastoral da Criança que tem mais de 260 mil voluntários e presta atendimento a 2 milhões de gestantes e crianças com menos de seis anos, além de 1,4 milhão de famílias que vivem com dificuldade extrema, em 4.063 municípios no Brasil. Ela também fundou, a pedido da CNBB a Pastoral da Pessoa Idosa que tem 129 mil voluntários e acompanha 129 mil idosos no Brasil.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zilda transmitia FÉ e FORÇA nas horas que estávamos já sem muita esperança. Ela foi e será para sempre um exemplo de que quando se sonha com vontade, esse sonho pode se tornar realidade. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que Deus a receba de braços abertos! Hoje o céu ganhou mais um anjo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me despeço com uma frase que ela sempre dizia: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Nunca se pode complicar o que pode ser feito de maneira simples" Zilda Arns.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Giuliana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-2176898369134325639?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/2176898369134325639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2010/01/hoje-meu-post-e-em-homenagem-uma-nobre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/2176898369134325639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/2176898369134325639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2010/01/hoje-meu-post-e-em-homenagem-uma-nobre.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/S05lKLYDgVI/AAAAAAAAAV8/TXlb4W1Xbk8/s72-c/tn_311_600_Dr-Zilda-segura--yanomami-RR%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-2657955752864746829</id><published>2010-01-12T23:26:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T11:16:35.765-02:00</updated><title type='text'>É tão demais que sobra...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/S00k7y2mMwI/AAAAAAAAAV0/mbCw1KtYucs/s1600-h/ANG.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426033735732966146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/S00k7y2mMwI/AAAAAAAAAV0/mbCw1KtYucs/s400/ANG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;E um dia você descobre que aquela pessoa era "DEMAIS"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;E nesse dia você se toca que se é "DEMAIS", está &lt;strong&gt;sobrando&lt;/strong&gt; e se está sobrando é porquê já chega. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Esse é o grande problema de quem é "DEMAIS": quem é DEMAIS, SOBRA e a sobra pode ser a gota d'água que estava faltando para você desistir do "DEMAIS".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nem sempre é bom ser "DEMAIS". Não é bom ter alguém que seja "DEMAIS" ao seu lado. Pessoas "DEMAIS" são cansativas. "Seres humanos que se acham DEMAIS" são sempre os mais espertos, os mais lindos, os que enganam todo mundo, os mais imaturos e bobos, e os seres humanos "DEMAIS" só precisam de você quando lhes é conveniente, afinal, eles são "DEMAIS".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Como eles vão sair ao seu lado se o mundo sabe que eles são "DEMAIS" e não precisam de ninguém? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Como eles abrirão mão de fazer aquele monte de bobagens fúteis que gente "DEMAIS" faz para ficar com você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Acredito que o risco de ser "DEMAIS" é que o gosto de "sobrar" pode ser amargo, e que ser deixado pra trás pode doer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu decidi que chega de gente "DEMAIS" na minha vida. Eu desejo pra mim o suficiente, só e somente só o suficiente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Pense nisso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Beijos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Giuliana.&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/8534386059629756977-2657955752864746829?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/2657955752864746829/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2010/01/e-tao-demais-que-sobra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/2657955752864746829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/2657955752864746829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2010/01/e-tao-demais-que-sobra.html' title='É tão demais que sobra...'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/S00k7y2mMwI/AAAAAAAAAV0/mbCw1KtYucs/s72-c/ANG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-1458871487387144399</id><published>2010-01-10T23:43:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T11:06:08.652-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Então decidi voltar pra casa!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;E mesmo voltando pelo meu caminho, senti meu caminho diferente. E assim, depois de alguns passos, entendi que a diferença estava em mim e não no caminho e que o caminho sempre foi e sempre será o mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mudando, eu aprendi que não posso ocupar um lugar que não é meu, que palavras não satisfazem desejos nem suprem faltas, que uma atitude ousada pode ser muito boa, que a falta de atitude é grave, que ninguém é feliz sozinho... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bem pertinho de casa entendi que as pessoas que conheci no caminho se dividem em dois grupos: aquelas que permanecerão e as que pereceram. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Na porta de casa parei e lembrei de tudo: do bom e do menos bom, do alegre e do menos alegre, do sincero, do honesto, do dissimulado, do bonito e do lindo, do feio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;... e decidi levar para dentro da "minha casa" somente os que me PRESENTEARAM COM MAIS: mais amor, mais alegria, mais atenção, mais carinho e também aqueles que me ensinaram com suas carências, seus problemas, mas que são pessoas do bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enfim. Pessoas que me presentearam com a verdade e não com uma "embalagem colorida" vísível somente aos olhos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"O essencial é invisível aos olhos. Eis o meu segredo: só se vê bem com o coração. O essencial é invisível aos olhos. Os homens esqueceram essa verdade, mas tu não a deves esquecer. Tu te tornas eternamente responsável por aquilo que cativas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Antoine de Saint-Exupéry)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pense nisso! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Beijos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Giuliana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-1458871487387144399?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/1458871487387144399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2010/01/entao-decidi-voltar-pra-casa-e-mesmo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/1458871487387144399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/1458871487387144399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2010/01/entao-decidi-voltar-pra-casa-e-mesmo.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-6449818724746648768</id><published>2010-01-01T13:27:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T13:31:50.307-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Nós abriremos o livro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Suas páginas estão em branco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nós vamos pôr palavras nele. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;O livro chama-se &lt;strong&gt;Oportunidade&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;e seu primeiro capítulo é o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dia de ano novo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Edith Lovejoy Pierce)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Beijos! Feliz ano novo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Giuliana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-6449818724746648768?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/6449818724746648768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2010/01/nos-abriremos-o-livro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/6449818724746648768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/6449818724746648768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2010/01/nos-abriremos-o-livro.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-2773540076656037756</id><published>2009-12-30T16:28:00.010-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T18:26:37.328-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Szu12dz5FCI/AAAAAAAAAVs/c5D87J5avps/s1600-h/mar20e20lua%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421126523790365730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Szu12dz5FCI/AAAAAAAAAVs/c5D87J5avps/s400/mar20e20lua%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Posso te falar dos sonhos, das flores, de como a cidade mudou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posso te falar do medo do meu desejo, do meu amor...&lt;br /&gt;Posso falar da tarde que cai e aos poucos deixa ver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;No céu a Lua que um dia eu te dei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gosto de fechar os olhos, fugir no tempo, de me perder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posso até perder a hora mas sei que já passou das seis...&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não há no mundo quem possa te dizer que não é tua a Lua que eu te dei...&lt;br /&gt;Pra brilhar, por onde você for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me queira bem, FELIZ ANO NOVO, meu amor."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah! Pule as ondinhas! ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Giuliana.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-2773540076656037756?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/2773540076656037756/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/12/posso-te-falar-dos-sonhos-das-flores-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/2773540076656037756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/2773540076656037756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/12/posso-te-falar-dos-sonhos-das-flores-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Szu12dz5FCI/AAAAAAAAAVs/c5D87J5avps/s72-c/mar20e20lua%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-512758341795933403</id><published>2009-12-26T14:41:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T23:20:34.178-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sza0VQEm0JI/AAAAAAAAAVk/LMs_LBYHXBY/s1600-h/para+corteork-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 181px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419717478771511442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sza0VQEm0JI/AAAAAAAAAVk/LMs_LBYHXBY/s400/para+corteork-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Olá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;É fato que 2009 está chegando ao fim e que 2010 vem aí novinho em folha. Se em 2009 algumas coisas não foram perfeitas, em 2010 serão.&lt;br /&gt;Espero por 2010 como faço na praia, nas noites de verão: espero confiante por um amanhecer com muito sol, para curtir o mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que em 2010 as alegrias nos surpreendam como uma chuva de verão!&lt;br /&gt;Que nossa saúde tenha a mesma força de uma rocha.&lt;br /&gt;Que ao deitarmos em nosso travesseiros, os anjos nos abençoem com canções até adormecermos.&lt;br /&gt;Que nossa estrelinha brilhe muito.&lt;br /&gt;Que nosso amor pelo próximo aumente cada vez mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que cuidemos dos nossos animais e do nosso planeta da melhor maneira e com muito carinho.&lt;br /&gt;Que tenhamos paciência e tolerância com aqueles que muitas vezes nos tiram do sério e nos decepcionam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aos que já encontraram seu amor, desejo mais amor ainda, união, confiança e alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Para os que ainda esperam pelo amor, assim como eu, peço a Deus que nos mostre o quanto antes uma pessoa especial e que o sentimento seja mútuo.&lt;br /&gt;Também aproveito para pedir pelos que sofrem sozinhos, pelos que choram sem ter alguém para enxugar suas lágrimas, pelos que passam qualquer tipo de necessidade, pelos povos em guerra, para que encontrem a solução para seus conflitos.&lt;br /&gt;Se esqueci de alguém , Senhor, tome conta dele para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Para terminar, quero agradecer a Deus pelas pessoas maravilhosas que passaram a fazer parte de mim em 2009 e por todas as vitórias que, sem Sua Divina ajuda, jamais aconteceriam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Muito obrigada Senhor! Muito obrigada à minha linda família e aos meus amados amigos.&lt;br /&gt;2010 é nosso!&lt;br /&gt;Beijos.&lt;br /&gt;Giuliana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-512758341795933403?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/512758341795933403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/12/ola-e-fato-que-2009-esta-chegando-ao.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/512758341795933403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/512758341795933403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/12/ola-e-fato-que-2009-esta-chegando-ao.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sza0VQEm0JI/AAAAAAAAAVk/LMs_LBYHXBY/s72-c/para+corteork-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-5305942374537619746</id><published>2009-12-26T00:21:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T00:22:49.421-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olá!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desejo para todos vocês feliz natal e que 2010 seja maravilhoso desde o primeiro segundo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giuliana.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-5305942374537619746?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/5305942374537619746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/12/ola-desejo-para-todos-voces-feliz-natal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/5305942374537619746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/5305942374537619746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/12/ola-desejo-para-todos-voces-feliz-natal.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-5827114327224239526</id><published>2009-12-20T22:56:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T00:46:13.965-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sy7hLtWPL-I/AAAAAAAAAVM/eN5Co8I7zyY/s1600-h/nji.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417514993040961506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sy7hLtWPL-I/AAAAAAAAAVM/eN5Co8I7zyY/s400/nji.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem é você? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que me alegra.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem sou eu pra ficar triste?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E você? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como você consegue fazer meu coração bater mais forte e depois eu me sinto sem vida?&lt;br /&gt;E eu? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem sou eu para me sentir esgotada? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E onde, aonde eu vou para me sentir bem? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por que? Por que você? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seria uma virtude continuar tentando?&lt;br /&gt;E você? E eu?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu só sei que se eu pudesse alcançar as estrelas, uma seria sua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se eu pudesse mandar no tempo, colocaria muito sol na sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se eu descobrisse um jeito, te mostraria que o amor é bom e faz bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah, se eu pudesse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giuliana.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-5827114327224239526?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/5827114327224239526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/12/quem-e-voce-que-me-alegra-para-em.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/5827114327224239526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/5827114327224239526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/12/quem-e-voce-que-me-alegra-para-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sy7hLtWPL-I/AAAAAAAAAVM/eN5Co8I7zyY/s72-c/nji.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-1587701752848934627</id><published>2009-12-17T13:11:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T15:16:45.162-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sypl5BCk5MI/AAAAAAAAAU0/_g15mF-TB4Q/s1600-h/erty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416253532072633538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sypl5BCk5MI/AAAAAAAAAU0/_g15mF-TB4Q/s400/erty.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;É bom olhar para trás e pensar que tudo valeu a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que cada lagrima não foi desperdiçada, que meus tombos serviram para que eu ficasse mais forte ao levantar, que todos os amores e desamores me fizeram crescer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hoje procuro acreditar que o melhor está por vir, que viver é o "aqui" e o "agora", e lá pra frente eu vejo o depois. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ao meu lado eu quero as pessoas que realmente importam pra mim e se importam comigo, chova ou faça sol quero felicidade, f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;elicidade em coisas simples, coisas do dia-a-dia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Enfim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Muitas vezes é preciso mudar o rumo, não dar importância à quem não faz por merecer, não tratar como prioridade quem te trata como opção e amar muito, muito mesmo quem te ama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pense nisso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Beijos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Giuliana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-1587701752848934627?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/1587701752848934627/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-bom-olhar-para-tras-e-pensar-que-tudo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/1587701752848934627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/1587701752848934627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-bom-olhar-para-tras-e-pensar-que-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sypl5BCk5MI/AAAAAAAAAU0/_g15mF-TB4Q/s72-c/erty.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-393937787351014756</id><published>2009-12-15T11:46:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T12:06:30.810-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você já reparou como é curioso um laço?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma fita dando voltas? Se enrosca… Mas não se embola , vira, revira, circula e pronto: está dado o laço.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É assim que é o abraço: coração com coração, tudo isso cercado de braço.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É assim que é o laço: um laço no presente, no cabelo, no vestido, em qualquer lugar que se precise enfeitar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E quando a gente puxa uma ponta, o que é que acontece? Vai escorregando devagarinho, desmancha, desfaz se o laço. Solta o presente, o cabelo, fica solto no vestido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E na fita, que curioso, não faltou nem um pedaço.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah! Então é assim o amor, a amizade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo que é sentimento? Como um pedaço de fita ? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enrosca, segura um pouquinho, mas pode se desfazer a qualquer hora, deixando livre as duas bandas do laço.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por isso é que se diz: laço afetivo, laço de amizade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E quando alguém briga, então se diz – romperam-se os laços. -E saem as duas partes, igual os pedaços de fita, sem perder nenhum pedaço.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então o amor é isso… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não prende, não escraviza, não aperta, não sufoca. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque quando vira nó, já deixou de ser um laço!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-393937787351014756?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/393937787351014756/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/12/voce-ja-reparou-como-e-curioso-um-laco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/393937787351014756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/393937787351014756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/12/voce-ja-reparou-como-e-curioso-um-laco.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-3909275584391285677</id><published>2009-12-14T23:47:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T23:50:15.861-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então decidi voltar pra casa!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E mesmo voltando pelo meu caminho, senti meu caminho diferente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E assim, depois de alguns passos, entendi que a diferença estava em mim e não no caminho e &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que o caminho sempre foi e sempre será o mesmo. Fui eu que mudei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mudando, eu aprendi q&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ue não posso ocupar um lugar que não é meu, q&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ue palavras não satisfazem desejos nem suprem faltas, q&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ue uma atitude ousada pode ser muito boa, que a falta de atitude é grave, que ninguém é feliz sozinho...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem pertinho de casa entendi q&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ue as pessoas que conheci no caminho se dividem em dois grupos: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aquelas que permanecerão e as que pereceram.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na porta de casa parei e lembrei de tudo: do bom e do menos bom, do alegre e do menos alegre, do sincero, do honesto, dos dissimulados, dos bonitos e dos lindos, dos feios e decidi levar lá para dentro da minha casa somente os que me PRESENTEARAM COM MAIS: mais amor, mais alegria, mais atenção, mais carinho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enfim. Pessoas que me presentearam com a verdade e não com uma "embalagem colorida" vísível somente aos olhos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O essencial é invisível aos olhos. Eis o meu segredo: só se vê bem com o coração. O essencial é invisível aos olhos. Os homens esqueceram essa verdade, mas tu não a deves esquecer. Tu te tornas eternamente responsável por aquilo que cativas." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Antoine de Saint-Exupéry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pense nisso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Beijos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Giuliana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-3909275584391285677?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/3909275584391285677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/12/entao-decidi-voltar-para-casa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/3909275584391285677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/3909275584391285677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/12/entao-decidi-voltar-para-casa.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-1486674302548551751</id><published>2009-12-11T12:58:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T14:02:46.130-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SyJkwSpLJKI/AAAAAAAAAUs/EIDFu9zTX4A/s1600-h/arvore_de_natal-5593%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 394px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414000482853790882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SyJkwSpLJKI/AAAAAAAAAUs/EIDFu9zTX4A/s400/arvore_de_natal-5593%5B1%5D.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aos amigos do terceiro período, com muito carinho e gratidão pelos nossos momentos maravilhosos e pelo sentimento verdadeiro. Vocês são a melhor "turma", jamais esquecerei de vocês! Faço das do Ivo minhas palavras pra contar o que eu quero neste Natal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;" Quisera Senhor, neste Natal, armar uma árvore dentro de meu coração e nela pendurar, além de estrelas&lt;/span&gt;, os nomes de todos o s meus amigos:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-os amigos de longe e de perto;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-os antigos e os mais recentes;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-os que vejo a cada dia e os que raramente encontro;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-os das horas difíceis e os das horas mais alegres;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-os que, sem querer, eu magoei ou, sem querer me magoaram;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-os que me devem e aqueles a quem muito devo;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-meus amigos humildes e meus amigos importantes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma árvore de raízes muito profundas para que seus nomes nunca sejam arrancados do meu coração; de ramos muito extensos para que novos nomes, vindos de todas as partes, venham juntar-se aos existentes; uma árvore de sombra muito agradável, para que nossa amizade seja um momento de repouso nas lutas da vida."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O maior presente que recebi de vocês foi a oportunidade de ser apenas uma conhecida, mas tratada como amiga. E como amiga, vocês me trataram como irmã.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muito obrigada por tudo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giuliana Carta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-1486674302548551751?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/1486674302548551751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/12/aos-amigos-do-terceiro-periodo-com.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/1486674302548551751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/1486674302548551751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/12/aos-amigos-do-terceiro-periodo-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SyJkwSpLJKI/AAAAAAAAAUs/EIDFu9zTX4A/s72-c/arvore_de_natal-5593%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-5026537991980505316</id><published>2009-12-09T23:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T00:02:10.428-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Eu gosto do impossível, tenho medo do provável, dou risada do ridículo e choro porque tenho vontade, mas nem sempre tenho motivo. Tenho um sorriso confiante que as vezes não demonstra o tanto de insegurança por trás dele. Sou inconstante e talvez imprevisível. Não gosto de rotina. Eu amo de verdade aqueles pra quem eu digo isso, e me irrito de forma inexplicável quando não botam fé nas minhas palavras. Nem sempre coloco em prática aquilo que eu julgo certo. São poucas as pessoas pra quem eu me explico."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-5026537991980505316?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/5026537991980505316/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/12/eu-gosto-do-impossivel-tenho-medo-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/5026537991980505316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/5026537991980505316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/12/eu-gosto-do-impossivel-tenho-medo-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-6415849928145285154</id><published>2009-12-04T16:40:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T14:05:18.801-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Atitudes podem mudar tudo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Podem tanto construir como destruir. Não dê &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;prioridade pra quem te trata como opção.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Ao se tornar opção, perceba que não é este o lugar no qual você deveria estar. Não existe meio quero, nem meio gosto, ou quer ou não quer, ou gosta ou não gosta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Em algum tempo você entenderá:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Que para congelar o que um dia foi quente, bastam encontros espaçados e frios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Que antes a falta era imensa, hoje só é média e amanhã será pequena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Que dar um basta, muitas vezes, &lt;strong&gt;vale a pena.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Beijos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Giuliana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-6415849928145285154?