<?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-7922119118484764008</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:39:11.026-03:00</updated><category term='arte'/><category term='mensagem'/><category term='vida'/><category term='religião'/><category term='dinheiro'/><category term='sms'/><category term='deixa'/><category term='destino'/><category term='viagem'/><category term='design'/><category term='sentimentos'/><category term='emprego'/><category term='estágio'/><category term='felicidade'/><category term='música'/><category term='poema'/><category term='amor'/><category term='piadas'/><category term='fotos'/><category term='vídeos'/><category term='família'/><category term='futuro'/><title type='text'>Arte Lado "Bê"</title><subtitle type='html'>Conheça o meu lado da arte!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646825937680922003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SEnqcYz2BiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VB0WyE4EPj8/S220/iesam+058.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922119118484764008.post-9059064319746794817</id><published>2008-11-28T00:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:20:12.391-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estágio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>Mais de um mês...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;E mais de um mês se passou e eu nem tchum pra cá... Tô tão atarefada, que até mesmo meus trabalhos mal consigo terminar...Afff!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;     Mas a vida é bela. A noite é uma criança e nós somos seus pais!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;     Ultimamente estou gostando tanto do meu trabalho, estágio, escravidão... enfim... que até começo a odiar a faculdade. Odiar não que é muito forte, mas começo a desgostar do minha instituição de ensino superior. Ainda bem que está chegando as férias e vou voltar minha atenção só pro estágio... ÊêêêêÊÊêÊÊêêêÊÊ!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;     E também poderei voltar um pouco às minhas origens... Yuhu \o/ CSCS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;     Não posso esquecer que também tenho amigos para visitar, sair pra conversar, cair na bandalheira!!!! (O que isso siginifica afinal?) Sem esquecer, lógico, das tarefas domésticas: lavar a louça, passar roupa, varrer a casa... SIM!!!! Eu faço as tarefas domésticas de casa.... algumas ^^'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;     Bom pessoal, é só pq eu tô meio sem sono mesmo, não tenho nada muito de útil pra dizer, era mais só pra dar a justificativa da falta de postagens aqui no blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;     Tenham uma ótima noite, e um maravilhoso fim de semana!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;beijos ♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7922119118484764008-9059064319746794817?l=arteladobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/feeds/9059064319746794817/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922119118484764008&amp;postID=9059064319746794817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/9059064319746794817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/9059064319746794817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/2008/11/mais-de-um-ms.html' title='Mais de um mês...'/><author><name>Bê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646825937680922003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SEnqcYz2BiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VB0WyE4EPj8/S220/iesam+058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922119118484764008.post-1627572317555354975</id><published>2008-10-15T15:06:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T15:25:08.014-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religião'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>Círio 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Milhões de pessoas passam por ti nas ruas. Atravessam a faixa e vão embora como chegaram. Vazias! Que mundo cruel! Ninguém mais dá um "bom dia!", "boa tarde!", "boa noite!" para um desconhecido qualquer que precise de atenção!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Caminhando pelas ruas nesse tempo tão misterioso, tão lúdico e religioso pelo qual estamos passando, mas quem sabe quem realmente o está vivendo....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mais um Círio de Nazaré em Belém do Pará, e pessoas chegam de outras cidades, estados, países... O que nós temos a oferecer senão nossa hospitalidade paraense que abraça, aperta, beija no rosto como velhos conhecidos? Vamos lá! Não sejas tímido! Aqui a onda é estar junto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Viver junto! Junto com os amigos, família. Junto com as árvores, mangueiras, a natureza em volta da cidade que acolhe com um calor local de sempre! O calor do ano todo presente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Aqui o povo é feliz, se preocupa com pouca coisa. O importante é estar junto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Feliz Círio que se passou, mas que a Nossa Senhora de Nazaré sempre abençõe todos os paraenses, "...pois na alma paraense é sempre outubro..." !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E viva Nossa Senhora de Nazaré e seu amado filho Jesus Cristo!!!! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257447874947477698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SPY0_LNgcMI/AAAAAAAAAHM/iW9VASA_3uQ/s200/C%C3%ADrio+2008+135.jpg" border="0" /&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/7922119118484764008-1627572317555354975?l=arteladobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/feeds/1627572317555354975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922119118484764008&amp;postID=1627572317555354975&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/1627572317555354975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/1627572317555354975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/2008/10/crio-2008.html' title='Círio 2008'/><author><name>Bê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646825937680922003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SEnqcYz2BiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VB0WyE4EPj8/S220/iesam+058.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SPY0_LNgcMI/AAAAAAAAAHM/iW9VASA_3uQ/s72-c/C%C3%ADrio+2008+135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922119118484764008.post-4156043333804781208</id><published>2008-09-27T21:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:12:27.559-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estágio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emprego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destino'/><title type='text'>"Faz o que tu sabes! Não faz o que tu não sabes!"