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/6415849928145285154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/12/atitudes-podem-mudar-tudo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/6415849928145285154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/6415849928145285154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/12/atitudes-podem-mudar-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-2754613952618536894</id><published>2009-12-03T14:23:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:28:07.402-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ESCRITO POR REGINA BRETT, 90 ANOS, CLEVELAND, OHIO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Para celebrar o envelhecer, uma vez eu escrevi 45 lições que a vida me ensinou. É a coluna mais requisitada que eu já escrevi. Meu taxímetro chegou aos 90 em agosto, então, aqui está a coluna, mais uma vez: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. A vida não é justa, mas ainda é boa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. Quando estiver em dúvida, apenas dê o próximo pequeno passo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. A vida é muito curta para perdermos tempo odiando alguém. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. Seu trabalho não vai cuidar de você quando você adoecer. Seus amigos e seus pais vão. Mantenha contato. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. Pague suas faturas de cartão de crédito todo mês. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6. Você não tem que vencer todo argumento. Concorde para discordar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7. Chore com alguém. É mais curador do que chorar sozinho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8. Está tudo bem em ficar bravo com Deus. Ele agüenta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;9. Poupe para a aposentadoria, começando com seu primeiro salário. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10. Quando se trata de chocolate, resistência é em vão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;11. Sele a paz com seu passado, para que ele não estrague seu presente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;12. Está tudo bem em seus filhos te verem chorar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;13. Não compare sua vida com a dos outros. Você não tem idéia do que se trata a jornada deles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;14. Se um relacionamento tem que ser um segredo, você não deveria estar nele. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;15 Tudo pode mudar num piscar de olhos; mas não se preocupe, Deus nunca pisca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;16. Respire bem fundo. Isso acalma a mente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;17. Se desfaça de tudo que não é útil, bonito e prazeroso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;18. O que não te mata, realmente te torna mais forte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;19. Nunca é tarde demais para se ter uma infância feliz. Mas a segunda só depende de você e mais ninguém. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;20. Quando se trata de ir atrás do que você ama na vida, não aceite "não" como resposta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;21. Acenda velas, coloque os lençóis bonitos, use a lingerie elegante. Não guarde para uma ocasião especial. Hoje é especial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;22. Se prepare bastante; depois, se deixe levar pela maré... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;23. Seja excêntrico agora, não espere ficar velho para usar roxo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;24. O órgão sexual mais importante é o cérebro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;25. Ninguém é responsável pela sua felicidade, além de você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;26. Encare cada "chamado" desastre com essas palavras: Em cinco anos, vai importar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;27. Sempre escolha a vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;28. Perdoe tudo de todos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;29. O que outras pessoas pensam de você não é da sua conta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;30. O tempo cura quase tudo. Dê tempo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;31. Indepedentemente de a situação ser boa ou ruim, irá mudar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;32. Não se leve tão a sério. Ninguém mais leva... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;33. Acredite em milagres. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;34. Deus te ama por causa de quem Ele é, não pelo que vc fez ou deixou de fazer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;35. Não faça auditoria de sua vida. Apareça e faça o melhor dela agora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;36. Envelhecer é melhor do que morrer jovem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;37. Seus filhos só têm uma infância. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;38. Tudo o que realmente importa, no final, é que você amou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;39. Vá para a rua todo dia. Milagres estão esperando em todos os lugares.&lt;br /&gt;40. Se todos jogássemos nossos problemas em uma pilha e víssemos os de todo mundo, pegaríamos os nossos de volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;41. Inveja é perda de tempo. Você já tem tudo o que precisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;42. O melhor está por vir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;43. Não importa como vc se sinta, levante, se vista e apareça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;44. Produza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;45. A vida não vem embrulhada em um laço, mas ainda é um presente "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-2754613952618536894?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/2754613952618536894/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/12/escrito-por-regina-brett-90-anos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/2754613952618536894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/2754613952618536894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/12/escrito-por-regina-brett-90-anos.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-6484609420797408111</id><published>2009-12-01T08:16:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T08:33:09.557-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Você tem que cantar como se não precisasse de dinheiro, amar como se você nunca fosse se ferir. Você tem que dançar como se ninguém estivesse olhando. Isso tem que vir do coração, se você quer que dê certo." (Susannah Clark)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-6484609420797408111?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/6484609420797408111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/12/voce-tem-que-cantar-como-se-nao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/6484609420797408111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/6484609420797408111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/12/voce-tem-que-cantar-como-se-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-6934719046883958359</id><published>2009-11-27T10:46:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T11:13:54.592-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sw_OdVBWjmI/AAAAAAAAAUM/xG_5Lc1Z1Rs/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408768680749600354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sw_OdVBWjmI/AAAAAAAAAUM/xG_5Lc1Z1Rs/s400/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vi o mundo revirando em meus lençóis e, mais uma vez, não consigo dormir.&lt;br /&gt;Saio porta afora e subo a rua, olho as estrelas sob os meus pés.&lt;br /&gt;Relembro coisas certas que eu transformei em erradas... e aqui vou eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se liga! Não há lugar onde eu não possa ir.&lt;br /&gt;Minha mente está confusa mas meu coração é forte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dá pra ver?&lt;br /&gt;Perdi a rota que me guiou... e aqui vou eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assim, enviei alguns homens à luta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um voltou de noite, morto.&lt;br /&gt;Esse morto disse que viu meu inimigo e disse que meu inimigo era bem parecido comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Então me magoei... e aqui vou eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não estou pedindo uma segunda chance.&lt;br /&gt;Estou gritando com toda minha voz!&lt;br /&gt;Me dê um motivo mas não me dê escolhas,&lt;br /&gt;Se não eu vou cometer o mesmo erro outra vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E talvez um dia a gente se encontre,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez a gente possa conversar e não somente falar...&lt;br /&gt;Não acredito em promessas porque não há promessas que se cumpram.&lt;br /&gt;E minha consciência me incomoda... e aqui vou eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não estou pedindo uma segunda chance.&lt;br /&gt;Estou gritando com toda minha voz.&lt;br /&gt;Me dê um motivo, mas não me dê escolhas.&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu estou a ponto de cometer o mesmo erro, outra vez.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-6934719046883958359?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/6934719046883958359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/11/vi-o-mundo-revirando-em-meus-lencois-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/6934719046883958359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/6934719046883958359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/11/vi-o-mundo-revirando-em-meus-lencois-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sw_OdVBWjmI/AAAAAAAAAUM/xG_5Lc1Z1Rs/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-1849909774030430940</id><published>2009-11-24T23:19:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T17:16:08.741-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SwyOZTWNyxI/AAAAAAAAAUE/pKG44MbhA1E/s1600/mjbfy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407853817906449170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SwyOZTWNyxI/AAAAAAAAAUE/pKG44MbhA1E/s400/mjbfy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Muitas vezes em nossas vidas andamos por caminhos pelos quais não deveriamos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Isso acontece porquê esquecemos de uma coisinha básica: agindo por impulso ou por comodidade andaremos eternamente em círculos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Saia do círculo! Use a cabeça!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não esqueça de usar também a sua voz, não esqueça de acreditar em você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;À partir do momento que sua voz ecoar, você se fizer escutar e que você acreditar no seu potencial, você vai saber tudo, e saberá muito melhor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Você vai descobrir que uma voz honesta faz mais barulho que uma multidão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mas saiba que se perdermos nossas vozes, se deixarmos de acreditar em nós, o mundo ficará chato demais. Portanto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Vamos falar! Provar que podemos fazer a diferença, e mais, fazer a diferença de uma maneira BONITA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;E para fazer bonito, temos que ter um ingrediente muito importante: a paixão pelo que fazemos e pela vida, coragem e convicção em nós para trilharmos nossos novos caminhos pelo mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;É importante saber que a primeira impressão nem sempre é a certa. Temos sempre que acreditar nas pessoas, mas mais importante do que você ter fé nas pessoas, é ter fé em VOCÊ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;SIM! VOCÊ PODE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Beijos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Giuliana.&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/8534386059629756977-1849909774030430940?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/1849909774030430940/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/11/muitas-vezes-em-nossas-vidas-andamos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/1849909774030430940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/1849909774030430940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/11/muitas-vezes-em-nossas-vidas-andamos.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SwyOZTWNyxI/AAAAAAAAAUE/pKG44MbhA1E/s72-c/mjbfy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-5210633647727707637</id><published>2009-11-24T00:38:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T01:10:25.655-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SwtNa4BE5uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ES8_H0YAgxc/s1600/blogggg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407500901697251042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SwtNa4BE5uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ES8_H0YAgxc/s200/blogggg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Acorde abençoando seu despertador. Agradeça a Deus por mais um dia de vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Olhe para o espelho e diga: EU TE AMO! Tome o banho mais cheiroso do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Prepare especialmente para VOCÊ uma delícia de café da manhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Coloque o sapato que você mais gosta. Tenha a certeza de que hoje é seu dia de sorte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Seja surdo para o mal, c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ego para atitudes feias e mudo para responder ofensas. Memorize elogios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não pense duas vezes antes de dizer à alguém : COMO GOSTO DE VOCÊ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Se alegre por você e pelos outros, abrace seus amigos: celebre a vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;SORRIA! Um sorriso abre os olhos do coração e somente com o coração é que enxergamos com clareza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ontem passou e vai deixar saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hoje o dia é propício para transformar sonho em realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Amanhã talvez fique só na vontade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Os homens não tem mais tempo de conhecer coisa alguma. Compram tudo já pronto nas lojas. Mas como não existem lojas de amigos, os homens não têm mais amigos. Se tu queres um amigo, cativa-me!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  [Trecho do livro "O Pequeno Príncipe"]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tudo de bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Beijo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Giuliana.&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/8534386059629756977-5210633647727707637?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/5210633647727707637/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/11/acorde-abencoando-seu-despertador.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/5210633647727707637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/5210633647727707637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/11/acorde-abencoando-seu-despertador.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SwtNa4BE5uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ES8_H0YAgxc/s72-c/blogggg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-1940888211879989926</id><published>2009-11-22T22:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T22:20:21.488-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Conto com a colaboração de todos vocês!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.apacn.org.br/imagens/banner%20usado.jpg" width="340" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-1940888211879989926?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/1940888211879989926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/11/conto-com-colaboracao-de-todos-voces.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/1940888211879989926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/1940888211879989926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/11/conto-com-colaboracao-de-todos-voces.html' title='Conto com a colaboração de todos vocês!'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-3829429507464291418</id><published>2009-11-21T23:15:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T23:19:22.614-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SwiRR2cbxhI/AAAAAAAAATs/QhGwbY4R3qw/s1600/PLAY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406731088516859410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SwiRR2cbxhI/AAAAAAAAATs/QhGwbY4R3qw/s200/PLAY.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;De tudo ficaram três coisas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;A certeza de que estamos começando; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;A certeza de que é preciso continuar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;A certeza de que podemos ser interrompidos antes de terminar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Façamos da interrupção um caminho novo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Da queda, um passo de dança. Do medo, uma escada. Do sonho, uma ponte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Da procura, um encontro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Beijos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Giuliana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-3829429507464291418?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/3829429507464291418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/11/de-tudo-ficaram-tres-coisas-certeza-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/3829429507464291418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/3829429507464291418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/11/de-tudo-ficaram-tres-coisas-certeza-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SwiRR2cbxhI/AAAAAAAAATs/QhGwbY4R3qw/s72-c/PLAY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-4323366198780322599</id><published>2009-11-20T11:38:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T12:11:34.983-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SwajUuN4ykI/AAAAAAAAATk/KDCGDsRNYI8/s1600/dodo+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406187979103849026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SwajUuN4ykI/AAAAAAAAATk/KDCGDsRNYI8/s200/dodo+067.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;FELIZ ANIVERSÁRIO, MEU IRMÃO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Se Deus não tivesse te chamado, há 7 anos, hoje teríamos uma festa, hoje seria seu aniversário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Já que não posso te abraçar, te beijar, te dedico minha oração e receba, aí no céu todo meu amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sua irmã, para todo o sempre, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dadá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-4323366198780322599?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/4323366198780322599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/11/feliz-aniversario-meu-irmao-se-deus-nao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/4323366198780322599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/4323366198780322599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/11/feliz-aniversario-meu-irmao-se-deus-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SwajUuN4ykI/AAAAAAAAATk/KDCGDsRNYI8/s72-c/dodo+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-375627396654244058</id><published>2009-11-20T05:18:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T11:06:44.681-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SwaSCd-ci6I/AAAAAAAAATU/poRnTYXJqro/s1600/deus-pai-50%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406168973808798626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SwaSCd-ci6I/AAAAAAAAATU/poRnTYXJqro/s400/deus-pai-50%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Para lembrarmos de ontem para sempre. Conforme prometido, cá está a tradução.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AMO MUITO TODOS VOCÊS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Um de nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Se Deus tivesse um nome, qual seria o nome Dele?&lt;br /&gt;E você o chamaria, se encontrasse com Ele todo glorioso?&lt;br /&gt;O que você perguntaria, se você pudesse fazer apenas uma pergunta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, sim, sim, Deus é maravilhoso!&lt;br /&gt;Sim, sim, sim, Deus é bom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se Deus fosse um de nós?&lt;br /&gt;Apenas um bobão como nós.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas um estranho no ônibus&lt;br /&gt;Tentando voltar para casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Se Deus tivesse um rosto com quem Ele seria parecido?&lt;br /&gt;E você gostaria de vê-lo, se vendo significasse que você teria acreditar em coisas, assim como, o Céu, Jesus e os santos e todos os profetas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, sim, sim, Deus é maravilhoso!&lt;br /&gt;Sim, sim, sim, Deus é bom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E se Deus fosse um de nós?&lt;br /&gt;Apenas um bobão como nós.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas um estranho no ônibus&lt;br /&gt;Tentando do seu jeito voltar para casa&lt;br /&gt;Apenas tentando do seu jeito voltar para casa&lt;br /&gt;Voltar para o céu sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém ligando para o telefone Dele, exceto o Papa, talvez de Roma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, sim, Deus é maravilhoso!&lt;br /&gt;Sim, sim, Deus é bom!&lt;br /&gt;Sim, sim, sim, sim, sim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E se Deus fosse um de nós?&lt;br /&gt;Apenas um bobão como nós&lt;br /&gt;Apenas um estranho no ônibus&lt;br /&gt;Tentando do seu jeito voltar para casa&lt;br /&gt;Como um abençoado perdido no mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Voltando para o céu sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Apenas tentando, do seu jeito voltar para casa&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém telefonendo pra Ele, exceto o Papa, talvez de Roma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para Deus, somente SIM! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele é bom e maravilhoso!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Beijos e bom final de semana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Giuliana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-375627396654244058?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/375627396654244058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/11/para-lembrarmos-de-ontem-para-sempre.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/375627396654244058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/375627396654244058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/11/para-lembrarmos-de-ontem-para-sempre.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SwaSCd-ci6I/AAAAAAAAATU/poRnTYXJqro/s72-c/deus-pai-50%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-3958806035250920823</id><published>2009-11-19T00:52:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T01:04:22.921-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quem me explica duas pessoas em lugares diferentes terem os mesmos conceitos e os mesmos planos, sendo que elas não se falaram e nenhuma está mentindo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como alguém consegue silenciar sua defesa preparada no capricho com apenas umas "birras"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quem me explica o querer e não poder e mesmo assim querer e no fim fugir de tudo isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tem coisas na vida que tem , ou talvez tenham explicação, mas não hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Da próxima vez, antes de me perguntar se eu gosto de você, olhe o brilho dos seus olhos no espelho e comece a entender que você não precisa me perguntar isso: isso que você quer que eu responda, já li em seus olhos há muito tempo.  Tente ler os meus, aí me fale se gosto ou não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Depois disso, calcule e vamos ver se tem atitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Foi dada a largada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Giuliana Carta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-3958806035250920823?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/3958806035250920823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/11/quem-me-explica-duas-pessoas-em-lugares.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/3958806035250920823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/3958806035250920823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/11/quem-me-explica-duas-pessoas-em-lugares.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-8982665168602860277</id><published>2009-11-18T12:13:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T12:42:29.703-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SwQFin-YLkI/AAAAAAAAATM/h-Na15mYIUo/s1600/ceu.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405451545155743298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SwQFin-YLkI/AAAAAAAAATM/h-Na15mYIUo/s400/ceu.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Alguma vez alguém já passou pela sua vida e ao sair deixou tudo bagunçado? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Existem pessoas que aparecem em nossas vidas e nos fazem voar alto, acreditar em coisas especiais e, de repente, batem em retirada e descobrimos que aquilo era tudo ilusão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Essas são as pessoas que deixam tudo bagunçado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;E alguma vez alguém já passou pela sua vida, fez uma bagunça e a partida dessa pessoa arrumou quase tudo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Também existem pessoas que aparecem em nossas vidas, nos tiram da rotina, possuem um discurso tão robusto a ponto de nos deixar levar. Ao irmos, bagunçamos nossa vida, vivemos numa aflição desmedida, é bom e ao mesmo tempo não é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;A diferença foi que eu pensava que era o "jeito" dessa criatura, pensava que minha paciência e educação resolveriam as coisas, ou que eu fosse intolerante. Pensava sempre que a errada era eu, e realmente eu estava errada.Estava errada em permitir que alguém tirasse minha vida do eixo. Mas quanto essa pessoa bateu em retirada, minha vida novamente voltou ao normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Por isso não leve o fim de um relacionamento - seja de amizade, namoro, etc. - como uma situação 100% negativa. Muitas vezes nos mantemos ao lado de alguém simplesmente para não passar pelo rito da separação. Isso é errado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Não é gostoso sofrer a separação, nem o fim de nada, sentir saudade... Mas muitas vezes é necessário colocar um ponto final para que apareçam pessoas que nos amem e respeitem de verdade, sem maldade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Como me disse uma pessoa muito querida: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;"Na vida quem perde o teto recebe em troca as estrelas".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Pense nisso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Beijos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Giuliana.&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/8534386059629756977-8982665168602860277?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SwQFin-YLkI/AAAAAAAAATM/h-Na15mYIUo/s72-c/ceu.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-6014969742858288430</id><published>2009-11-16T23:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:49:02.644-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Viajando com o meu cão, escrevi antecipadamente ao Hotel Amador Las Cruces, no Estado do Novo México, para saber se podiam acomodar um hóspede de quatro patas.&lt;br /&gt;Eis a resposta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Trabalhamos na indústria hoteleira há mais de 30 anos.&lt;br /&gt;Até agora nunca precisamos chamar a polícia para expulsar um cão que promovesse distúrbios até altas horas da noite.&lt;br /&gt;Até hoje nunca vimos um cão por fogo na roupa da cama por adormecer com um cigarro na mão.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca encontramos uma toalha ou um cobertor do hotel na mala de um cão, nem manchas deixadas nos móveis pelo&lt;br /&gt;fundo da garrafa de um cão.&lt;br /&gt;Está claro que aceitamos o seu cão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Se ele se responsabilizar pelo senhor, "venha também".&lt;br /&gt;Autor anônimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-6014969742858288430?