</title><content type='html'>Escutei essa frase agora pelas tantas da noite, e me "apercebi" que, realmente, pra que tanto escândalo quando a gente faz uma coisa que não sabemos e ainda reclamamos por fazê-la?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Enfim, não era bem disso que eu ia falar... um assunto mais ( ou menos) complicado que isso: TCC!!! E por isso a frase título desta postagem!&lt;br /&gt;     Na procura incansável sobre um tema do qual falar em meu adorável, amável e esperado TCC, me perguntaram sobre o que eu gostava de fazer? O que eu me via fazendo na vida, daqui a uns anos, ou pelo resto da vida! Bem, sinceramente, de uma coisa tenho certeza: não posso ficar trancada em um escritório!!!! Acreditem, já tentei e não dá certo!!!! Mas tá dando quase, afinal, um sustento a mais é sempre bom!!!! Ver os 'papéis na mão'!!!! LOL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;     Pois é, acho que vou acabar falando algo sobre cores, formas, música, ou até um lado infantil meu que outras pessoas conhecem bem, já me deram essa sugestão: de fazer um projeto voltado especialmente para o público infantil. Aceitei! Por que não?&lt;br /&gt;     Bom, o fato é que não sei por onde começar...&lt;br /&gt;     Pesquisas, imagens, rascunhos e rabiscos ajudam sempre... Mas como coloca-los no papel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Tenho uma anjinha da guarda que me olha e cuida de mim como sua pupila. Ela já disse que vai me ajudar e me aconselhar no que eu precisar. Só que no momento essa anjinha está muito ocupadinha, e eu que se puder vou ajuda-la! Eu quero ajuda-la.... só não sei como....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Eu sei que posso! Eu sei fazer... só falta planejar tudo melhor!!!!&lt;br /&gt;     Acabo de perceber que essa é a resposta para o meu problema maior... PLANEJAMENTO!!!!!! Se eu planejar todas as informações que eu tenho com o trabalho que eu quero, com certeza conseguirei concluir com louvor!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Ah! Só para constar... sou estudante de Design tá?! ^^’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUI!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7922119118484764008-4156043333804781208?l=arteladobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4156043333804781208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922119118484764008&amp;postID=4156043333804781208&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/4156043333804781208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/4156043333804781208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/2008/09/faz-o-que-tu-sabes-no-faz-o-que-tu-no.html' title='&quot;Faz o que tu sabes! Não faz o que tu não sabes!&quot;'/><author><name>Bê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646825937680922003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SEnqcYz2BiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VB0WyE4EPj8/S220/iesam+058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922119118484764008.post-4107392136995307945</id><published>2008-07-31T23:47:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:56:53.092-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>No Ordinary Girl - Kate Alexa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I've got a special power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;That I'm not affraid to use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So come on this is my adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And this is my fantasy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It's all about living in the ocean,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Being wild and free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Coz I'm no ordinary girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm from the deep blue underworld,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Land or sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I've got the power if I just believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Coz I'm no ordinary girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm from the deep blue underworld,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Land or sea the world is my oyster I'm the pearl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;No ordinary girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;We've got to stick together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cause the best things come in three,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Want it to last for ever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;All the magic and fun at sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So come on this is our adventure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Theres no telling were we'll go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And all I want is to live amongst the h2o!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Come along it just gets better,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So much to do and just so little time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cause it all depends on weather,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You want to live and learn of whats behind.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SJJ6JkHQEFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/KEjikg21U6M/s1600-h/mais+499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229376422062067794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SJJ6JkHQEFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/KEjikg21U6M/s200/mais+499.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Coz I'm no ordinary girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm from the deep blue underworld,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Land or sea the world is my oyster I'm the pearl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;No ordinary girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7922119118484764008-4107392136995307945?l=arteladobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4107392136995307945/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922119118484764008&amp;postID=4107392136995307945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/4107392136995307945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/4107392136995307945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-ordinary-girl-kate-alexa.html' title='No Ordinary Girl - Kate Alexa'/><author><name>Bê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646825937680922003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SEnqcYz2BiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VB0WyE4EPj8/S220/iesam+058.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SJJ6JkHQEFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/KEjikg21U6M/s72-c/mais+499.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922119118484764008.post-7121942940869490270</id><published>2008-07-31T22:16:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:46:27.361-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deixa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>Descobri....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Descobri um cantinho no meu lar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ele é gostoso pra lá ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Dá pra sentir o vento passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Do meu cantinho vou falar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;É onde eu posso me esconder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E ainda assim todos eu ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Lá consigo me entreter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mas não consigo lá viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Se todo dia eu pudesse ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pro cantinho, e não sair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Felicidade iria fingir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Até o momento de partir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mas o cantinho é distante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mesmo perto e aconchegante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Não dá pra ir a todo instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E isso é tão importante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Só queria um tempinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Todo dia um pouquinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Para poder rapidinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ir lá no meu cantinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;K.A.N.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SJJ4vmNm7wI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vYxTKGcigYs/s1600-h/mais+499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229374876437376770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SJJ4vmNm7wI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vYxTKGcigYs/s320/mais+499.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7922119118484764008-7121942940869490270?l=arteladobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/feeds/7121942940869490270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922119118484764008&amp;postID=7121942940869490270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/7121942940869490270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/7121942940869490270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/2008/07/descobri.html' title='Descobri....'/><author><name>Bê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646825937680922003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SEnqcYz2BiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VB0WyE4EPj8/S220/iesam+058.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SJJ4vmNm7wI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vYxTKGcigYs/s72-c/mais+499.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922119118484764008.post-4777136266413898178</id><published>2008-07-08T21:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:06:44.539-03:00</updated><title type='text'>de fe'rias....</title><content type='html'>so' passando pra avisar que a falta de escrita nesse blog esta' desatualizada por causa desta viagem que esta' muito bem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por falta de assunto mesmo... so'...♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7922119118484764008-4777136266413898178?l=arteladobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4777136266413898178/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922119118484764008&amp;postID=4777136266413898178&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/4777136266413898178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/4777136266413898178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/2008/07/de-ferias.html' title='de fe&apos;rias....'/><author><name>Bê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646825937680922003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SEnqcYz2BiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VB0WyE4EPj8/S220/iesam+058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922119118484764008.post-8230958187081651264</id><published>2008-06-14T22:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T22:25:00.599-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><title type='text'>Contos de uma bárbara... parte 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;  "Então é isso. Não tem mais jeito! Acabou! Boa sorte!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;     Ah! Fala sério! Está apenas começando... e que começo conturbado hein. Não verdade nem começando está... já é continuação. Continuação de uma história longa que se perdeu no tempo. Entre "brigas" e "traição" e momentos de raiva, mágoas, rancor, e surpresas... nem suspeitaria há um tempo atrás que estaria tudo deste jeito: MARAVILHOSO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;     Sabe, já faz tempo que eu parei de acreditar em contos de fadas (mentira!), mas desde o início do mês que eu pareço estar vivendo um. É "expressionante"! Como algumas coisas, que parecem aquelas cenas que só se vêem em filmes, de repente aconteceram em minha vida assim (plim!) num piscar de olhos... Tipo: acordar e ouvir passarinhos cantando na janela (mesmo sem vê-los), a lua brilhar diferente ao olhar pra ela, e ter alguém te ligando no meio da noite (literalmente) pra te dizer as coisas mais lindas que já ouviste (mesmo você estando porre de sono, e ter acabado de acordar, e querer desligar a merda do celular pra voltar e dormir), é simplesmente gostoso ouvir um: "Boa noite, minha linda!" "Durma bem, minha princesa!", é radiante. Até dá vontade de ficar um pouquinho mais de tempo acordada, ou esperar anciosamente o raiar do sol do dia seguinte e ligar pra ele (e ouvir que ele ainda está dormindo pela mãe que atendeu o telefone, ou um amigo que atendeu o celular).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;     Enfim... Sinto que os ventos mudaram a meu favor (ótimo pra não dessarrumar mais ainda meu cabelo), e minha vida já está bem melhor...!