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/6014969742858288430/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/11/viajando-com-o-meu-cao-escrevi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/6014969742858288430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/6014969742858288430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/11/viajando-com-o-meu-cao-escrevi.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-1111123195319138058</id><published>2009-11-14T08:53:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T09:19:29.297-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sv6RA3hq8DI/AAAAAAAAAS8/eNrPtdwSdQg/s1600-h/DSC00603-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 97px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403916046982377522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sv6RA3hq8DI/AAAAAAAAAS8/eNrPtdwSdQg/s400/DSC00603-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Estou indo te encontrar, te dizer que eu sinto muito.&lt;br /&gt;Você não sabe o quão adorável é você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Eu tive que te encontrar, te dizer que eu preciso de você e te dizer que eu te deixei de lado.  Me conte seus segredos e pergunte suas dúvidas.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos voltar para o começo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Correndo em círculos, atrás de nós mesmos, com nossas cabeças em uma ciência alheia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ninguém disse que era fácil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Foi mesmo uma pena nos separarmos.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém disse que era fácil mas ni&lt;strong&gt;nguém nunca disse que seria tão difícil!&lt;/strong&gt; Me leve de volta ao começo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Há pouco eu estava só adivinhando números e dígitos, solucionando o quebra-cabeça que falta peças. Questões de ciência, de ciência e progresso não falam tão alto quanto meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Diga que você me ama, volte e me assombre quando eu correr para o começo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Correndo em círculos atrás de nós mesmos, mas voltando para o que nós somos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ninguém disse que seria fácil, mas ninguém nunca disse que seria &lt;strong&gt;tão&lt;/strong&gt; difícil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu estou voltando para o começo!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-1111123195319138058?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/1111123195319138058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/11/estou-indo-te-encontrar-te-dizer-que-eu.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/1111123195319138058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/1111123195319138058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/11/estou-indo-te-encontrar-te-dizer-que-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sv6RA3hq8DI/AAAAAAAAAS8/eNrPtdwSdQg/s72-c/DSC00603-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-1591140897128554490</id><published>2009-11-12T22:28:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:09:35.510-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;E assim é ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Modesto sonhador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Faz a pedra pesar como pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Mas não sabe o seu valor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;E você dono da verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Sentado no trono da vaidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Tenta, sem sucesso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Me trazer felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;E ele segue seus dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Sem certeza nem ousadia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Vai vivendo, esperando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Perde tempo, está passando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;E a verdade que você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Tentou me vender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Nem consigo mais ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Por desprezo, eu quiz perder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;E ele segue festejando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Dormindo, acordando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;E o tempo já passou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;E ela se cansou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Cada um foi pro seu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Para ela é engraçado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Terminar vazia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;A dúvida que lhe preenchia o dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Pés no chão, mala pronta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Chegou a hora de mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Antes do tempo passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Foi dar um mergulho, foi pro mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-1591140897128554490?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/1591140897128554490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-assim-e-ele-modesto-sonhador-faz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/1591140897128554490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/1591140897128554490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-assim-e-ele-modesto-sonhador-faz.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-8100512678783364926</id><published>2009-11-12T00:18:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T01:51:55.034-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Se algum dia for completo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Eu vou parar o tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Te olhar sem medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tira meus pés do chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Enquanto esse dia não chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Quero que o tempo passe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Vou desviar meu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E seguir andando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Quero o dia completo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;O tempo parado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Contar para os quatro ventos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sim! Vocês estavam certos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E nossa história a gente faz. Devagarinho. Escrita por nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-8100512678783364926?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/8100512678783364926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/11/se-algum-dia-for-completo-eu-vou-parar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/8100512678783364926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/8100512678783364926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/11/se-algum-dia-for-completo-eu-vou-parar.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-6374731254847875622</id><published>2009-11-07T01:45:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T02:19:44.478-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SvT0s16L57I/AAAAAAAAAS0/4FcmELmcY4Q/s1600-h/DSC00629-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401210904346617778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SvT0s16L57I/AAAAAAAAAS0/4FcmELmcY4Q/s400/DSC00629-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cenouras &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Açúcar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Banhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preguiça.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escova&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tira o pó&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Limpa os cascos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abraços&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tombos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mordidas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;À você, nobre guerreiro, meu fiél escudeiro, todo meu amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor de alma e coração. Inteiros. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-6374731254847875622?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/6374731254847875622/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/11/admiracao-carinho-respeito-mutuo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/6374731254847875622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/6374731254847875622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/11/admiracao-carinho-respeito-mutuo.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SvT0s16L57I/AAAAAAAAAS0/4FcmELmcY4Q/s72-c/DSC00629-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-8055072586252880282</id><published>2009-11-05T21:59:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T17:09:46.601-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SvNxzcLCnJI/AAAAAAAAASk/5Ysps4Rwpqw/s1600-h/M.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 365px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400785506697125010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SvNxzcLCnJI/AAAAAAAAASk/5Ysps4Rwpqw/s400/M.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Eu ouvi ele falando com as mãos vazias&lt;br /&gt;Eu pensei que ele falava uma verdade de dentro do seu coração Eu acreditei em cada letra Porque achava que aquela história poderia ser minha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu olhei bem dentro dos olhos dele e encontrei verdade&lt;br /&gt;Eu demorei para aceitar&lt;br /&gt;Não precisei dizer nada Porque achei que esse tipo de coisa não existia mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu segurava uma estrela na minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Com bastante força para que ninguém a levasse embora&lt;br /&gt;Minha estrela iluminava o meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;E por hora, era só ela que eu tinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele cantou uma canção de ninar&lt;br /&gt;Uma canção tão linda como o mar&lt;br /&gt;Eu acreditei em cada nota&lt;br /&gt;E naquela hora vi minha estrela brilhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria não ter escutado nada&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria não ter desejado tanto&lt;br /&gt;Seria melhor ter passado meus dias sem brilho&lt;br /&gt;Do que encontrar num mortal um anjo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos podem se tornar realidade&lt;br /&gt;Eu penso que ainda existem estrelas de sorte e amor, talvez uma para mim&lt;br /&gt;Se hoje ele cantar a mais linda canção, eu não quero escutar&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero novas canções para ninar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele levou minha estrela no meio do escuro&lt;br /&gt;Pensando bem, a melhor coisa que ele fez para mim, foi levar minha estrela&lt;br /&gt;Aquela estrela escutou as palavras e canções dele&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber, ele se foi e não deixou nada, só uma mão vazia, que vai se completar. Hoje sei que ele não era um anjo.&lt;br /&gt;Anjos não tiram a luz do teu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Anjos não levam tua estrelaAnjos não partem teu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Giuliana.&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/8534386059629756977-8055072586252880282?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/8055072586252880282/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/11/eu-ouvi-ele-falando-com-as-maos-vazias.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/8055072586252880282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/8055072586252880282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/11/eu-ouvi-ele-falando-com-as-maos-vazias.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SvNxzcLCnJI/AAAAAAAAASk/5Ysps4Rwpqw/s72-c/M.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-776342704833417172</id><published>2009-11-05T16:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T16:27:13.147-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Não há caminho para a paz, a paz é o caminho." &lt;/span&gt;[ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="autor" title="FRASES PENSAMENTOS MENSAGENS GHANDI" href="http://www.frasesfamosas.com.br/de/gandhi.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ghandi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; ] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-776342704833417172?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/776342704833417172/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/11/nao-ha-caminho-para-paz-paz-e-o-caminho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/776342704833417172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/776342704833417172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/11/nao-ha-caminho-para-paz-paz-e-o-caminho.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-3710557381487999939</id><published>2009-11-05T14:49:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T15:10:51.496-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SvMGv9f-WDI/AAAAAAAAASU/juFHXFEeuwE/s1600-h/eU,+TAMI+E+TICI-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 52px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 82px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400667799179647026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SvMGv9f-WDI/AAAAAAAAASU/juFHXFEeuwE/s400/eU,+TAMI+E+TICI-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Olá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo bem com você?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que dia maravilhoso! Sol, tudo de bom...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dia como hoje é muito interessante para vermos tudo o que temos, "for free", ao nosso redor. Para vivermos em PAZ.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma palavra pode começar uma guerra, uma palavra pode terminar qualquer guerra e nos trazer PAZ! Paz bem do tipo "Paz &amp;amp; Amor", coisa boa, coisa gostosa, que te dá segurança.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isso tudo parece papo de gente que vive fora da realidade, mas é bem o contrário: temos que colocar paz em nossas vidas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se for pra discutir, nem responda. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se as palavras forem feias, não escute.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dê as costas para as brigas, para o mal!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seja da frente do BEM! Seja da PAZ!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pelo menos por hoje, SÓ POR HOJE, faça um trato comigo: LEVANTE A BANDEIRA DA PAZ!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Topa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Beijo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giuliana.&lt;/strong&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/8534386059629756977-3710557381487999939?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/3710557381487999939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/11/ola-tudo-bem-com-voce-que-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/3710557381487999939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/3710557381487999939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/11/ola-tudo-bem-com-voce-que-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SvMGv9f-WDI/AAAAAAAAASU/juFHXFEeuwE/s72-c/eU,+TAMI+E+TICI-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-975101040224401671</id><published>2009-11-05T01:02:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T01:28:32.482-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SvJEWZAJaRI/AAAAAAAAASE/gPT5U3Qqh-o/s1600-h/mm-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400454054629959954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SvJEWZAJaRI/AAAAAAAAASE/gPT5U3Qqh-o/s400/mm-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esperei por dias para que isso acontecesse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu entro e olho seu sorriso, como se fosse uma placa dizendo siga!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As horas passam como se fossem segundos. Eu te escuto falar mas minha cabeça está pensando lá longe: no que você acha de mim, como fazer para ser a pessoa certa, como te agradar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faço tudo, e tudo que eu faço é delirar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você já passou por isso? Você já achou que ele seria a pessoa mais encantadora do mundo e, de repente ele cai em contradição, diz uma palavra que não tem mais volta, e tudo que estava bom termina frio, termina "mais ou menos"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Termina por falta de coragem: coragem de chegar e falar se quer ou não! Por falta de atitude. Por medo de atender o telefone, por uma mensagem sem resposta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem não se cansa de pedir, pedir e pedir? Chega disso, minha gente! Está na hora de ganhar! Mas ganhar sem pedir, sem induzir. Ganhar simplesmente por ser especial!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tem situações, aliás, que nem terminam. Simplesmente porquê nunca começaram. Eram uma fantasia boba de um futuro bacana que você criou na sua cabeça.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melhor beijar o Frankenstein de plástico... é uma criatura mais humana e menos decepcionante.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pense nisso!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giuliana&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-975101040224401671?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/975101040224401671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/11/esperei-por-dias-para-que-isso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/975101040224401671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/975101040224401671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/11/esperei-por-dias-para-que-isso.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SvJEWZAJaRI/AAAAAAAAASE/gPT5U3Qqh-o/s72-c/mm-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-9110170987800207321</id><published>2009-11-01T17:33:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:58:26.494-02:00</updated><title type='text'>DEFICIÊNCIAS - Mario Quintana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Su3kYqTaaWI/AAAAAAAAAR8/mZ73FtBa200/s1600-h/uuum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 128px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399222640610797922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Su3kYqTaaWI/AAAAAAAAAR8/mZ73FtBa200/s400/uuum.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Deficiente" é aquele que não consegue modificar sua vida, aceitando as imposições de outraspessoas ou da sociedade em que vive, sem ter consciência de que é dono do seu destino. "Louco" é quem não procura ser feliz com o que possui. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Cego" é aquele que não vê seu próximo morrer de frio, de fome, de miséria, e só tem olhos para seus míseros problemas e pequenas dores. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Surdo" é aquele que não tem tempo de ouvir um desabafo de um amigo, ou o apelo de um irmão. Pois está sempre apressado para o trabalho e quer garantir seus tostões no fim do mês. "Mudo" é aquele que não consegue falar o que sente e se esconde por trás da máscara da hipocrisia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Paralítico" é quem não consegue andar na direção daqueles que precisam de sua ajuda. "Diabético" é quem não consegue ser doce. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Anão" é quem não sabe deixar o amor crescer. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E, finalmente, a pior das deficiências é ser miserável, pois: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Miseráveis" são todos que não conseguem falar com Deus. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A amizade é um amor que nunca morre. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(escritor gaúcho 30/07/1906 - 05/05/1994)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mil beijos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giuliana.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-9110170987800207321?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/9110170987800207321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/11/deficiencias-mario-quintana.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/9110170987800207321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/9110170987800207321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/11/deficiencias-mario-quintana.html' title='DEFICIÊNCIAS - Mario Quintana'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Su3kYqTaaWI/AAAAAAAAAR8/mZ73FtBa200/s72-c/uuum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-163946123607420087</id><published>2009-10-30T09:48:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:33:22.526-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SurZXi3uZ3I/AAAAAAAAARg/aL5oxCivO-I/s1600-h/eu+zzz.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 390px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398366101877712754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SurZXi3uZ3I/AAAAAAAAARg/aL5oxCivO-I/s400/eu+zzz.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Olá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tudo bem com você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Eu ando cada vez mais "sem tempo". Fim de ano, correria, mil e uma obrigações a serem cumpridas e no meio de tudo isso me "flagrei" pensando que a correria, que ter que ganhar dinheiro, fazer melhor, me deixa sempre com um lado vazio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Gente: que vida é essa? E o meu "lado vazio"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;O meu lado vazio fica em algum lugar, não do lado de fora, mas do lado de dentro. Ele quer UM (uma pessoa) alguém para ir ao cinema, para um jantarzinho, andar de mãos dadas, conversar... O conceito de relacionamento está total e completamente deturpado! Tudo é visto como"ridículo". O amor sumiu. O que ficou: encontros para satisfazerem necessidades sexuais. Pra mim, NÃO SERVE. Ser fiél é outra coisa que saiu de moda. Se fidelidadel saiu de moda, isso não é problema meu, eu quero alguém pra ser fiél.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Liberdade de pensamento e de escolha são direitos constitucionalmente garantidos, mas eu escolho aquela pessoa que faz meu coração bater mais rápido, aquele que tem uma risada gostosa, com verdade no olhar, com histórias e piadas engraçadas. Aquele que é parceiro, guerreiro, QUE É GENTE! Danem-se o "abdome de tanquinho, o super bíceps definido", o terno, a gravata, o jaleco, o carro e a conta no banco! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Decidi que eu quero GENTE! Gente que eu goste e que me goste. Gente que faça coisas boas, que me faça feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;E se não for ele a pessoa ideal? Sem problemas! Tudo é bom enquanto dura. Não podemos mais deixar o medo da frustração nos afastar de quem gostamos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;E como dizer isso à ele? Abra sua linda boca e diga: ADOOOOOOOOOOOORO VOCÊ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;É isso aí pessoal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Fé em Deus, e "vamo que vamo"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Beijos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Giuliana.&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/8534386059629756977-163946123607420087?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/163946123607420087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/10/ola-tudo-bem-com-voce-eu-ando-cada-vez.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/163946123607420087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/163946123607420087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/10/ola-tudo-bem-com-voce-eu-ando-cada-vez.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SurZXi3uZ3I/AAAAAAAAARg/aL5oxCivO-I/s72-c/eu+zzz.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-6105330782523582152</id><published>2009-10-25T11:56:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T12:09:38.122-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SuRbROqJJqI/AAAAAAAAARY/pFvRJqHJ8_0/s1600-h/2009058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396538605047457442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SuRbROqJJqI/AAAAAAAAARY/pFvRJqHJ8_0/s400/2009058.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Olá pessoal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quem aqui já se deparou com uma situação em que tinha como, convite, até companhia se quisesse, mas não tinha o "motivo" para ir? Aconteceu comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estou achando que à partir do momento que o seu "motivo" aparece, as coisas que você faz sem ele não são tão legais. Você pode até sair, mas volta antes. Pode até rir, mas não tem a mesma graça. Se você não for, aí sim que o bicho pega!!! Ficar em casa pensando no "motivo" é uma super roubada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E admitir que as coisas perderam uma pitadinha de graça por causa do "motivo" não estar presente??? Isso sim é difícil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esse é o grande risco: achar o motivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Giuliana.&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/8534386059629756977-6105330782523582152?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/6105330782523582152/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/10/ola-pessoal-quem-aqui-ja-se-deparou-com.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-137766074109086715</id><published>2009-10-23T12:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T12:59:26.771-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem quer um amigo???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SuHEuGbUEXI/AAAAAAAAARQ/WrB-_yCm4g4/s1600-h/Cartaz+Feira+Adocao+24-10-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 292px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395810124844765554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SuHEuGbUEXI/AAAAAAAAARQ/WrB-_yCm4g4/s400/Cartaz+Feira+Adocao+24-10-09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SuHEhoV5U1I/AAAAAAAAARI/KAeNOsgMeqw/s1600-h/Cartaz+Feira+Adocao+24-10-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-137766074109086715?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/137766074109086715/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/10/quem-quer-um-amigo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/137766074109086715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/137766074109086715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/10/quem-quer-um-amigo.html' title='Quem quer um amigo???'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SuHEuGbUEXI/AAAAAAAAARQ/WrB-_yCm4g4/s72-c/Cartaz+Feira+Adocao+24-10-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-5564465271642616276</id><published>2009-10-22T13:30:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:57:53.391-02:00</updated><title type='text'>De onde eu vim, eu sonho o que quiser pra mim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De onde eu vim, os anjos também voam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e as canções e os sinos também soam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;triste quando é o fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e todo mundo espera um final feliz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De onde eu vim eu sonho o que quiser pra mim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De onde eu vim os sonhos não acabam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Descobri, que os anjos também falam quando olhou pra mim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;meu coração sorrindo respirou enfim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De onde eu vim ninguém me abraçou assim .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E quando eu paro de sonhar, você confunde sem parar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De longe o coração ainda sente,um anjo com coração de gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Meus olhos não escondem mais e já nem querem esconder, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de longe ainda vou aprender, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a cuidar de mim, cuidando de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Rafinha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-5564465271642616276?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/5564465271642616276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/10/de-onde-eu-vim-eu-sonho-o-que-quiser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/5564465271642616276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/5564465271642616276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/10/de-onde-eu-vim-eu-sonho-o-que-quiser.html' title='De onde eu vim, eu sonho o que quiser pra mim.'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-1554172626884497207</id><published>2009-10-22T12:45:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:29:43.449-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Não dá pra perder!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SuB5Z5IyjCI/AAAAAAAAARA/p5SwoH7p5no/s1600-h/OgAAAPmSiGfzdmq7YICc69lR2_i7-BVu72pDCvmlA82mesmplzEad-K7GXTsQ9P1HMumwdWT2M8MLf1dL8b3ZxcmszUAm1T1UB-7CwMjErGyGG3RBd4xUMAJFzTq%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395445839331232802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SuB5Z5IyjCI/AAAAAAAAARA/p5SwoH7p5no/s320/OgAAAPmSiGfzdmq7YICc69lR2_i7-BVu72pDCvmlA82mesmplzEad-K7GXTsQ9P1HMumwdWT2M8MLf1dL8b3ZxcmszUAm1T1UB-7CwMjErGyGG3RBd4xUMAJFzTq%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Olá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O que você vai fazer amanhã?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amanhã, sexta-feira, 23/10 no Era Só o Que Faltava, vai rolar a festa do Silzeusão e Regra 4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Muita música, gente bonita e tudo de bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vale muito conferir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Há 12 anos, Regra 4 traz para cena musical curitibana inovação e criatividade no jeito de fazer música. Uma mistura de música brasileira com sonoridades multiplas e linguagens contemporâneas como o dub, intervenções eletrônicas e projeções visuais ao vivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Discografia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Max Single “Regra 4” - 2001 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Samba Groove, a Volta do Homem pro Mato - 2005), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Quando a Máquina Parar, 2008- Copa Reggae 2006 (coletânea de Portugal lançada na Europa) - Brazilounge 4 (coletânea de Portugal lançada na Europa).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.regra4.com.br/"&gt;www.regra4.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijos, te vejo amanhã! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Giuliana.&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/8534386059629756977-1554172626884497207?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/1554172626884497207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/10/nao-da-pra-perder.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/1554172626884497207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/1554172626884497207'/><link rel='alternate' 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lCq1bkeDAGA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&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/lCq1bkeDAGA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-7092908730631783952?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/7092908730631783952/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/7092908730631783952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/7092908730631783952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-7199217188636275185</id><published>2009-10-18T07:06:00.010-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T23:42:33.525-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Acordo ensaiando um sim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Supero um minuto sem fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Durmo abraçada em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sigo lembrando o passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aceito um redondo quadrado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Falo de modo calado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Olho procurando a metade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Duvido se foi tudo verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sinto que estou com saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giuliana.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-7199217188636275185?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-7201951743335833845</id><published>2009-10-15T12:09:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T00:33:57.139-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AO MESTRE, COM CARINHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/StdBlvFCI3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/QAtWYrsbAKk/s1600-h/bgtop01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392851195348001650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/StdBlvFCI3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/QAtWYrsbAKk/s320/bgtop01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Já se foram aqueles dias de estudante, de contar mentiras e de roer as unhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas em minha mente, sei que estarão presentes para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas como eu poderei agradecer àqueles que me ensinaram tudo o que sei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não será fácil, mas eu vou tentar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Se você quisesse o céu, eu escreveria no céu inteiro, com letras voadoras e no lugar mais alto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AO MESTRE, COM CARINHO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chegou a hora de fechar os livros e os longos olhares precisam terminar, mas enquanto eu viver, eu saberei que eu estou deixando meu melhor amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Um amigo que me falou sobre o certo e o errado, sobre fraqueza e  força.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tenho muito que aprender...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;O que? O quê posso te dar em troca?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Se você quisesse a lua eu tentaria te alcançar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas eu ficaria grato à você, se aceitasse como presente, meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AO MESTRE, COM CARINHO!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FELIZ DIA DOS PROFESSORES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beijo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Giuliana.&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/8534386059629756977-7201951743335833845?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/7201951743335833845/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/10/ao-mestre-com-carinho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/7201951743335833845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/7201951743335833845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/10/ao-mestre-com-carinho.html' title='AO MESTRE, COM CARINHO'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/StdBlvFCI3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/QAtWYrsbAKk/s72-c/bgtop01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-6024380309412812651</id><published>2009-10-13T20:53:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T22:46:42.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/StUbeMoEYLI/AAAAAAAAAQo/erhY7vEMdnA/s1600-h/me1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392246334445346994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/StUbeMoEYLI/AAAAAAAAAQo/erhY7vEMdnA/s320/me1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hoje recebi um post da Monika, láááááá da Ucrânia,terra da minha bisavó.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lendo os textos dela, percebi os seres humanos - salvo alguns - buscam a mesma coisa: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A FELICIDADE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Decidi copiar e traduzir um texto da Monika, para mostrar que, independente do idioma, da etnia, da cor de pele, da riqueza, da pobreza, é o AMOR a energia que movimenta o mundo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Seja aqui, seja lá, tudo o que procuramos é AMOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;AMOR que vem acompanhado de felicidade, de alegria, de força!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;E que esse AMOR VENHA, E VENHA CHEIO DE AMOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Wir Menschen sind so unterschiedlich:&lt;br /&gt;Wir kommen aus verschiedenen Ländern,&lt;br /&gt;sprechen verschiedene Sprachen,&lt;br /&gt;denken anders,fühlen anders.&lt;br /&gt;Eines aber ist bei uns allen gemeinsam:&lt;br /&gt;Wir suchen nach dem Sinn in unserem Leben.&lt;br /&gt;Wir suchen Trost-&lt;br /&gt;in einer Welt voller Angst.&lt;br /&gt;Wahre Liebe-&lt;br /&gt;in einer Welt voller Lieblosigkeit.&lt;br /&gt;Hoffnung-&lt;br /&gt;in einer Welt voller Hoffnungslosigkeit.&lt;br /&gt;Wir suchen Wege,die wir gehen können.&lt;br /&gt;Wege,die zu einem guten Ziel führen."(Monika)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;"Nós, seres humanos, somos tão diferentes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Vivemos em países diferentes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Falamos idiomas diferentes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Pensamos diferente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sentimos diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Mas uma coisa é comum à todos nós:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;PROCURAR PELO SENTIDO DA VIDA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Vivemos procurando a segurança e o consolo, cheios de medo do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Procuramos o amor verdadeiro num mundo cheio de maldades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Procuramos a esperança no meio da desesperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;E no meio de tudo isso, procuramos alguma maneira de seguir, procuramos caminhos que nos levam para o bem."(Monika)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ukraine-lviv.npage.eu/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://ukraine-lviv.npage.eu/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;! Küsse. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Giuliana&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/8534386059629756977-6024380309412812651?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/6024380309412812651/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/10/hoje-recebi-um-post-da-monika-laaaaaa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/6024380309412812651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/6024380309412812651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/10/hoje-recebi-um-post-da-monika-laaaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/StUbeMoEYLI/AAAAAAAAAQo/erhY7vEMdnA/s72-c/me1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-8615412379208378189</id><published>2009-10-12T15:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T16:11:47.029-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/StN-qSYpCmI/AAAAAAAAAQY/6DkKYkxdaIc/s1600-h/cora%C3%83%C2%A7%C3%83%C2%A3o+com+p%C3%83%C2%B4r-do-sol+em+tam+grande%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391792443847412322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/StN-qSYpCmI/AAAAAAAAAQY/6DkKYkxdaIc/s400/cora%C3%83%C2%A7%C3%83%C2%A3o+com+p%C3%83%C2%B4r-do-sol+em+tam+grande%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Todo desespero trás um pouco de esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Em todo travesseiro, um sonho de criança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me chame pra brincar também&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Vou pular a corda que procura o meu pescoço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não vou dizer que gosto sem saber o gosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Comer o chocolate antes do almoço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;E te beijar depois de lambusar o rosto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Vou criar um mundo novo dentro de um salão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Convidar o lobo mal e o bicho papão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Conhecer também seu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Proteger o sentimento com bolinha de sabão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Vou me esconder tão perto que ninguém vai me perceber, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;No meu esconderijo também cabe você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Vou sentir o amor mais perto quando desistir de entender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me abrace bem apertado pra caber nós dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;A gente fala baixinho pra sorrir depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;E quando o coração estiver batendo junto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Antes de escurecer, a gente corre e salva o mundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Beijos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Giuliana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/8534386059629756977-8615412379208378189?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/8615412379208378189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/10/todo-desespero-tras-um-pouco-de.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/8615412379208378189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/8615412379208378189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/10/todo-desespero-tras-um-pouco-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/StN-qSYpCmI/AAAAAAAAAQY/6DkKYkxdaIc/s72-c/cora%C3%83%C2%A7%C3%83%C2%A3o+com+p%C3%83%C2%B4r-do-sol+em+tam+grande%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-5634822827089216448</id><published>2009-10-09T23:50:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T07:17:34.365-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bossa Nova, Samba-Rock &amp; Malandragens Do Meio - Sabadão no Bossa Nova Bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Ss_7awMnztI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/sYaH6IyU6hw/s1600-h/sossega.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390803716018786002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Ss_7awMnztI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/sYaH6IyU6hw/s400/sossega.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Olá pessoal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;As coisas boas devem ser compartilhadas e amanhã é sábado, e sábado tem que ser muito bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Todo sábado no Bossa Nova, rola SOSSEGA MALANDRO! Trio formado por Eugênio Fim, Marcel Cruz e Randersom Moreira (Dão). Galera de talento mesmo! E mais: sem surto de estrela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Todos são gente finíssima, talentosíssimos e estão causando grande repercussão positiva aqui em Curitiba. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;O Sossega Malandro está no Bossa todos os sábados a partir das 22 horas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Eu viciei! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Apareçam lá e me respondam se é ou não é TOP DE LINHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Beijo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Giuliana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;contato: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sossegamalandro@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sossegamalandro@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bossa Nova:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bossanovabar.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.bossanovabar.com.br/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-5634822827089216448?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/5634822827089216448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/10/bossa-nova-samba-rock-malandragens-do.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/5634822827089216448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/5634822827089216448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/10/bossa-nova-samba-rock-malandragens-do.html' title='Bossa Nova, Samba-Rock &amp; Malandragens Do Meio - Sabadão no Bossa Nova Bar'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Ss_7awMnztI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/sYaH6IyU6hw/s72-c/sossega.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-5580466715659299249</id><published>2009-10-09T11:28:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T12:03:40.482-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Ss9PfDVoisI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qq5HmugOXj4/s1600-h/paz%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390614673876355778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Ss9PfDVoisI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qq5HmugOXj4/s400/paz%5B9%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hoje vou falar de um sentimento que todos temos, mas que nem sempre é colocado em prática.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Esse sentimento faz parte da nossa mais alta inspiração. Falo de IDEOLOGIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Não sei qual é a sua, mas se todos colocássemos nossas mais nobres metas em prática, certamente o mundo seria melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Não importa se seu projeto é simples - assim como os meus - o que realmente importa é que você faça acontecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Semana passada eu tinha um problema, ontem uma esperança de resolvê-lo, hoje a satisfação de realizá-lo e AMANHÃ a obrigação de jamais esquecer a(s) pessoa(s) que fizeram com que o desfecho positivo se tornasse real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;O tamanhdo do seu ideal também é o que menos importa. Importa mesmo é o quanto ele é GRANDE, como ele pode mudar alguma coisa para melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Seja fazendo, seja deixando de fazer, coloque-se à disposição do mundo. Reveja seus conceitos, fale, cale, escute, ande, pare, mas jamais deixe de fazer alguma coisa para se tornar melhor e, ainda, para melhorar o mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lembra do Obama? "Yes, we can!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Houve quem duvidasse... hoje ninguém mais duvida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Falando nele, que superou tudo e todos e CATIVOU a grande maioria, ele foi o vencedor do prêmio Nobel da Paz 2009 (concorreu com 205 candidatos). A justificativa para a entrega do Nobel à Obama foi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"por seus esforços extraordinários para fortalecer a diplomacia internacional e a cooperação entre os povos".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Obama nasceu como eu e como você. Portanto, se ele pode de um jeito, nós podemos de outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Somente a inércia e o conformismo acabam com uma nação!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Da próxima vez que for reclamar, pense na sua parcela de colaboração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;...para gerar a atual situação e COMO VOCÊ VAI AGIR PARA QUE A SITUAÇÃO MELHORE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Você até pode desanimar. Mas desanime no máximo, por 30 segundos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Eu + você + ele + ela + eles +elas podemos mudar muitas coisas para melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pense nisso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;YES, WE CAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Beijo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Giuliana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Esclarecimento: Este post não tem a intenção de fazer ninguém "gostar do Obama", somente citei como exemplo, e devido ao título de suma importância, inclusive com fins informativos.&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/8534386059629756977-5580466715659299249?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/5580466715659299249/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/10/hoje-vou-falar-de-um-sentimento-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/5580466715659299249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/5580466715659299249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/10/hoje-vou-falar-de-um-sentimento-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Ss9PfDVoisI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qq5HmugOXj4/s72-c/paz%5B9%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-2276816649602103636</id><published>2009-10-06T22:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T22:55:18.288-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Ssv0vNz5yiI/AAAAAAAAAQA/yt5UjnqtDe4/s1600-h/Sorriso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389670471077317154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Ssv0vNz5yiI/AAAAAAAAAQA/yt5UjnqtDe4/s400/Sorriso.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Olá pessoal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Depois de dias de luta (e põe luta nisso...rs) estou aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Se ganhei ou se perdi ainda não sei, mas posso dizer que lutei até o final. Espero ter vencido. Se não venci, garanto que aprender eu aprendi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Enfim, se perdi, desejo que alguém aproveite o que perdi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Diante dessas provas diárias, quando você está naquele dia que parece nunca ter fim, que o relógio te olha e te sacaneia, andando mais devagar, percebi que são as pequenas vitórias que fazem a vida maravilhosa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Você deve estar pensando: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Que vitória?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;A vida, gente! Acordar a cada dia é sinal de vitória!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;A vida não é só alegria, mas somos nós que escolhemos como iremos encarar cada situação e q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;uanto mais alegria melhor. Só um largo sorriso melhora a sua aparência, e o sorriso é "de graça", é free, livre de ônus e cheio de bônus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Portanto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SORRIA, MEU BEM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Beijo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Giuliana.&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/8534386059629756977-2276816649602103636?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/2276816649602103636/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/10/ola-pessoal-depois-de-dias-de-luta-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/2276816649602103636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/2276816649602103636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/10/ola-pessoal-depois-de-dias-de-luta-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Ssv0vNz5yiI/AAAAAAAAAQA/yt5UjnqtDe4/s72-c/Sorriso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-1786629388298108331</id><published>2009-10-03T17:58:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T18:19:40.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E hoje é sábado!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sse-yx6WGDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/0ql6XGnGSgw/s1600-h/F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388485258772879410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sse-yx6WGDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/0ql6XGnGSgw/s400/F.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Olá pessoal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hoje é dia de alegria! Hoje é sábado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sábado tem que ser um dia especial, tem que ser TDB, afinal, é o xodó da semana!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hoje,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;se não tiver nada pra comemorar? Invente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;se não tiver o que usar? Improvise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;se não tiver com quem sair? Vá sozinho mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;se estiver sem carro? Vá andando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;se for dirigir? NÃO BEBA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;se beber? TÁXI!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;se fizer sol? Ótimo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;se chover? Abra o guarda-chuva! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;está apaixonado(a)? Ame!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;está sozinho (a)? Curta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ele (a) não te quer? Valeu, foi bom, A......migos (as)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e amanhã? Ah... O futuro à Deus pertence!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Muita fé, força e amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;O resto a gente tira de letra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;E "vamo que vamo"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Beijo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Giuliana.&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/8534386059629756977-1786629388298108331?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/1786629388298108331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-hoje-e-sabado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/1786629388298108331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/1786629388298108331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-hoje-e-sabado.html' title='E hoje é sábado!'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sse-yx6WGDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/0ql6XGnGSgw/s72-c/F.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-5476666821186319512</id><published>2009-10-03T00:34:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T01:36:29.552-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida está em você!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SsbRJgVqtZI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ci8X5MUYkQM/s1600-h/org.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 119px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 88px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388223965425218962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SsbRJgVqtZI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ci8X5MUYkQM/s400/org.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hoje quero falar bem sério com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Quero falar sobre o futuro. De um dia que chegará para todos nós, o último dia nesta terra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Isso pode acontecer rápido ou pode acontecer de uma maneira que dê tempo de salvar várias pessoas, também desta terra. E por falar em terra, me responda, por favor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Por que enterrar ou cremar a vida de alguém? Por que deixar a terra transformar em pó, ou o fogo transformar em cinzas a vida de alguém? Por medo, por egoísmo, por falta de informação?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Existe um momento no qual a única coisa que resta aos nossos familiares fazer por nós, é salvar a vida de outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Existe um momento em que a única coisa que podemos fazer por nós, é salvar a vida de outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Como?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Doando órgãos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Esperar na fila do transplante é mostra de fé, de força e de esperança!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ser doador é não deixar a vida ser enterrada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Eu, Giuliana Carta, escolho salvar. Eu escolho doar, &lt;strong&gt;publicamente&lt;/strong&gt;, como exemplo para quem ainda tem dúvidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Pense nisso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;DOE ÓRGÃOS. DOE VIDA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Antes de ir embora, clique no link:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PBmmBDPXwcY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PBmmBDPXwcY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Todas as vezes que assisto a esse comercial, eu choro. É muito lindo e profundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Beijo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Giuliana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: uppercase"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.doevida.org.br/"&gt;http://www.doevida.org.