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Até a próxima caros leitores (que por acaso estão lendo este conto bárbaro =P )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7922119118484764008-8230958187081651264?l=arteladobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8230958187081651264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922119118484764008&amp;postID=8230958187081651264&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/8230958187081651264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/8230958187081651264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/2008/06/contos-de-uma-brbara-parte-3.html' title='Contos de uma bárbara... parte 3'/><author><name>Bê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646825937680922003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SEnqcYz2BiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VB0WyE4EPj8/S220/iesam+058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922119118484764008.post-4039945756837247986</id><published>2008-06-14T21:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T22:09:49.132-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Dia dos Namorados perfeito... apesar de alguns problemas no meio dos caminho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Depois do dia dos namorados eu percebo que nunca havia passado o dia dos namorados com alguém... Esse ano foi diferente! Eu encontrei alguém que me atura! Que atura minhas doidices, minhas trocas de humor repentinas, minhas atitudes.... e que me entende afinal, por um certo ponto de vista um tanto diferente do que eu tenho em mente... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mas ele é um doce, e apesar de contratempos passados, estamos nos entendendo muito bem...♥ E isso é amelhor parte, já que até o momento presente não brigamos sério nenhuma vez, só besteiras e falatórios... e sacanagens à parte... =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;enfim... uma programação maravilhosa... e amanhã me espera mais uma Arraial da Pavulagem, e quem sabe um dia de Animazon também????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;OK! Postarei as melhores fotos!!!! bjos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Feliz Aniversário hoje para alguns amigos: Dieguinho, Aimée, Cezar e Dani... bjinhos pra vcs...♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7922119118484764008-4039945756837247986?l=arteladobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4039945756837247986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922119118484764008&amp;postID=4039945756837247986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/4039945756837247986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/4039945756837247986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/2008/06/dia-dos-namorados-perfeito.html' title=''/><author><name>Bê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646825937680922003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SEnqcYz2BiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VB0WyE4EPj8/S220/iesam+058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922119118484764008.post-3541269436612040627</id><published>2008-06-07T14:47:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T22:00:55.107-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"L&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;is for the way you look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;is for the only one I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;is very, very extraordinary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;is even more than anyone that you adore can"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ah... o amor é lindo! Dia dos namorados chegando e eu de bem com a vida... e com meu amor... será que esse ano finalmente passarei ao lado de alguém o dia 12 de junho???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E... pra minha felicidade maior, a minha liberdade semestral já foi alcançada com esses fins de avaliações da minha instituição de estudos... agora é só curtir e relaxar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ou como diz uma amiga.... relaxa e goza...=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ps: hoje é o aniversário dela... bjão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;♥... x o x o x o ... ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7922119118484764008-3541269436612040627?l=arteladobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/feeds/3541269436612040627/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922119118484764008&amp;postID=3541269436612040627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/3541269436612040627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/3541269436612040627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/2008/06/love.html' title='Love...'/><author><name>Bê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646825937680922003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SEnqcYz2BiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VB0WyE4EPj8/S220/iesam+058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922119118484764008.post-5359874977627375779</id><published>2008-06-01T23:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T23:23:46.663-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Homens...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;....ruim com, (às vezes) pior sem (às vezes também)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;É sério, parece que nunca estamos satisfeitos com o que temos...=) chega até a ser engraçado!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mas o fato de eu estar namorando me faz pensar na posibilidade de terminar tudo de novo...♥ Brincadeira! Mas que dá vontade às vezes dá.... Se eu estiver naqueles dias então (TPM), nem fale comigo!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ok, Ok... não sou tão radical assim... ou eu fico muito agitada, ou tipo EMO, quase chorando por tudo!... Muito sensível!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;mas o fato é que os homens são tão complicados quanto nós, mulheres! Ou eles nos admiram, mimam, e elogiam, ou sacaneiam, criticam, e nos enlouquecem de vez....Afff!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Acho que eu tô meio paranóia... sorry... ♥ é a TPM!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7922119118484764008-5359874977627375779?l=arteladobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/feeds/5359874977627375779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922119118484764008&amp;postID=5359874977627375779&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/5359874977627375779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/5359874977627375779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/2008/06/homens.html' title='Homens...'/><author><name>Bê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646825937680922003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SEnqcYz2BiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VB0WyE4EPj8/S220/iesam+058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922119118484764008.post-3814858118754878675</id><published>2008-05-20T21:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:40:26.295-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a Mr. Darcy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Começo agora uma campanha... garotas quem não desejaria ter um Mr. Darcy na vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Seja o Mark Darcy de "O Diário de Briget Jones 1 e 2", ou o Mr. Darcy de "Orgulho e Preconceito (2006)" ( que pra mim é o mais marcante, sem contar charmoso e tudo de mais!