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: uppercase"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: uppercase"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adote.org.br/"&gt;http://www.adote.org.br/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: uppercase"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: uppercase;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: uppercase"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: uppercase;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;disque saúde O8OO 61 1997&lt;br /&gt;DISQUE TRANSPLANTE O8OO 883 23 23&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-5476666821186319512?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/5476666821186319512/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/10/vida-esta-em-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/5476666821186319512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/5476666821186319512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/10/vida-esta-em-voce.html' title='A vida está em você!'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SsbRJgVqtZI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ci8X5MUYkQM/s72-c/org.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-5717550901208797145</id><published>2009-10-02T01:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T01:25:37.965-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje é meu dia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SsWAiSN5JJI/AAAAAAAAAPY/CY1AOktjwxc/s1600-h/passos.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387853855712683154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SsWAiSN5JJI/AAAAAAAAAPY/CY1AOktjwxc/s320/passos.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guarde os seus olhos bem bonitos longe&lt;br /&gt;Fico com você além de outras coisas mais&lt;br /&gt;Agora, eu não te quero nenhum jogo&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que você não tem nunca vai me dar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje é meu dia&lt;br /&gt;Me queira desculpar, mas você está sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Bom dia, eu só volto quando o rock’n’roll mandar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se Deus é meu corto os males, nenhum choro&lt;br /&gt;Quero 20 ou 10 pulmões pro que vai rolar&lt;br /&gt;Agora vê, olhe à frente é tudo novo&lt;br /&gt;Encha a cara de ninguém e faz que tem pra dar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje é meu dia&lt;br /&gt;Me queira desculpar, mas você está sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Bom dia, eu só volto quando o rock’n’roll mandar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FPJ1nAbH7EA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FPJ1nAbH7EA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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/8534386059629756977-5717550901208797145?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/5717550901208797145/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/10/hoje-e-meu-dia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/5717550901208797145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/5717550901208797145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/10/hoje-e-meu-dia.html' title='Hoje é meu dia!'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SsWAiSN5JJI/AAAAAAAAAPY/CY1AOktjwxc/s72-c/passos.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-906454093396470248</id><published>2009-10-02T00:48:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T22:55:47.253-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta de um cachorro prá você.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SsV7AoYWKhI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/M7rhUi_Ze7g/s1600-h/Criancas%2520(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387847779988417042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SsV7AoYWKhI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/M7rhUi_Ze7g/s320/Criancas%2520(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu falo a lingua dos cachorros&lt;br /&gt;e eles não contam pra ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Eu lato, bato, cato, mordo&lt;br /&gt;e eles não contam pra ninguém&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outro dia eu saí pra passear&lt;br /&gt;- Hey, seu moço, tudo anda muito mal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como tudo que puder eu encontrar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Durmo embaixo de um pedaço de jornal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A rua embaixo tá fazendo muito frio&lt;br /&gt;Aí em cima deve ser bem mais legal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu falo a lingua dos cachorros&lt;br /&gt;e eles não contam pra ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Eu lato, bato, um gato mordo&lt;br /&gt;e eles não contam pra ninguém&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu queria ter um braço como o seu&lt;br /&gt;Eu só queria ter a chance de ir pro céu&lt;br /&gt;Andar de carro toda hora que quiser&lt;br /&gt;Fazer amigos, conhecer papai noel&lt;br /&gt;Todo cachorro é dono de tanto segredo&lt;br /&gt;Alfredo quer só ter os olhos como os seus&lt;br /&gt;Sou um cachorro e a todo homem meto medo&lt;br /&gt;Você devia ser tão dócil quanto eu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iXZwdVrENFs"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iXZwdVrENFs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cor_2" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cor_2" align="center"  style="font-size:127.7%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Música: EXTROMODOS Composição: Bira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-906454093396470248?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/906454093396470248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/10/carta-de-um-cachorro-pra-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/906454093396470248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/906454093396470248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/10/carta-de-um-cachorro-pra-voce.html' title='Carta de um cachorro prá você.'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SsV7AoYWKhI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/M7rhUi_Ze7g/s72-c/Criancas%2520(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-1578454390181052948</id><published>2009-09-29T23:20:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:50:50.733-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PALAVRAS O VENTO LEVA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SsLRUCP4YrI/AAAAAAAAAO4/i-c73UomN84/s1600-h/Cart%C3%A3o%2BAnivers%C3%A1rio%2BBal%C3%A3o%2BIn%C3%AAs%2B1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387098246419604146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SsLRUCP4YrI/AAAAAAAAAO4/i-c73UomN84/s320/Cart%C3%A3o%2BAnivers%C3%A1rio%2BBal%C3%A3o%2BIn%C3%AAs%2B1%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Depois de um tempo sem inspiração, estava conversando com uma Tia muito querida que sempre tem sábias e sucintas palavras, para qualquer situação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Perante atitudes de certas pessoas, eu acabei dizendo que ainda não inventaram um antídoto para o veneno das palavras... Sem titubear, ela me respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Não precisa. As palavras o vento leva."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aí lembrei de uma história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Em um reino bem, bem perto, nos dias atuais, viviam duas crianças, que gostavam da mesma cor: verde. Uma se chamava Alfa e a outra Beta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Numa bela tarde elas foram ao parque juntas e as duas tinham dinheiro suficiente para comprar um balão para cada uma, porém, havia somente um balão verde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Para infortúnio de Beta, o vendedor de balões entregou o balão verde à Alfa, que gritava aos quatro ventos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Meu balão é lindo! É meu sonho! Eu esperava por esse balão verde há muito tempo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Alfa estava tão cega de alegria que não percebeu que seu balão nem era tão bonito, além de ser meio "vazio", mas Beta era invejosa, queria tirar o balão de Alfa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Enquanto Alfa saltitava exibindo seu balão, Beta encontrou um graveto no chão e guardou-o na mão. Como se fosse amiga de Alfa, chegou bem pertinho dela e disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Alfa! Esse balão verde é muito lindo! Combina com você, com seu vestido e ele quer muito ficar bem perto de você!! Vamos amarrá-lo em seu pulso, para que ele não escape???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Alfa, muito alegre com a revelação e a ajuda que Beta lhe ofereceu, foi logo mostrando o pulso e entregando a fita do balão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Beta, amarrou bem firme o balão no pulso de Alfa, e quando Alfa estava deslumbrada com seu balãozinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;BUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;O balão explodiu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Acontece que Alfa nem imaginava que Beta queria explodir seu balão... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quem nunca teve um sonho acabado como se estoura um balão com um graveto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Devemos ter força e inteligência para superar as(os) "Betas" que nos cercam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Devemos também, fazer menos barulho quando alcançamos um sonho. Nem todos precisam saber, basta você saber!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Construir é difícil: pega-se uma pedra de ontem, outra de hoje e amanhã se faz um castelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Destruir é fácil: bastam palavras malvadas e atitudes vís.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Por hoje é isso. O resto vem a galope!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Beijos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Giuliana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-1578454390181052948?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/1578454390181052948/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/palavras-o-vento-leva.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/1578454390181052948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/1578454390181052948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/palavras-o-vento-leva.html' title='PALAVRAS O VENTO LEVA...'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SsLRUCP4YrI/AAAAAAAAAO4/i-c73UomN84/s72-c/Cart%C3%A3o%2BAnivers%C3%A1rio%2BBal%C3%A3o%2BIn%C3%AAs%2B1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-2953712694676343638</id><published>2009-09-26T18:35:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T18:47:01.348-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aos príncipes e princesas da vida. Saúde!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sr6Jn0cbDUI/AAAAAAAAAOo/vfLhqDsewUw/s1600-h/errado+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 179px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385893521567452482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sr6Jn0cbDUI/AAAAAAAAAOo/vfLhqDsewUw/s400/errado+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"Nunca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; conheci ninguém que tivesse levado porrada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todos os meus conhecidos tem sido campeões em tudo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E eu, tantas vezes reles, tantas vezes porco, tantas vezes vil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu tantas vezes irrespondivelmente parasita&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Indisculpavemente sujo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu, que tantas vezes não tenho tido paciência para tomar banho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu que tantas vezes tenho sido ridículo, absurdo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que tenho enrolado os pés publicamente nos tapetes das etiquetas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que tenho sido grotesco, mesquinho, submisso e arrogante&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que tenho sofrido enxovalhos e calado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que quando não tenho calado, tenho sido mais ridículo ainda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu, que tenho sido cômico as criadas de hotel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu que tenho sentido o piscar de olhos dos moços de fretes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu que tenho feito vergonhas financeiras, pedido emprestado sem pagar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu que tenho sofrido a angústia das pequenas coisas ridículas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu verifico que não tenho par nisto tudo neste mundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toda gente que conheço e que fala comigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca teve um ato ridículo, nunca sofreu enxovalho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca foi senão príncipe - todos eles príncipes - na vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poema em linha reta, Fernando Pessoa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-2953712694676343638?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/2953712694676343638/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/dia-de-lavar-roupa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/2953712694676343638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/2953712694676343638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/dia-de-lavar-roupa.html' title='Aos príncipes e princesas da vida. Saúde!'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sr6Jn0cbDUI/AAAAAAAAAOo/vfLhqDsewUw/s72-c/errado+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-2342029068041395164</id><published>2009-09-25T08:21:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T09:06:35.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPERE-SE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SrywTptkPII/AAAAAAAAAOA/W7Ac2gZkxQU/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385373106089245826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SrywTptkPII/AAAAAAAAAOA/W7Ac2gZkxQU/s400/blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E se diante das adversidades você soubesse que pode olhar o mundo de forma diferente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...que pode desacelerar o tempo e apreciar com maior clareza a situação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O que você faria? Teria coragem para mergulhar dentro de si? E descobrir quão forte você é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Então concentre-se, confie e enfrente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VÁ ALÉM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Supere! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A adversidade faz você questionar suas limitações...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... convidando-o para ultrapassar a fina camada que impede de experimentarmos a intensidade da vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É possível transformar adversidades em conquista e realização humana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...dizendo &lt;strong&gt;SIM À VIDA&lt;/strong&gt; apesar de tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Então prepare-se! Demonstre confiança e faça o que tem que ser feito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUPERE&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ninguém vai muito longe sozinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... precisamos um do outro para voar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ELEVE-SE!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enfrente o desconhecido. Encontre o silêncio;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Há sempre uma luz indicando uma nova possibilidade de se sobrepor e apreciar as condições da vida, descobrindo assim que o potencial de realização está em nossas próprias mãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fortaleça-se com a vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vai mais longe quem tem um propósito e quem se prepara para o impossível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"QUEM TEM UM PORQUÊ ENFRENTA QUALQUER COMO" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Viktor Frankl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sexta-feira maravilhosa prá nós! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Giuliana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YE4EVhFSRAo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YE4EVhFSRAo&lt;/span&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/8534386059629756977-2342029068041395164?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/2342029068041395164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/supere-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/2342029068041395164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/2342029068041395164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/supere-se.html' title='SUPERE-SE!'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SrywTptkPII/AAAAAAAAAOA/W7Ac2gZkxQU/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-129957776048521980</id><published>2009-09-24T13:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T14:03:06.171-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Nunca se esconda, fuja, engane ou beba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas se precisar se esconder, se esconda nos braços do seu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Se precisar fugir, fuja das más companhias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Se precisar enganar, engane a morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E se precisar beber, beba naqueles momentos de tirar o fôlego."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Never lie, steal, cheat, or drink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But if you must lie, lie in the arms of the one you love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you must steal, steal away from bad company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you must cheat, cheat death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And if you must drink, drink in the moments that take your breath away." (Hitch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-129957776048521980?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/129957776048521980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/nunca-se-esconda-fuja-engane-ou-beba.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/129957776048521980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/129957776048521980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/nunca-se-esconda-fuja-engane-ou-beba.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-5658926577579790648</id><published>2009-09-24T12:55:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T13:39:05.023-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Seja Beltrano.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SrufYVTvupI/AAAAAAAAAN4/zQQYuvFEiBI/s1600-h/bandaid_coracao1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385073019837201042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SrufYVTvupI/AAAAAAAAAN4/zQQYuvFEiBI/s200/bandaid_coracao1%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Olá!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hoje escutei uma história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Há pouco tempo, em uma terra bem próxima, vivia Fulano, pessoa impaciente, impulsiva e que mentia para os outros para conseguir o que queria. Lá também vivia Beltrano, irmão de Fulano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Várias vezes Fulano magoava os outros, com suas palavras e atitudes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Em um belo dia, Fulano conversava com um amigo e seu irmão Beltrano. Em certa altura da conversa, Fulano percebeu que sua mentira não surtiu o efeito desejado e explodiu, magoando seu amigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Percebendo a atitude vil do irmão, Beltrano deu-lhe uma folha de papel e lhe disse, pacientemente:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;- Amasse esta folha de papel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mesmo estranhando, Fulano obedeceu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Depois de amassar a folha, Beltrano lhe disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;- Desamasse a folha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Fulano, impaciente, tentou desamassar a folha de papel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Beltrano o observava e isto começou a irritar Fulano, que disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;- Agora chega! Você me mandou amassar essa folha, e depois desamassar. Que coisa idiota! Essa folha jamais ficará lisa como antes, pare de ser burro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ao ver a ira de Fulano, Beltrano disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;- É exatamente isso que você faz com as pessoas ao seu redor ao mentir para obter vantagem! Sua falta de paciência e delicadeza fazem com o coração das pessoas a mesma coisa que você fez com a folha de papel: causa marcas que jamais sairão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;E complementou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;- Só fale quando suas palavras forem suaves como o silêncio."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;É!!! Isso é muito sério. Seria muito bom pensarmos antes de falar, de mentir, de enganar, de ofender, de iludir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Para o veneno das palavras ainda não existe antídoto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não diga que gosta sem saber o gosto, que vai se não vai, que ama se não ama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não finja ser o que você não é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não faça de conta que está tudo suuuuuuuuuuuper legal se não está gostando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mas, ao dizer a verdade, faça que esta seja leve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Errar é humano. Julgar é humano. Perdoar, muitas vezes, é divino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pense nisso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Beijos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Giuliana.&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/8534386059629756977-5658926577579790648?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/5658926577579790648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/seja-beltrano.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/5658926577579790648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/5658926577579790648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/seja-beltrano.html' title='Seja Beltrano.'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SrufYVTvupI/AAAAAAAAAN4/zQQYuvFEiBI/s72-c/bandaid_coracao1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-7935729205166516226</id><published>2009-09-23T00:11:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T01:02:14.356-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;À vocês que visitaram meu blog, quero agradecer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Chegamos a 1.000 visitas, com um mês de postagens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Estou muito feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Brasil, USA, Europe, Italy, France, Saudi Arabia, Unitd Kingdow, Venezuela, Greece, Tunisia, Espanha, Canada, Romania, Chile, Turkey, Republica of Macedonia, Bangladesh, Colombia, Kwait, Hungary, India, Poland, Switzerland, Bulgaria, Yemen, Egipt, Portugal, Germany, Tunisia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;MUITO OBRIGADA! THANKS A LOT! GRAZIE MILE! MERCI BEAUCOUP! SHOKRAN! GRACIAS! MULTUMESC! DANKE! TAK! SPASIVO! DZIEKUJE! ευχαριστώ! благодарность!&lt;br /&gt;धन्यवाद! σας ευχαριστούμε! благодарности! MUTULMESC! DIKY! KIITOS! BEDANKT! HVALA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Giuliana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-7935729205166516226?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/7935729205166516226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/1000-visitas-em-um-mes.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/7935729205166516226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/7935729205166516226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/1000-visitas-em-um-mes.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-3295813517959002206</id><published>2009-09-22T23:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T00:08:18.493-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SrmP8Bc82CI/AAAAAAAAANg/3NM_kmKhtO4/s1600-h/klo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384493090842925090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SrmP8Bc82CI/AAAAAAAAANg/3NM_kmKhtO4/s320/klo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"E assim, depois de muito esperar, num dia como outro qualquer, decidi triunfar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Decidi não esperar as oportunidades e, sim, eu mesmo buscá-las.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Decidi ver cada problema como uma oportunidade de encontrar uma solução.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Decidi ver cada deserto como uma possibilidade de encontrar um oásis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Decidi ver cada noite como um mistério a resolver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Decidi ver cada dia como uma nova oportunidade de ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Naquele dia, descobri que eu não era o melhor e que talvez nunca tivesse sido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixei de me importar com quem ganha ou perde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Agora me importa simplesmente saber o melhor o que fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aprendi que o difícil não é chegar lá em cima, e, sim, deixar de subir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Aprendi que o melhor triunfo é poder chamar alguém de "amigo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Descobri que o amor é mais que um simples estado de enamoramento, "o amor é uma filosofia de vida".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Naquele dia, deixei de ser um reflexo dos meus escassos triunfos passados e passei a ser uma tênue luz no presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Aprendi que de nada serve ser luz se não iluminar o caminho dos demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Naquele dia, decidi trocar tantas coisas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Naquele dia, aprendi que os sonhos existem para se tornar realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;E, desde aquele dia, já não durmo para descansar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Simplesmente durmo para sonhar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Walt Disney)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-3295813517959002206?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/3295813517959002206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-assim-depois-de-muito-esperar-num-dia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/3295813517959002206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/3295813517959002206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-assim-depois-de-muito-esperar-num-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SrmP8Bc82CI/AAAAAAAAANg/3NM_kmKhtO4/s72-c/klo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-1687370463282142725</id><published>2009-09-22T15:20:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T00:10:22.528-03:00</updated><title type='text'>VIVA OS NOIVOS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SrkaHoUqgRI/AAAAAAAAANY/YQP0vH-GOiQ/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384363547883634962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SrkaHoUqgRI/AAAAAAAAANY/YQP0vH-GOiQ/s320/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;À minha amiga Lelli e ao amigo Diego, desejo toda o amor do mundo!(agora, publicamente.rs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belíssima atitude de vocês e, certamente, um grande passo para a felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahatma Gandhi, sabiamente disse que "o amor é a força mais sutil do mundo, e que se um único homem chegar à plenitude do amor, desmanchará o ódio em milhares de outros".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou muito feliz sabendo que não existe um amando, mas vocês dois!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que Deus abençoe!&lt;br /&gt;Contem comigo sempre e pra tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Feliz da vida,&lt;br /&gt;Giuliana.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-1687370463282142725?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/1687370463282142725/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/viva-os-noivos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/1687370463282142725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/1687370463282142725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/viva-os-noivos.html' title='VIVA OS NOIVOS!!!'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SrkaHoUqgRI/AAAAAAAAANY/YQP0vH-GOiQ/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-7089303602970466579</id><published>2009-09-21T18:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T18:24:56.989-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A FLECHA DO CUPIDO (Uma em mim, outra nele)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SrfuRG5olrI/AAAAAAAAANA/Au3mtoy5Hq8/s1600-h/primavera.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384033857222252210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SrfuRG5olrI/AAAAAAAAANA/Au3mtoy5Hq8/s320/primavera.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Olá!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Saudações à primavera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Escolhi a obra "Primavera", de Sandro Botticelli, divinamente elaborada entre 1477 e 1479, para a "Villa Medicea di Castello" a pedido do próprio Lorenzo Di Médici, para representar aqui a Primavera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Diz o costume, que Vênus (Afrodite) e seu filho Cupido (Eros) surgem no fim de cada inverno, para dar vida nova para os campos. Eles debutam a primavera quando semeam flores, e com as flores, aparecem a beleza e a paixão entre os mortais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Na obra, mais personagens da mitologia clássica figuram: Zéfiro (lado direito, acinzentado), é o vento oeste, abraçando a ninfa Cloris. Botticelli representa Cloris, quando se transformava em Flora, a figura com vestido florido que cumpre sua função de embelezar o mundo com flores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sobre a cabeça de Vênus está Cupido, de olhos vendados, apontando a seta do amor em direção às Graças: Aglaia; símbolo da sensualidade, Talia; símbolo da beleza e Eufrônsina; símbolo da castidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Do lado esquerdo, note Hermes dissipando as nuvens, fechando esse ciclo mitológico. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;A obra está exposta na &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Galeria degi Uffizi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; em Florença, na Itália.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Se for pra dar uma flechada, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Cupido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, dê logo duas. E duas certeiras! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Uma em mim e outra nele!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Beijos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Giuliana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-7089303602970466579?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/7089303602970466579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/ola-saudacoes-primavera.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/7089303602970466579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/7089303602970466579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/ola-saudacoes-primavera.html' title='A FLECHA DO CUPIDO (Uma em mim, outra nele)'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SrfuRG5olrI/AAAAAAAAANA/Au3mtoy5Hq8/s72-c/primavera.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-4620667593209529106</id><published>2009-09-20T12:54:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T13:16:11.775-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu cantei pra ela ir embora!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SrZUKB88HvI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ujTwyJlzj5E/s1600-h/Giucora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+bossa+set+2009+p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383582935867465458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SrZUKB88HvI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ujTwyJlzj5E/s320/Giucora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+bossa+set+2009+p.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;É isso aí!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aqui não tem espaço pra tristeza...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ela estava querendo invadir a "àrea", mas esqueceu que é &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;persona non grata&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É!!!!!!!!!!! M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;andei ela embora cantando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Tristeza, por favor vá embora..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E ela fooooooooooiiiii!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não se permita ficar triste por nada. Tudo tem uma explicação que pode te fazer aprender. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;As únicas coisas que nos derrubam são maus sentimentos, atitudes feias e coisas desse tipo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu não tenho espaço nem tempo pra isso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Minha vida segue o princípio: paz+amor+respeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não importa o que aconteceu. Quem te gosta não quer te ver triste!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Levanta, sacode a poeira, fé em Deus e força na peruca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E "vamo que vamo"!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bom domingo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beijo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Giuliana.&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/8534386059629756977-4620667593209529106?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/4620667593209529106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu-cantei-pra-ela-ir-embora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/4620667593209529106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/4620667593209529106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu-cantei-pra-ela-ir-embora.html' title='Eu cantei pra ela ir embora!'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SrZUKB88HvI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ujTwyJlzj5E/s72-c/Giucora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+bossa+set+2009+p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-8502646314841961052</id><published>2009-09-20T00:50:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T01:37:28.607-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SrWuqi6Zw3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/VHsx12bwgCg/s1600-h/dodo+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383400975540798322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SrWuqi6Zw3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/VHsx12bwgCg/s320/dodo+053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Sete anos, meu irmão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;São sete anos, sentindo a sua falta, todos os dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Faz sete anos que Deus te chamou. São sete anos que nós não nos falamos, que não te vejo, que não te escuto, mas em nenhum desses 2.555 dias deixei de pensar em você, de lembrar de você, de rezar por você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Não esqueço as estórias, nossa história, a sua voz. Não esqueço nada seu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Você é inesquecível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Meu nº1, o único, meu irmão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Por alguns minutos, os relógios pararam, cortei o telefone, impedi o cão de latir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Silenciei o piano, para sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Chegou o cortejo, quebraram o silêncio e disseram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;"Ele se foi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Você foi meu norte, meu sul , meu leste e meu oeste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Minha semana de trabalho e meu domingo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Meu meio-dia, minha meia-noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Minha conversa, meu amor, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;meu irmão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Por um tempo não quis nada: estrela, sol, lua, mar, bosque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Depois de um tempo, não pude mais pensar que nada mais iria servir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje desejo as estrelas, não as dispenso mais, pois te encontro nelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Quero a lua outra vez, e o sol, o mar, o bosque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Descobri que o amor é eterno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;Descobri que amar muitas vezes é não ver, não ouvir, não ter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;Descobri que vou te amar, para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Descanse em paz, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;meu irmão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Com muita saudade, te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dadá.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-8502646314841961052?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/8502646314841961052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/sete-anos-meu-irmao.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/8502646314841961052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/8502646314841961052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/sete-anos-meu-irmao.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SrWuqi6Zw3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/VHsx12bwgCg/s72-c/dodo+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-5590386669706354762</id><published>2009-09-18T17:21:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T18:08:03.140-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Umbrella</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SrP2X8SU20I/AAAAAAAAAMo/nHLJ7iMAS28/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382916870818290498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SrP2X8SU20I/AAAAAAAAAMo/nHLJ7iMAS28/s320/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tem alguma coisa diferente acontecendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hoje está chovendo, coisa normal em Curitiba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O diferente da "coisa" é que&lt;/span&gt; f&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;azia um tempinho que eu não parava pra perceber a chuva, e h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oje, &lt;strong&gt;me flagrei "dividindo" meu gurda-chuva!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hummmm.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Quem sabe se o sol voltar.... A gente só "fecha o guarda-chuva", e você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;...pode ficar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Beijo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Giuliana.&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/8534386059629756977-5590386669706354762?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/5590386669706354762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/umbrella.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/5590386669706354762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/5590386669706354762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/umbrella.html' title='Umbrella'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SrP2X8SU20I/AAAAAAAAAMo/nHLJ7iMAS28/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-4526012977016637801</id><published>2009-09-17T12:01:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T13:51:40.967-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRIA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SrJom7SHMOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/CT79fCT8gFc/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382479522619142370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SrJom7SHMOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/CT79fCT8gFc/s320/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sorria, embora seu coração esteja doendo&lt;br /&gt;Sorria, mesmo que ele esteja partido&lt;br /&gt;Quando há nuvens no céu&lt;br /&gt;Você sobreviverá...&lt;br /&gt;Se você apenas sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Com seu medo e tristeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sorria e talvez amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Você descobrirá que a vida ainda vale a pena se você apenas...&lt;br /&gt;Ilumine sua face com alegria&lt;br /&gt;Esconda todo rastro de tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Embora uma lágrima possa estar tão próxima&lt;br /&gt;Este é o momento que você tem que continuar tentando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sorria! Pra que serve o choro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Você descobrirá que a vida ainda vale a pena&lt;br /&gt;Se você apenas...&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Beijo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Giuliana.&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/8534386059629756977-4526012977016637801?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/4526012977016637801/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/sorria.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/4526012977016637801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/4526012977016637801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/sorria.html' title='SORRIA!'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SrJom7SHMOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/CT79fCT8gFc/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-3779558700446780007</id><published>2009-09-17T00:30:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T01:15:30.569-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Renda-se!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SrG28a-REKI/AAAAAAAAALg/h5-CqzxlN1s/s1600-h/soldier+of+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382284178833346722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SrG28a-REKI/AAAAAAAAALg/h5-CqzxlN1s/s200/soldier+of+love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Largue suas armas e renda-se à mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Pois é desse jeito que tem que ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Largue suas armas e renda-se à mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Saia desse campo de batalha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Baby, largue suas armas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Eu sou um soldado do amor, e é difícil me derrotar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8534386059629756977-3779558700446780007?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/3779558700446780007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/renda-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/3779558700446780007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/3779558700446780007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/renda-se.html' title='Renda-se!'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SrG28a-REKI/AAAAAAAAALg/h5-CqzxlN1s/s72-c/soldier+of+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-6041393225257150063</id><published>2009-09-16T23:48:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:19:25.242-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Que é.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SrGpr9SHcpI/AAAAAAAAALI/_cakRoObKbk/s1600-h/cind+rec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382269602334470802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SrGpr9SHcpI/AAAAAAAAALI/_cakRoObKbk/s200/cind+rec.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que é a saudade,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Senão o desejo da presença&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que se sente na ausência&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De quem se ama.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que é o desejo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Senão a fome dos sentidos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por um sentido maior&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para viver.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que é a paixão,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Senão instinto,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prazer e &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;solidão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que é o reencontro,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Senão a entrega de tudo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que amarga à alma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e angustia o coração.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonhos, anseios, medo e ilusão!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-6041393225257150063?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/6041393225257150063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/que-e-saudade-senao-o-desejo-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/6041393225257150063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/6041393225257150063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/que-e-saudade-senao-o-desejo-da.html' title='Que é.'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SrGpr9SHcpI/AAAAAAAAALI/_cakRoObKbk/s72-c/cind+rec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-5244223678969993291</id><published>2009-09-16T22:05:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:09:19.970-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SEMANA NACIONAL PELA CONCILIAÇÃO META 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SrGZBEg38xI/AAAAAAAAAKw/TzgUZDwNk7U/s1600-h/conciliacao_692142753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382251273354998546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SrGZBEg38xI/AAAAAAAAAKw/TzgUZDwNk7U/s400/conciliacao_692142753.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teve início nessa segunda-feira, 14 de setembro, a SEMANA NACIONAL PELA CONCILIAÇÃO META 2, em todo o Brasil, visando a concretização de acordos amigáveis para a celeridade da Justiça brasileira.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A cerimônia de abertura da semana da conciliação meta 2 da região sul do país, aconteceu em Curitiba, na sala Clotário Portugal, no 12º andar do prédio anexo doTribunal de Justiça, com a presença do corregedor nacional de justiça, o ministro Gilson Dipp.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já no primeiro dia, a campanha atingiu a homologação e R$ 8,9 bilhões em todo o país, em 2.608 audiências. O resulatdo: 1203 acordos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A META 2 tem como objeto 5 milhões de processos, que deram entrada no ano de 2005. A Justiça Trabalhista é a que está mais perto de solucionar as demandas, com mais de 74% da meta cumprida, de acordo com o Conselho Nacional de Justiça.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Segundo o Tribunal de Justiça, no Paraná estão previstas mais de 2.500 audiências nas justiças estadual, federal e trabalhista.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Tribunal Regional da 14ª Região (Acre e Rondônia) é o sétimo tribunal que conseguiu zerar o estoque de processos enquadrados no mutirão. Os outros seis tribunais que já eliminaram os estoques até 2005 são o Superior Tribunal Militar, o Tribunal Regional Eleitoral do Acre, os Tribunais Regionais do Trabalho da 11ª (Amazonas e Roraima), 13ª &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Paraíba), 16ª (Maranhão) e 22ª (Piauí) Regiões. Todos eles receberam um certificado de cumprimento da meta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A semana da conciliação vai até o dia 18 de setmbro. em todos os estados brasileiros&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando você for convocado, compareça. Conciliar é a melhor opção.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fonte: CNJ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/8534386059629756977-5244223678969993291?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/5244223678969993291/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/semana-nacional-pela-conciliacao-meta-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/5244223678969993291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/5244223678969993291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/semana-nacional-pela-conciliacao-meta-2.html' title='SEMANA NACIONAL PELA CONCILIAÇÃO META 2'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SrGZBEg38xI/AAAAAAAAAKw/TzgUZDwNk7U/s72-c/conciliacao_692142753.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-2537482366635942910</id><published>2009-09-16T08:07:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T08:26:46.559-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CLOSER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US"  &gt;Love is an accident, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;" lang="EN-US"   &gt;waiting to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Georgia;" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;" lang="EN-US"   &gt;Desire is a stranger, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;" lang="EN-US"   &gt;you think you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;" lang="EN-US"   &gt;Intimacy is a lie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Georgia;" lang="EN-US" &gt;we tell ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;" lang="EN-US"   &gt;Truth is a game, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;" lang="EN-US"   &gt;you play to win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Georgia;" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;" lang="EN-US"   &gt;If you believe in love at first sight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you never stop looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382021061153325938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SrDHo9O3A3I/AAAAAAAAAKI/mD3REzH5RGs/s400/blog16.bmp" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amor é um acidente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;esperando para acontecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Desejo é um estranho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;você pensa que conhece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Intimidade é uma mentira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;que contamos para nós mesmos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Verdade é um jogo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;você joga pra ganhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Se você acredita em amor a primeira vista, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;você nunca para de olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-2537482366635942910?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/2537482366635942910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/closer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/2537482366635942910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/2537482366635942910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/closer.html' title='CLOSER'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SrDHo9O3A3I/AAAAAAAAAKI/mD3REzH5RGs/s72-c/blog16.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-426798983778284932</id><published>2009-09-15T11:50:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T13:04:26.031-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CONCEITOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sq-vyj2YahI/AAAAAAAAAKA/eGAf2RzMnJI/s1600-h/lll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381713362882685458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sq-vyj2YahI/AAAAAAAAAKA/eGAf2RzMnJI/s400/lll.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Existem várias maneiras de conceituar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Vou conceituar bem diferente do ilustre Aurélio Buarque de Holanda Ferreira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;E só vou conceituar o que me interessa no dia de hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Vamos lá:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SENTIMENTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; é o idioma do coração que precisa falar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ALEGRIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; é um bloco de carnaval que começou o desfile em setembro e não está nem aí se não é fevereiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;OUSADIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; é quando a coragem diz para o coração: "-VÁ!"... e ele vai mesmo. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;INDECISÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; é quando você sabe muito bem o que quer, mas deveria querer outra coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;VONTADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; é um tipo de desejo que resolveu cismar que você é a casa dele!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BEIJO:&lt;/span&gt; é um procedimento inteligente, desenvolvido pelas duas* partes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;para a interrupção mútua da fala, quando as palavras tornam-se dispensáveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*O beijo pode ter início unilateralmente e não deixar de ser um beijo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ABRAÇO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; é um procedimento inteligente que devemos sempre executar quando encontramos com aguém querido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;FELICIDADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; é um agora sem pressa nenhuma de acabar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DESEJO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; é uma pessoa com sede.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SEGREDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; é quando você não pode contar, de jeito nenhum, seja pelo bem de todos, pela preservação de algo ou por ética.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ANSIEDADE:&lt;/span&gt; é quando sempre falta 1 minuto pra seja lá o que for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;TEMPO:&lt;/span&gt; é uma coisa que eu queria que voltasse, nem que fosse uns 3 dias, mas não volta de jeito nenhum. Também, pode ser uma coisa que eu queira que passe bem rápico, tudo depende...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SAUDADE:&lt;/span&gt; é quando o momento tenta fugir da mera lembrança para acontecer de novo e a outra pessoa não está ali, portanto, não acontece. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;INTUIÇÃO: é quando o coração dá uma ida até o futuro já volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pense nisso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Beijo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Giuliana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-426798983778284932?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/426798983778284932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/conceitos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/426798983778284932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/426798983778284932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/conceitos.html' title='CONCEITOS'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sq-vyj2YahI/AAAAAAAAAKA/eGAf2RzMnJI/s72-c/lll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-8213326546322516733</id><published>2009-09-14T12:43:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T16:48:17.691-03:00</updated><title type='text'>STAND BY ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sq6FebIZqKI/AAAAAAAAAJI/YWCQYx1bgRk/s1600-h/rogerinaction1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381385362479884450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sq6FebIZqKI/AAAAAAAAAJI/YWCQYx1bgRk/s400/rogerinaction1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nada como ganhar presentes na segunda-feira. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Vou falar de um deles, que ganhei de um amigo de SP, uma pessoa linda, extremamente crismática, sempre alto astral e que há algum tempo virou "&lt;em&gt;chef&lt;/em&gt;": o Marcos Ferrari, ou, Marquito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Do Marquito ganhei a inspiração de hoje, a qual faço questão de dividir com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Trata-se da música "Stand By Me", gravada por nada mais, nada menos que os Beatles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;A diferença hoje é QUEM CANTA: Roger Ridley, THE BLUESMAN &amp;amp; FRIENDS, no movimento PLAYING FOR CHANGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ridley foi cantor que parou cada um que passou por ele, por ser um homem iluminado! Ridley, ultimamente, cantava na 3rd street Promenade, em Santa Monica, na Califórnia (EUA). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;O popular Roger Ridley, foi chamado por Deus no dia 16 de novembro de 2005, a quem amou a vida toda e à quem sempre foi fiél. Ridley percorreu os EUA emocionando. Hoje temos uma lembrança dele, no seu blog, onde se pode saber muito mais sobre esse nobre homem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rogerridleybluesman.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;www.rogerridleybluesman.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ridley inicia o SHOW, com palavras de sabedoria e a surpresa é que vários artistas continuam cantando e tocando, mas cada um em um lugar do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Assim disse Roger Ridley:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Não importa quem você é. Não importa aonde você vai, na sua vida. EM ALGUM MOMENTO, VOCÊ VAI PRECISAR DE ALGUÉM QUE TE APOIE! Não faz diferença quanto dinheiro você tem, ou se atingiu o ápice, VOCÊ VAI PRECISAR DE ALGUÉM DO SEU LADO!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;No vídeo, você encontrará artistas conhecidos em suas cidades, como Grandpa Elliott (Elliott Small, que não teve o privilégio de ver o mundo ao seu redor, mas mostrou na música que acumulou "dois dons", ao fazer SHOW com uma gaita mágica, no French Quater, em New Orleans/Louisiana/EUA, aqui acompanhado por "The washboard Chaz" (Grandpa acalmando um bebê, cantando a música do "Barney", e logo após um show... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UvY_PkypXIU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;www.youtube.com/watch?v=UvY_PkypXIU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Mundo afora, apreciaremos Clarence Bekker, conhecido por "The positive vibration Amsterdam"/Países Baixos; "Twin Eagle Drum Group", Zuni/Novo México (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ywD92bPoLDk"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;www.youtube.com/watch?v=ywD92bPoLDk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;); François Viguié, Toulouse/França; Cesar Pope, Rio de Janeiro, Brasil; Dimitri Dolganov, Moscow/Russia; Robero Luti, New Orleans, Louisiana/EUA; Geraldo &amp;amp; Dionisio, em Caracas/Venezuela; Junior Kissangua Mbouta, Congo/África; Pokei Klaas, em Gugulethu/África do Sul; Django Gegen, Barcelona/Espanha; o grupo Sinamuva, Umlazi/África do Sul; Stefano Tomaselli, Pisa/Itália; Vusi Mahlasela, Mamelodi/África do Sul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;O link do vídeo é: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Us-TVg40ExM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Us-TVg40ExM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Aproveitem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Beijo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Giuliana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-8213326546322516733?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/8213326546322516733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/stand-by-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/8213326546322516733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/8213326546322516733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/stand-by-me.html' title='STAND BY ME!'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sq6FebIZqKI/AAAAAAAAAJI/YWCQYx1bgRk/s72-c/rogerinaction1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-1645593793664775620</id><published>2009-09-14T08:45:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T08:59:01.943-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosas no meu jardim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sq4uC7r8fbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/d12c66WvZ94/s1600-h/rosas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381289232670948786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sq4uC7r8fbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/d12c66WvZ94/s200/rosas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Porque eu gosto é de rosas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E rosas e rosas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muitas vezes são vermelhas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas sempre são rosas..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;P.S:Ótima escolha essas rosas "coloridas".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-1645593793664775620?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/1645593793664775620/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/rosas-no-meu-jardim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/1645593793664775620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/1645593793664775620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/rosas-no-meu-jardim.html' title='Rosas no meu jardim'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sq4uC7r8fbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/d12c66WvZ94/s72-c/rosas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-1308110313066940704</id><published>2009-09-13T21:00:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:25:32.802-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E o ritmo mudou!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sq2KHVvZEsI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wr6t-fOrqeA/s1600-h/Giu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381108988477248194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sq2KHVvZEsI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wr6t-fOrqeA/s320/Giu.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A minha alegria atravessou o mar&lt;br /&gt;E ancorou na passarela&lt;br /&gt;Fez um desembarque fascinante&lt;br /&gt;No maior show da terra&lt;br /&gt;Será que eu serei o dono desta festa&lt;br /&gt;Um rei&lt;br /&gt;No meio de uma gente tão modesta&lt;br /&gt;Eu vim descendo a serra&lt;br /&gt;Cheio de euforia para desfilar&lt;br /&gt;O mundo inteiro espera&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é dia do riso chorar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;( &lt;strong&gt;Chorar de alegria&lt;/strong&gt;!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;!!!!!Contagem regressiva!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Beijo da Giuliana*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;(*Confirmo 2010!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/8534386059629756977-1308110313066940704?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/1308110313066940704/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-o-ritmo-mudou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/1308110313066940704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/1308110313066940704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-o-ritmo-mudou.html' title='E o ritmo mudou!!'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sq2KHVvZEsI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wr6t-fOrqeA/s72-c/Giu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-1839420927969775207</id><published>2009-09-13T13:44:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:39:20.820-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Passos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sq08b_nW2xI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0LWcZ7TUZ8Q/s1600-h/michelangelo-o%2520dedo%2520de%2520deus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 213px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381023581408254738" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sq08b_nW2xI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0LWcZ7TUZ8Q/s320/michelangelo-o%2520dedo%2520de%2520deus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Existe uma pergunta muito conhecida por nós:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Quantas vezes estou entre muitas pessoas e me sinto sozinha?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;É, isso acontece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;A solidão geralmente me pega desprevinida, e muitas vezes achei que ela era um sentimento completamente negativo: EIS O GRANDE ENGANO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;A solidão me leva à reflexão, e e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;ssa reflexão deve ser POSITIVA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nesta "fase", tento produzir!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se você está sentindo solidão, aproveite para tornar-se íntimo de si.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIM!!! Nós somos "íntimos" de várias pessoas, e não temos intimidade suficiente conosco.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em uma experiência de profunda solidão (seja pela perda de uma pessoa que amamos, seja por uma separação, etc.) podemos traçar metas para o nosso futuro. Podemos pensar no nosso passado e resolver as "culpas" que carregamos, e que tanto nos atrasam. Podemos perdoar os que culpamos por NOSSOS fracassos e perdoarmos a nós mesmos por termos fracassado. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;A única maneira de vencer a culpa é o perdão, portanto: PERDOE-SE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pense em você como seu melhor amigo. Trate de você como se você fosse um jardim: regue, cuide, admire... Retire todas as ervas daninhas (o medo, a insegurança, a mágoa, a raiva, etc.), pois o sentimento ruim não te pertence. Pensar negativo é para os maus e somos do BEM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuide do seu corpo como cuida da sua casa, pois é nele que você vive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Controle o seu interior, deixe bem claro que é você quem dá as ordens, e que você não ACEITARÁ uma mensagem interior de derrota, de tristeza ou qualquer mensagem negativa. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assim que você receber esta mensagem, a SUBSTITUA imediatamente por imagens positivas, por sonhos positivos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu NÃO EXISTO PARA A SOLIDÃO. Preciso de amigos, bons amigos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seria muito triste a nossa existência sem amigos. Por isso, temos que tratar as pessoas como queremos que elas nos tratem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Veja bem: não estou falando para sermos coniventes ou aceitarmos tudo o que nos fazem e que não gostamos, mas sim, FILTRAR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Precisamos de um "filtro", para as pessoas e as críticas. Se forem positivas, aceitemos e façamos com que estas nos ajudem a crescer. Já as negativas, as MAL INTENCIONADAS, podem ser o passo para mergulharmos na tristeza, portanto, deixemos "de lado" essas pessoas ou críticas, num lado beeeeeeeeeeeeem longe!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Existe alguém que nunca nos deixa, nem quando nos sentimos só: Deus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acredito em 3 passos para derrotar a solidão:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 - Sentir a presença de Deus e escutar o que ele me diz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;2- Encontrar os amigos. Muitas vezes, Deus nos manda anjos em forma de amigos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 - SAIR DA SOLIDÃO E VOLTAR!!! Tem gente precisando demais de mim. Quando ajudo os outros, derroto a solidão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você tem uma missão e eu também: a de sermos e fazermos pessoas felizes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijo e ótimo fim de domingo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giuliana.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-1839420927969775207?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/1839420927969775207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/passos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/1839420927969775207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/1839420927969775207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/passos.html' title='Passos'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sq08b_nW2xI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0LWcZ7TUZ8Q/s72-c/michelangelo-o%2520dedo%2520de%2520deus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-2932285622157041365</id><published>2009-09-11T14:30:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T01:19:59.717-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqqLgXuP4QI/AAAAAAAAAGw/n6xPz-3wZDA/s1600-h/CHAI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 132px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 95px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380266093087547650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqqLgXuP4QI/AAAAAAAAAGw/n6xPz-3wZDA/s320/CHAI.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para quem não assistiu a reportagem do Mestre DeRose, aí vai o link com a receita do CHAI.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nesse friozinho, um CHAI é uma boa pedida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rpctv.com.br/paranatv1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.rpctv.com.br/paranatv1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; clica em "Receita do Chai".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um ótimo fim de tarde, "Thanks God, It's Friday!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saboreiem seu Chai e... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SWÁSTHYA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giuliana.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-2932285622157041365?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/2932285622157041365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/para-quem-nao-assistiu-reportagem-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/2932285622157041365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/2932285622157041365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/para-quem-nao-assistiu-reportagem-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqqLgXuP4QI/AAAAAAAAAGw/n6xPz-3wZDA/s72-c/CHAI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-4750078719688739545</id><published>2009-09-10T23:43:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T01:31:07.117-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqnFh3anLBI/AAAAAAAAAGg/dS6_Kuxl7j4/s1600-h/mar%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380048415472692242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqnFh3anLBI/AAAAAAAAAGg/dS6_Kuxl7j4/s400/mar%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois é, vejam só.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu estava voltando pra casa, agora a pouco, passando pelo Largo da Ordem, resolvi estender o caminho, só pra escutar umas músicas do Suggar Ray. Impressionante como a música faz parte da minha vida. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na alegria e na tristeza, na saúde e na doença (ui, isolaaaaa!!! Toc,toc,toc!)...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pensando numa partida, pude perceber que quando acaba é que eu me apaixono de novo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penso nas coisas que eu disse, que ajudaram e nas que atrapalharam e vejo que elas não fazem mais sentido, viraram pó. Os programas favoritos, as músicas, as piadas, as críticas foram eternas, até se ver que a hora de se apaixonar de novo chegou, e a eternidade acabou!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou seria a hora de pedir um "replay"??? Talvez amanhã, por hoje acabou. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O vazio deixado por alguém que partiu, dói igual a um nariz quebrado (disso eu entendo, hahaha): na hora é insuportável, precisa de analgésicos, gelo, etc... No dia seguinte está estampado na sua cara o que aconteceu, e não dá nem pra passar uma maquiagem para disfarçar o estrago.. No terceiro dia o "hematoma"começa a sair, clarear, desinchar, coloca-se um belíssimo óculos de sol e: rua!!! E conforme o tempo passa, se sobrar um desvio de septo, você vai num bom otorrino e conserta, hahaha! Assim as pessoas são vencidas pela sua própria falta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O mais absurdo de alguém que parte, é que depois de um tempo, você percebe que ele(a) nem faz tanta falta assim, que foi mais um exagero, afinal, quando acaba, está na hora de nos apaixonarmos outra vez!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E isso não é válido somente para o amor. Vale para tudo: negócios &amp;amp; relacionamentos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sempre que alguém partiu, uma pessoa jamais deixou de estar perto de mim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É só eu chamar, quando acho tudo sem sentido e ele está prontamente do meu lado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele sempre fala: "Relaxa! Vou te levar pra lá."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nós sempre vamos para um lugar maravilhoso, ele tem muito bom gosto ao escolher nosso itinerário. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nosso lugar é o de sempre: um mar azul mediterrâneo, duas cadeiras de praia e nós dois.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele tem muita sorte e sempre faz sol... E lá ficamos conversando, e quando volto, sou outra Giuliana!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antes de voltar eu entro naquele mar profundo e maravilhoso e tudo que não quero deixo lá...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele me ama e eu também o amo. Mas como sabemos que não podemos nos ausentar por muito tempo, parece ser tudo muito rápido...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com ele escuto músicas de outros tempos e parece que tudo desaparece, menos nós!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele me fala: "Comece de novo, tenha paciência, perdoe os outros, se perdoe, não magoe as pessoas, tente ser melhor e AME!. Ame a todos, acima de todas as coisas, não importa o que tentem dizer, perdoe e ame!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje esse post é Teu! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje preciso contar pro mundo que é você que me suporta e me dá suporte, que me conduz e hoje faço questão de te apresentar aos que ainda não te conhecem (apesar de acreditar que sejam bem poucos...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DEUS!!! Venha aqui, por favor!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esse é ele, ou melhor, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ele: Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A resposta para tudo e para todos está nele.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giuliana.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-4750078719688739545?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/4750078719688739545/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/pois-e-vejam-so.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/4750078719688739545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/4750078719688739545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/pois-e-vejam-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqnFh3anLBI/AAAAAAAAAGg/dS6_Kuxl7j4/s72-c/mar%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-6441063242168085078</id><published>2009-09-10T17:00:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T02:58:17.583-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mestre DeRose, Swásthya Yôga &amp; Chai!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqlfP4DetYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wp0q9hjLJSo/s1600-h/aniversario-mestre-derose-dia-do-yoga-18-de-fevereiro-2009%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379935956220425602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqlfP4DetYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wp0q9hjLJSo/s200/aniversario-mestre-derose-dia-do-yoga-18-de-fevereiro-2009%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Olá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;No meio da correria dessa quinta, vai uma dica para os que moram no Paraná*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Amanhã, a repórter Dulcinéia Novaes entrevistará o Mestre DeRose, no Paraná TV 1ª edição e ele ensinará como preparar o verdadeiro "CHAI", uma deliciosa bebida, muito consumida na Índia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E por falar no Mestre DeRose, estava lembrando das nossas aulas de Swásthya Yoga, aqui na unidade Bom Retiro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shico, Marjorie Meyer, Wagner, Alessandra, Giba, Wander e muitos amigos... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As práticas, o Sat Crakra, os yôgins e &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;o Mestre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas uma delícia também era o CHAI, delícia indescritível!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ficou curioso?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assista amanhã a entrevista, na RPC, faça seu CHAI e depois me responda:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É uma delíííííííícia?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Jaya Guruji Ôm Dê!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;SWÁSTHYA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Beijo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Giuliana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*Se você não mora no Paraná, depois da entrevista, deixarei o link com a receita do Mestre. Caso deseje obter maiores informações sobre o SWÁSTHYA YÔGA, acesse: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uni-yoga.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.uni-yoga.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/8534386059629756977-6441063242168085078?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/6441063242168085078/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/mestre-derose-swasthya-yoga-chai.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/6441063242168085078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/6441063242168085078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/mestre-derose-swasthya-yoga-chai.html' title='Mestre DeRose, Swásthya Yôga &amp; Chai!'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqlfP4DetYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wp0q9hjLJSo/s72-c/aniversario-mestre-derose-dia-do-yoga-18-de-fevereiro-2009%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-5722629352596671814</id><published>2009-09-09T23:06:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T02:45:25.323-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sqhh34yi4NI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zf9q4y-Nwcc/s1600-h/cachorro-feliz%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379657367659143378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sqhh34yi4NI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zf9q4y-Nwcc/s320/cachorro-feliz%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="HOTWordsTxt" align="center" name="HOTWordsTxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;FELIZ DIA DO VETERINÁRIO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div name="HOTWordsTxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/8534386059629756977-5722629352596671814?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/5722629352596671814/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/feliz-dia-do-veterinario.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/5722629352596671814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/5722629352596671814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/feliz-dia-do-veterinario.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sqhh34yi4NI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zf9q4y-Nwcc/s72-c/cachorro-feliz%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-708045855332189189</id><published>2009-09-09T16:58:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T18:07:36.086-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TUDO PASSA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqgXhY379wI/AAAAAAAAAGI/rRMekO5fpwM/s1600-h/M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 365px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379575617274246914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqgXhY379wI/AAAAAAAAAGI/rRMekO5fpwM/s400/M.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Olhando a chuva pensei: " Bem que essa chuva poderia passar..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dali a pouco surgem raios de sol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;E agora, com o sol brilhando lá fora, na janela restam apenas algumas gotas daquela chuva que parecia interminável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Da mesma maneira que a chuva passou, em algumas horas, o sol também passou e vem chegando a noite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Colocando minhas experiências boas e más, como o sol e a noite, concluo que se a &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqgWiGIYt1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/4IjNUw7lkcA/s1600-h/M.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;maior das alegrias passa, se a tristeza passa, se a dor passa, se a paixão passa, então  TUDO PASSA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ontem foi seu dia, ontem passou. Se ontem passou; ontem é passado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Se ontem foi você, hoje sou eu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;e se ontem foi você e hoje sou eu, como será o amanhã?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Muito me agradaria se o amanhã fossemos nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Porém, se para o "ontem" estiver muito difícil seguir ao lado do "hoje"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Para o "hoje" que venha o "amanhã"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Beijo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Giuliana.&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/8534386059629756977-708045855332189189?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/708045855332189189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/tudo-passa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/708045855332189189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/708045855332189189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/tudo-passa.html' title='TUDO PASSA...'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqgXhY379wI/AAAAAAAAAGI/rRMekO5fpwM/s72-c/M.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-8286216738742923105</id><published>2009-09-08T22:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:24:04.232-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Você pode até me dizer que não entendeu tudo que eu te disse, ou o motivo do posterior silêncio. Mas nunca, jamais poderá dizer que não entendeu o jeito que te olhei. Jamais."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-8286216738742923105?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/8286216738742923105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/voce-pode-ate-me-dizer-que-nao-entendeu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/8286216738742923105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/8286216738742923105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/voce-pode-ate-me-dizer-que-nao-entendeu.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-8360413569955499174</id><published>2009-09-08T16:51:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T02:47:52.512-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O SILÊNCIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379196481272669106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sqa-sxNJ47I/AAAAAAAAAF4/h9-WYPneezg/s400/FINGER.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje é dia de silêncio...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para mim, os dias de silêncio são os sucessores de dias de "Por que?".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encontrei a resposta para o "por que", e diante dela só me resta o silêncio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O silêncio é o despertar de um sono, de uma dúvida. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É o começo de um fim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O silêncio projeta-se entre luzes e sombras.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desde o anterior não até o atual sim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espero no silêncio de hoje, a solução do problema de ontem e o prenúncio de um melhor amanhã.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez amanhã seja dia de barulho, ou, quem sabe, daqui a cinco minutos? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As coisas acontecem e mudam tão rápido... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falar seria fácil demais... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giuliana.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-8360413569955499174?