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sério... pq nossa vida não pode ser um conto de fadas ou uma história de filme, romântica, de época... Eu acho que daria uma ótima Elizabeth Bennet!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;mas enfim... o que eu proponho é que as garotas saiam em busca do Mr. Darcy perfeito pra elas, já que cada uma tem seu gosto pessoal... transformando o Mr. Darcy, em Mr. Right Guy, ou O Sr. Cara Perfeito!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;boa sorte !!!! Let's go girls!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7922119118484764008-3814858118754878675?l=arteladobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/feeds/3814858118754878675/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922119118484764008&amp;postID=3814858118754878675&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/3814858118754878675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/3814858118754878675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-want-mr-darcy.html' title='I want a Mr. Darcy...'/><author><name>Bê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646825937680922003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SEnqcYz2BiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VB0WyE4EPj8/S220/iesam+058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922119118484764008.post-970729164541715631</id><published>2008-05-16T23:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T23:46:38.055-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deixa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piadas'/><title type='text'>SMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;quem nunca recebeu um desses de madrugada???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;pois eu já! vários!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;e agora resolvi mandar também... já que eu estou acordada mesmo... 'bora acordar alguém também!!!! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;faça sua parte! mande um sms e acorde alguém no meio da noite!!!! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7922119118484764008-970729164541715631?l=arteladobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/feeds/970729164541715631/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922119118484764008&amp;postID=970729164541715631&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/970729164541715631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/970729164541715631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/2008/05/sms.html' title='SMS'/><author><name>Bê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646825937680922003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SEnqcYz2BiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VB0WyE4EPj8/S220/iesam+058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922119118484764008.post-7254097581782040059</id><published>2008-05-15T22:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T23:02:30.445-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Contos de uma bárbara..parte 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;   Agora ele some!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;   Há dois dias sem notícias dele. Só o vi uma vez, ao longe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;   Ele passou direto, não me viu... nem dava, eu estava meio escondida...=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;   Eu junto com meus amigos, passeando pelos museus da vida, vendo passados e presente juntos, em um lugar que reúne toda a cultura de povos e outros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;   Na saída, só esperando um amigo que se perdera no tempo, lá ele passou diante dos meus olhos, e fora do meu alcance físico, somente visual, o com o qual tive que me contentar até agora, porque ainda não tive outra oportunidade de vê-lo, ou senti-lo. Sua presença que tanto me acalma, quanto me anima de uma maneira carinhosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;   Pelos cantos da instituição fico eu pensativa, esperando por um momento, um encontro. Até quando serei capaz de resistir ao seu charme? Seus encantos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;...merda!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7922119118484764008-7254097581782040059?l=arteladobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/feeds/7254097581782040059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922119118484764008&amp;postID=7254097581782040059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/7254097581782040059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/7254097581782040059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/2008/05/contos-de-uma-brbaraparte-2.html' title='Contos de uma bárbara..parte 2'/><author><name>Bê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646825937680922003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SEnqcYz2BiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VB0WyE4EPj8/S220/iesam+058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922119118484764008.post-8207780952085696981</id><published>2008-05-13T13:22:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T23:42:59.540-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deixa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><title type='text'>Contos de uma bárbara...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;É difícil quando a gente tenta esquecer alguém, e pior ainda quando estamos conseguindo e esse alguém fala que ainda gosta da gente, mesmo depois de ter terminado há tanto tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje aconteceu o que eu temia. Ele me falou o motivo. Completou dizendo que ainda gosta de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Meigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Fofo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Romântico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Foi o nosso diálogo logo após essa revelação. Ele começou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O que eu poderia dizer? "Eu também ainda gosto de ti."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;É eu poderia dizer isso. Poderia ter dito muita coisa, mas não disse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ele pediu pra me acompanhar até em casa. Eu deixei... fazer o quê? Ainda gosto dele... Até pediu permissão pra me raptar por alguns minutos antes de eu ir pra casa, mas eu não tava muito afim de andar debaixo de um sol de quase meio dia nesta cidade pouco calorenta... Confesso que estou um pouco arrependida, mas não posso quebrar minha promessa (sem namorados até o fim do ano, só estudos!!!