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/8360413569955499174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-silencio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/8360413569955499174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/8360413569955499174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-silencio.html' title='O SILÊNCIO'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/Sqa-sxNJ47I/AAAAAAAAAF4/h9-WYPneezg/s72-c/FINGER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-1590482745618885682</id><published>2009-09-07T19:23:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T18:28:15.143-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"You may say I'm a dreamer, but I´m not the only one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I hope someday you'll join us, and the world will be as one." &lt;strong&gt;John Lennon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-1590482745618885682?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/1590482745618885682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-may-say-im-dreamer-but-im-not-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/1590482745618885682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/1590482745618885682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-may-say-im-dreamer-but-im-not-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-1588930766755835533</id><published>2009-09-07T15:33:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T07:56:55.207-03:00</updated><title type='text'>187 anos da Independência do Brasil.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqVj75uZqrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XeUwtS6S0ZA/s1600-h/720px-Flag_of_Brazil.svg%5B1%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378815210722798258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqVj75uZqrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XeUwtS6S0ZA/s400/720px-Flag_of_Brazil.svg%5B1%5D.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Uau, que tema difícil com o atual vexame político que envergonha nossa Pátria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Vergonha tamanha, que extrapola as paredes do congresso e fere nossos ouvidos, ao ouvirmos uma certa "cantora" (de meia pataca!!!) destruir o nosso Hino!!! Affff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mas devemos pensar no passado e no futuro, foi assim que entrei no clima, ao ver nossos bravos Pracinhas desfilando hoje! Quanta emoção naqueles "Boinas Azuis"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nossa Pátria ainda tem &lt;strong&gt;UM POVO HERÓICO&lt;/strong&gt; que honra o chão brasileiro que habita, a água brasileira que bebe, a bandeira que carrega. Nem tudo está perdido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ir ao desfile do Dia da Independência não é considerado pela maioria um passeio interessante... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;EIS O GRANDE ENGANO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje mais de 80 mil pessoas foram até a Avenida Cândido de Abreu prestigiar o desfile-militar em Curitiba, onde 10 mil pessoas, entre alunos de escolas estaduais, membros de entidades civis e das tropas da Marinha, Exército e Aeronáutica, policiais militares, policiais civís e do Corpo de Bombeiros transpareceram seu amor pelo Brasil&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Temos que resgatar nosso País, mas nem o C.O.E e T.I.G.R.E. juntos conseguirão, apesar de ímpar competência e eficiência em 100% das operações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;O primeiro passo para mudarmos esse país é mudando nossos conceitos: honrando nossa Bandeira, nosso Hino, nossa Pátria amada, &lt;strong&gt;COM O BRADO RETUMBANTE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Se esse for nosso pensamento, &lt;strong&gt;jamais votaremos em algum candidato que tenha maus antecedentes&lt;/strong&gt;, valorizaremos nossa polícia, o exército, marinha, aeronáutica, nossos eximes bombeiros e todos os que desfilaram, em nome da Pátria, no dia de hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hoje, &lt;strong&gt;O SOL DA LIBERDADE EM RAIOS FÚLGIDOS&lt;/strong&gt; estava tímido, escondidinho no céu, mas os que no dia-a-dia AMAM a Nação, os que lutam, salvam e protegem a vida dos brasileiros, esqueceram por alguns minutos da balburdia política, e mostraram aos quatro ventos que são &lt;strong&gt;UM POVO HERÓICO!&lt;/strong&gt; Para eles, diferentemente da maioria de nossos representantes políticos de grande fortuna, (lícita ou não) não importava &lt;strong&gt;NEM MESMO SE O ESTADO BRASILEIRO DEPOSITARÁ SEUS PAGAMENTOS NO FINAL DO MÊS! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Gente: o Brasil&lt;strong&gt; NÃO É ESSA BAGUNÇA QUE A TV NOS MOSTRA! O Brasil ESTÁ essa bagunça que a TV nos mostra.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;O Brasil é nossa terra, nosso ar, nossa água, nosso verde, amarelo, azul e branco!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nossa Nação é&lt;strong&gt; UM SONHO INTENSO, UM RAIO VÍVIDO DE AMOR E DE ESPERANÇA, pois estes dois nobres sentimentos nos farão educar nossos filhos, nos levarão a pensar nas mãos de quem entregaremos nosso país, antes que apertermos o "confirmar" na urna eletrônica.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img class="gl_bold" border="0" alt="Negrito" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nosso Brasil é&lt;strong&gt; GIGANTE PELA PRÓPRIA NATUREZA!&lt;/strong&gt; É&lt;strong&gt; BELO,&lt;/strong&gt; é&lt;strong&gt; FORTE, DESTEMIDO COLOSSO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nosso BRASIL cintila, com seus mares, seus bosques, suas flores, suas vidas, seus amores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ó PÁTRIA AMADA, IDOLATRADA! SALVE! SALVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Vamos demonstrar nosso&lt;strong&gt; AMOR ETERNO,&lt;/strong&gt; e que este&lt;strong&gt; SEJA SÍMBOLO da bandeira estrelada, verde-louro que hostentamos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que a frase para essa mudança seja:&lt;strong&gt; - PAZ NO FUTURO E GLÓRIA NO PASSADO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que a nossa &lt;strong&gt;CLAVA&lt;/strong&gt; não seja bélica, mas uma nova clava, de consciência, amor e justiça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que passemos a mostrar à nossa pátria-mãe que &lt;strong&gt;UM FILHO SEU NÃO FOGE À LUTA&lt;/strong&gt; e&lt;strong&gt; NEM TEME, QUEM TE ADORA, A PRÓPRIA MORTE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Vamos tentar! Com&lt;strong&gt; O BRADO RETUMBANTE,&lt;/strong&gt; com &lt;strong&gt;BRAÇO FORTE&lt;/strong&gt; ou somente com &lt;strong&gt;IMPÁVIDA&lt;/strong&gt; consciência eleitoral, s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;eja lá daonde for, mesmo que não seja &lt;strong&gt;DAS MARGENS PLÁCIDAS DO IPIRANGA...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A atual "independência" do Brasil está nas pontas dos dedos de cada um de nós, quando nos dirigirmos às Urnas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Está nas suas mãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Encerro o apelo com palavras de um BRAVO BRASILEIRO da COE, que como filho desta Pátria, não foge à luta: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Se for bom, amanhã será melhor ainda!"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Jocowski)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pense nisso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Beijo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Giuliana Carta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-1588930766755835533?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/1588930766755835533/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/187-anos-da-independencia-do-brasil.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/1588930766755835533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/1588930766755835533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/187-anos-da-independencia-do-brasil.html' title='187 anos da Independência do Brasil.'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqVj75uZqrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XeUwtS6S0ZA/s72-c/720px-Flag_of_Brazil.svg%5B1%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-7151906858168576571</id><published>2009-09-06T00:12:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T01:57:31.574-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqM5swK5jtI/AAAAAAAAAEI/LjvQEpzavM4/s1600-h/africa2010_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378205821018148562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqM5swK5jtI/AAAAAAAAAEI/LjvQEpzavM4/s400/africa2010_logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Comeeeeeeeça o jogooooooooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;E era só o começo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Quem diria que aquela Argentina, que chegou "tocando o terror" sairia com um saldinho negativo??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;EU DISSE! Apesar de não ter absoluta certeza, como boa brasileira, eu sabia que daria certo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Rola a bola e aos 11 minutos vem o Messi e manda a bola por cima do gol de Julio Cesar... Ufa! E novamente Messi, aos 15 minutos na cobrança de falta calcula bem o gol e..  manda na barreiraaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estava demorando, hehe... Cartãozinho amarelo básico pro Kaká e pro Lúcio, coitadoooooos... não jogarão contra o Chile, em Salvador. Bola vai, bola vem, e aos 23 minutos Elano cruza, Luisão vai de cabeça e é &lt;strong&gt;GOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL DO BRASIL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Aos 25, Véron põe o pé na bola e até tenta empatar, mas não adiantou: hoje é a NOSSA NOITE! Aos 29 minutinhos, &lt;strong&gt;GOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLL DO BRASIL&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Luis Fabiano aproveita o rebote do goleiro, dá um "totózinho"e gruda a bola na rede, hehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Los hermanos começam a querer correr, tentam e enfim, o Brasil retoma a posse da bola e... ui! Quase pinta o terceiro, mas Andúrra se mexe e salva a Argentina!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;O clima vai ficando tenso e Luis Fabiano é contemplado com um amarelinho básico, e também está fora do jogo contra o Chile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Fim do primeiro tempo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nossa! Que jogão! Como de praxe, assisto com meu vizinho, o Gabi, um palmeirense que carrego na seleção do meu coração. O curioso é que hoje ele torce lá de Lyon e eu aqui de Curitiba, mas assistimos juntos, comentando no msn, e até parecia que ele estava aqui. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amigo guerreiro assiste jogo junto mesmo quando separado!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Começa o segundo tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Los hermanos chegam com tudo! E nós tentamos, e eles tentam, e no meio das tentativas vem Véron, mas nossa zaga não falha! A Argentina pressiona, e aos 19 minutos Dátolo tira todas as chances de Julio Cesar, com um chutão de fora da área. &lt;strong&gt;GOOOOL da Argentina...!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Opaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! Pra frente Brasil!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kaká dá uma gingada, passa pra Luis Fabiano e aos 21 minutos sai mais um &lt;strong&gt;GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLL  DO BRASILLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Eu vibro aqui!!!!!! O Gabriel vibra na França, mas o que importa é que nossa vibração está na mesma frequência! Vibramos pelo Brasil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Daí pra frente foi tenso. O Maicon cruzou pro Ramirez e ele quase marcou... UUUUUIIII!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Luizão salva aqui, Julio Cesar ali, e na virada quaaaaaaaase que André Santos faz o quarto no Andúrra! Daniel também assusta o goleiro hermano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;E, aos 32 minutos, Dunga ordena: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Que entre O IMPERADOR!!!!!"  ADRIANO em campo! Uau!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;A Argentina ainda tenta com Milito, mas não deu certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Fim de jogo em Rosário, terra de Maradona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Argentina 1 x 3 Brasil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Data máxima vênia, hermanos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;HOJE A NOITE É NOSSA! HOJE GARANTIMOS A COPA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Até hoje eu achava que brilhantes combinavam com qualquer pessoa. Hoje sei que estava errada... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Desculpa aí, Maradona! Os brincos são lindos, mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Beijo verde e amarelo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Giuliana Carta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;P.S.: Volta logo, Gabi! 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Temos um problema nacional(dentre inúmeros) que me preocupa demais: a super população de cães. Basta sair na rua e ver. Esses animais são vítimas de maus-tratos e até podem se tornar violentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À partir do momento que você escolhe um animalzinho, ele depende de você. E você tem a obrigação de exercer a guarda responsável do animal, ou seja: comida, água, higiene, cuidados veterinários, abrigo e CARINHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de optar pela compra do seu amigo, lembre-se que existem milhares de cachorrinhos maravilhosos ^te esperando. Ao invés de comprar, que tal adotar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A adoção de cães vem reduzindo sensivelmente o número de sacrifícios nos Centros de Zoonose. Não compre animais, muito menos por impulso e nem se desfaça deles na primeira dificuldade. E, ao adotar, castre seu animal. Assim diminuiremos a super população canina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caso, infelizmente, você opte pela compra, exija dos criadores e dos comerciantes um animal já castrado, chipado, tatuado e registrado, e, restando ou surgindo dúvidas, procure um veterinário, ele saberá te orientar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maltratar animal é crime!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lei Federal 9.605 - art. 32&lt;em&gt;:"Praticar ato de abuso, maus-tratos, ferir ou mutilar animais silvestres, domésticos, nativos ou exóticos"&lt;/em&gt;PENA: multa e PRISÃO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você também pode ajudar!&lt;br /&gt;É nosso dever denunciar maus-tratos e se você pedir sigilo, SEU NOME NÃO SERÁ DIVULGADO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mude sua cidade, dê o exemplo, tenha humanidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PENSE NISSO, BICHO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo.&lt;br /&gt;Giuliana Carta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensebicho.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.pensebicho.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-4569676897394458621?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/4569676897394458621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/pense-bicho_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/4569676897394458621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/4569676897394458621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/pense-bicho_05.html' title='Pense, bicho!'/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqKm7lvh6ZI/AAAAAAAAADg/vrcBBg0K76o/s72-c/x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-8101469966537032530</id><published>2009-09-04T12:35:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T17:08:41.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqE8M4ugk9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/CxYXD1JaqDk/s1600-h/F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377645622140638162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqE8M4ugk9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/CxYXD1JaqDk/s400/F.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Olá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estava pensando em como começar a me expressar por aqui e concluo que tenho que escrever como "EU MESMA", ou seja, desse jeito, do meu jeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esse blog é um sonho de alguns meses que se concretizou graças a uma extraordinária mulher: &lt;strong&gt;Fátima Lacerda.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não falarei de mim hoje, apesar de estar nadando em alegria pelo blog, nem das minhas lutas contra o holocausto animal, nem dos projetos de lei, nem da possível volta do "CPMF", nem da última VOGUE, que aliás, está maravilhosa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O assunto é Fatinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quantas vezes em nossas vidas somos ajudados, impulsionados, incentivados por pessoas que nem sonhamos? Aposto que todos tem uma lembrança assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Fatinha chegou em um momento de muita alegria, através de uma pessoa muito querida, permaneceu nos momentos nem tão bons, sempre rindo da tristeza e saudando a alegria, e assim ela FICOU. Mas não só ficou: FICOU, JUSTIFCOU E CAUSOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje, quero que você reflita e agradeça pelas pessoas da sua vida, sejam elas uma Fatinha ou não. Nem todas são Fatinha, nem todas deixam sua vida para te ajudar a construir um pedacinho da tua, como ela fez e está fazendo comigo, mas todas são &lt;strong&gt;PESSOAS.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;É óbvio que existem pessoas que além de não te ajudar a construir, ainda te levam uns pedacinhos, mas isso é o de menos. Também existem as que nunca reconhecem o quanto você é show, mas, c&lt;/span&gt;omo &lt;strong&gt;DIZ&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; John Lennon :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Quando fizeres algo nobre e belo e ninguém notar,não fique triste. Pois o sol toda manhã faz um lindo espetáculo e no entanto, a maioria da platéia ainda dorme..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="aut"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="aut"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É isso aí! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="aut"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aos que me ajudam, todo o meu amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="aut"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aos que levaram um pedacinho: espero que tal pedacinho se multiplique e que você seja enormemente feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aos que não reconhecem, só tempo e a falta mostrarão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="aut"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Obrigada Fatinha, amigos e também pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="aut"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah! E se a vida teimar em não brilhar:&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;joga GLITTER nela!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="aut"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um super beijo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="aut"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Giuliana Carta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;escrevi &lt;strong&gt;DIZ&lt;/strong&gt; porquê para mim tudo que é bom é ETERNO. Por ser John-John e por ser bom e eterno, o verbo é no presente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-8101469966537032530?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/8101469966537032530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/ola-estava-pensando-em-como-comecar-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/8101469966537032530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/8101469966537032530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/ola-estava-pensando-em-como-comecar-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqE8M4ugk9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/CxYXD1JaqDk/s72-c/F.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-749113066698513995</id><published>2009-09-04T11:33:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T11:44:25.037-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; 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font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a paixão tem a noção exata do que é a brevidade da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sabe que é efêmera precisa aproveitar cada segundo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;(Desconheço autor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Beijos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Giuliana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-749113066698513995?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/749113066698513995/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/oi-vim-aqui-desejar-um-bom-feriado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/749113066698513995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/749113066698513995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/oi-vim-aqui-desejar-um-bom-feriado.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqEnYDw03pI/AAAAAAAAADI/RcSK4i4vKag/s72-c/hnm6s98x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-4062259246472864954</id><published>2009-09-03T22:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:25:38.140-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqBq1VdXilI/AAAAAAAAACo/y8Btd08IiWs/s1600-h/d8edca7631bdc1ba7c2e3535c2f64b7f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqBq1VdXilI/AAAAAAAAACo/y8Btd08IiWs/s400/d8edca7631bdc1ba7c2e3535c2f64b7f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377415419606305362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt; 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	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;h2  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All My Loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Close your eyes and I'll kiss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; Tomorrow I'll miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; Remember I'll always be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; And then while I'm away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; I'll write home everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; And I'll send all my loving to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; I'll pretend that I'm kissing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; The lips I am missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; And hope that my dreams will come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; And then while I'm away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; I'll write home everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; And I'll send all my loving to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; All my loving I will send to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; All my loving, darling, I'll be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; Close your eyes and I'll kiss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; Tomorrow I'll miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; Remember I'll always be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; And then while I'm away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; I'll write home everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; And I'll send all my loving to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; All my loving I will send to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; All my loving, darling, I'll be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; All my loving, All my loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; All my loving I will send to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9GGamWP9Q5A"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9GGamWP9Q5A)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Beijos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Giuliana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-4062259246472864954?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/4062259246472864954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/normal-0-21-false-false-false_03.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/4062259246472864954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/4062259246472864954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/normal-0-21-false-false-false_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqBq1VdXilI/AAAAAAAAACo/y8Btd08IiWs/s72-c/d8edca7631bdc1ba7c2e3535c2f64b7f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-4480829873176573152</id><published>2009-09-03T21:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T02:14:42.432-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqBtCWFgVCI/AAAAAAAAACw/Zhe7-EGV69U/s1600-h/meninaflores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: right; COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"O amor nunca é prepotente nem orgulhoso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: right; COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;não é rude nem egoísta não se ofende nem se recente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mas acima de tudo o amor é como o vento não podemos ver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;mas podemos sentí-lo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;(Desconheço o autor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,204,204); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-size:100%;" &gt;Beijos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-4480829873176573152?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/4480829873176573152/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/normal-0-21-false-false-false_5471.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/4480829873176573152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/4480829873176573152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/normal-0-21-false-false-false_5471.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqBtCWFgVCI/AAAAAAAAACw/Zhe7-EGV69U/s72-c/meninaflores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534386059629756977.post-8668778277783356260</id><published>2009-09-03T20:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:47:28.715-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqBScX8eA0I/AAAAAAAAABw/poVq9W1FqPI/s1600-h/Bem+vindos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="caption"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Enfim nasceu meu blog&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Estou muito feliz! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;É meu primeiro blog e espero que &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ele sirva para me aproximar de meus amigos.&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Vamos comemorar!   &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Vamos todos aprender! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Vamos todos nos comunicar!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Falar, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tagarelar, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Discutir, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Comentar, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gritar, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Revoltar,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Expressar,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Curtir e &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Se divertir! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sempre!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="caption"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sejam bem vindos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"A vida começa todos os dias "&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Erico Veríssimo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Beijosss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Giuliana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534386059629756977-8668778277783356260?l=giulianacarta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/8668778277783356260/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/normal-0-21-false-false-false.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/8668778277783356260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534386059629756977/posts/default/8668778277783356260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giulianacarta.blogspot.com/2009/09/normal-0-21-false-false-false.html' title=''/><author><name>Giuliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650279999104980379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqA1ztgcq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WMNFY0en_Bo/S220/Foto+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdH6AnoUDKQ/SqBScX8eA0I/AAAAAAAAABw/poVq9W1FqPI/s72-c/Bem+vindos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