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Até agora foi bem fácil manter essa promessa, já que estou conseguindo manter os garotos um tanto quanto longe de mim... menos meus amigos perfeitos que ficam do meu lado o tempo todo ( quando vão pra aula ^^).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas agora eu só consigo pensar nele, e nas coisas que ele disse. Em sua voz, no seu perfume inconfundível. Pronto! Tô f*****! Agora não vou conseguir me consentrar mais em nada de novo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tudo culpa dele!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;eu sou uma Idiota!!!!&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/7922119118484764008-8207780952085696981?l=arteladobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8207780952085696981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922119118484764008&amp;postID=8207780952085696981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/8207780952085696981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/8207780952085696981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/2008/05/contos-de-uma-brbara.html' title='Contos de uma bárbara...'/><author><name>Bê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646825937680922003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SEnqcYz2BiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VB0WyE4EPj8/S220/iesam+058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922119118484764008.post-7182870540939368848</id><published>2008-05-11T20:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T20:15:22.021-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='família'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>À minha mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SCd7URwqM8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/tUmksgj78WU/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199259883117622210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SCd7URwqM8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/tUmksgj78WU/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mãe, pelo tempo que tu me carregaste dentro de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;E pelo tempo que tu me carregaste fora de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Por ter me segurado pelas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;E ter me ajudado a andar do teu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Por essas mãos que tanto me fizeram carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;E até pelas vezes que me fizeram chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mãe, por todo o aprendizado que tu me deste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;E pelas brincadeiras que me ensinaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Pelas cantigas de roda que cantaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;E pelas histórias de ninar que contaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Pela tua voz suave quando falas calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;E até pelas voz gritada quando chegas com raiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mãe, pelas nossas conversas sinceras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;E pelos choros desesperados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Pelos nossos passeios prolongados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;E pelas nossas viagens em família&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Pela sua comida gostosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;E por quando deixas o papai cozinhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mãe, por tudo o que fizeste por mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;E por ter deixado de fazer muito por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Pela sua felicidade que as vezes não mereço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Pois sei que te deixo triste quando não obedeço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Peço desculpas minha mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;É por isso e muito mais que eu venho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;E digo: "Eu te amo minha mãe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Porque tu me tiveste, e eu te tenho!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Bê...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mãe te amo!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7922119118484764008-7182870540939368848?l=arteladobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/feeds/7182870540939368848/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922119118484764008&amp;postID=7182870540939368848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/7182870540939368848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/7182870540939368848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/2008/05/minha-me.html' title='À minha mãe'/><author><name>Bê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646825937680922003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SEnqcYz2BiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VB0WyE4EPj8/S220/iesam+058.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SCd7URwqM8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/tUmksgj78WU/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922119118484764008.post-4856954336238584228</id><published>2008-05-07T21:56:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T19:53:20.677-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>Vocação para a Felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SCJR4GJBhMI/AAAAAAAAAFk/0mCSmtaq66U/s1600-h/159.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197806944101958850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SCJR4GJBhMI/AAAAAAAAAFk/0mCSmtaq66U/s320/159.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não escreverei versos chorosos cantando tristezas infinitas,amores impossíveis, saudades dolorosas, paixões trágicas e não correspondidas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tenho a vocação para a felicidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ser feliz não me traz sentimento de culpa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não preciso da tristeza para justificar a inutilidade da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não preciso morrer e ir ao céu para encontrar a felicidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quero-a e tenho-a neste espaço terreno do aqui e do agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A felicidade, tal e qual, o amor está dentro de mim e transborda em ternuras, em melodias, em carinhos, em alegrias, em cantos e encantos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sou feliz e não preciso me justificar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sorrio sem ver passarinho verde. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não tenho medo de ser feliz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Faço minha estrela brilhar sem receio dos encontros, desencontros, encantos e desencantos que o amor me diz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Contrariedades? Eu as tenho! E quem não as tem na vida secular? Escassez de dinheiro? Nem é bom falar. Amores não correspondidos? Separações? Rejeições? Saudades incuráveis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Carinhos reprimidos, ternuras guardadas, sem a contra parte do outro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu tenho aos montões. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sou a rainha das perdas, necessárias ao meu crescimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Contudo quem não soube a sombra não sabe a luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E num livro de matemática existencial juntei todos esses problemas insolúveis, com as respostas nas últimas páginas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mas pra que me debruçar sobre eles, procurando a solução se a própria vida me conduz a resposta final? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sem medo de ser feliz vou por aqui e por ali... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Por onde os caminhos, as trilhas, os atalhos me levarem, traçando meu rumo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Às vezes com alguma tristeza mas quem disse que felicidade é o contrário de tristeza? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tristeza é só uma momentânea falta de alegria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;É, amigo, amanhã é sempre um novo dia e quando a infelicidade passar por aqui,minhas malas estarão prontas para eu ir por ali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&gt;&gt; Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;carlos&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/7922119118484764008-4856954336238584228?l=arteladobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4856954336238584228/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922119118484764008&amp;postID=4856954336238584228&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/4856954336238584228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/4856954336238584228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/2008/05/vocao-para-felicidade.html' title='Vocação para a Felicidade'/><author><name>Bê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646825937680922003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SEnqcYz2BiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VB0WyE4EPj8/S220/iesam+058.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SCJR4GJBhMI/AAAAAAAAAFk/0mCSmtaq66U/s72-c/159.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922119118484764008.post-7830732945575815487</id><published>2008-04-30T22:29:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T22:54:45.035-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deixa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinheiro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagem'/><title type='text'>Publicidade xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;♥♥♥→Roupas de inverno, R$100,00 →Viagem pra Floripa, R$750,00 →Luvas e outros acessórios, R$10,00 →→→ Gastar a sola da bota passeando com os amigos...não tem preço!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SBkfIx8H7oI/AAAAAAAAAFc/SiMZXJmK0HA/s1600-h/NDesign+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195217880853507714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SBkfIx8H7oI/AAAAAAAAAFc/SiMZXJmK0HA/s320/NDesign+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Existem coisas que o dinheiro não compra, para todas as outras existe o trabalho!!! ♥♥♥ NDesign... aceita de designers até outros seres incomuns....xD ♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SBkfIx8H7oI/AAAAAAAAAFc/SiMZXJmK0HA/s1600-h/NDesign+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7922119118484764008-7830732945575815487?l=arteladobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SEnqcYz2BiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VB0WyE4EPj8/S220/iesam+058.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SBkfIx8H7oI/AAAAAAAAAFc/SiMZXJmK0HA/s72-c/NDesign+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922119118484764008.post-5481073293813025429</id><published>2008-04-30T22:14:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T22:26:00.835-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagem'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SBkbkh8H7nI/AAAAAAAAAFU/gEzCzp3Mqw4/s1600-h/BrasÃ&amp;shy;lia+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195213959548366450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SBkbkh8H7nI/AAAAAAAAAFU/gEzCzp3Mqw4/s200/Bras%C3%ADlia+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A arte queima dentro de mim. Em uma chama ela sai, e por uma faísca se cria... uma perfeita obra de arte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As cores me fazem viver, sem elas meu mundo seria ridículo. Somente pintando as palavras eu posso acreditar na minha capacidade de imaginar e criar diversos universos paralelos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ser livre sem liberdade é saber aproveitar sua prisão libertando-se com as asas da imaginação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SBka6x8H7mI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZH-YNrdqgkM/s1600-h/BrasÃ&amp;shy;lia+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195213242288828002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SBka6x8H7mI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZH-YNrdqgkM/s200/Bras%C3%ADlia+066.jpg" border="0" /&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/7922119118484764008-5481073293813025429?l=arteladobe.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SEnqcYz2BiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VB0WyE4EPj8/S220/iesam+058.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SBkbkh8H7nI/AAAAAAAAAFU/gEzCzp3Mqw4/s72-c/Bras%C3%ADlia+081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922119118484764008.post-4251786988744429611</id><published>2008-04-26T21:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T21:40:42.009-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ele (não [!])...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Seus olhos já não têm a mesma cor.&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos dela que brilhavam e sorriam&lt;br /&gt;Agora estão molhados pelas lágrimas de desilusão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SBPI4R8H7kI/AAAAAAAAAE8/PYMnWbsH3fQ/s1600-h/mi.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193715664502124098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SBPI4R8H7kI/AAAAAAAAAE8/PYMnWbsH3fQ/s320/mi.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccccff;"&gt;E só ele não enxerga isso!&lt;br /&gt;A desilusão por um amor que não a corresponde&lt;br /&gt;Não do jeito utópico que ela tem.&lt;br /&gt;Utópico sim!&lt;br /&gt;Pois só a utopia é capaz de criar um sentimento como este&lt;br /&gt;Este, interior!&lt;br /&gt;Que ele não vê através dos olhos serenos, que a bela do sorriso divino acolhe como seus.&lt;br /&gt;Estes olhos que mostram sua alma e esplendor, e todos os sentimentos escritos por suas mãos de jovem apaixonada.&lt;br /&gt;Ele não consegue ler!&lt;br /&gt;Ele não consegue ver a tristeza em que sua alma está.&lt;br /&gt;Todos podem ver!&lt;br /&gt;Os olhares nas ruas voltados para ela, mostram pena, consolam.&lt;br /&gt;Querem ajudá-la, mas são estranhos.&lt;br /&gt;Passam direto, sem muito a fazer.&lt;br /&gt;E ela continua seu caminho, solitária...&lt;br /&gt;... pensativa, desiludida!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SBPLNx8H7lI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DSXnXKLGolA/s1600-h/mu.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193718232892567122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SBPLNx8H7lI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DSXnXKLGolA/s320/mu.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7922119118484764008-4251786988744429611?l=arteladobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4251786988744429611/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922119118484764008&amp;postID=4251786988744429611&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/4251786988744429611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/4251786988744429611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/2008/04/ele-no.html' title='Ele (não [!])...'/><author><name>Bê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646825937680922003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SEnqcYz2BiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VB0WyE4EPj8/S220/iesam+058.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SBPI4R8H7kI/AAAAAAAAAE8/PYMnWbsH3fQ/s72-c/mi.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922119118484764008.post-217128743728740549</id><published>2008-04-22T19:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T19:43:18.692-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Então, pássaros podem voar tão alto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ou podem fazer cocô na sua cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;É, eles podem quase ir direto nos seus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E deixá-la assustada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mas quando você olha para eles e vê que são lindos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;É assim que me sinto com relação a você"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;que declaração de amor "meiga"... pra ver como a amor é irônico!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Kate NAsh é demais!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7922119118484764008-217128743728740549?l=arteladobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/feeds/217128743728740549/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922119118484764008&amp;postID=217128743728740549&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/217128743728740549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/217128743728740549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/2008/04/ento-pssaros-podem-voar-to-alto-ou.html' title=''/><author><name>Bê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646825937680922003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SEnqcYz2BiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VB0WyE4EPj8/S220/iesam+058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922119118484764008.post-7727771875521992741</id><published>2008-04-21T22:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T22:26:07.543-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"É, morena, tá tudo bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sereno é quem tem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A paz de estar em par com Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pode rir agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Que o fio da maldade se enrola"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Los Hermanos... agora me faz lembrar dele toda vez que eu ouço... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Isso só porque ele cantou essa música pra mim, e eu toda boba... me apaixonei!!!! Besta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Depois ainda terminei com ele, sabe lá Deus porquê?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E agora, voltando do feriadão pra casa no maior engarrafamento na BR, ouvindo todo o cd dos Los Hermanos só pra quase cair no choro... ai ai ai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ele tinha que ser tão doce assim??? E ter uma voz que me encantou, um olhar que me hipnotizou, um toque tão macio que quase levitei... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tá na hora de acordar!!!! Levanta da cama e vai tomar banho!!!! Bora que tem aula cedo!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;É... acho que posso começar a escrever livros com pequenos contos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7922119118484764008-7727771875521992741?l=arteladobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/feeds/7727771875521992741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922119118484764008&amp;postID=7727771875521992741&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/7727771875521992741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/7727771875521992741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/2008/04/morena-t-tudo-bem-sereno-quem-tem-paz.html' title=''/><author><name>Bê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646825937680922003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SEnqcYz2BiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VB0WyE4EPj8/S220/iesam+058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922119118484764008.post-1545152362383510789</id><published>2008-04-18T12:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T12:25:45.760-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deixa'/><title type='text'>eu queria....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;eu realmente queria poder escrever tudo aqui, sem pensar em consequências posteriores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;mas como eu sei que eu não me controlo o suficiente pra dizer apenas o que me cabe, alguma coisa ainda vai vazar pro lado ruim das paradas...hehehe... que gírias estranhas, não são do meu feitio... mas, como estava dizendo , eu só queria poder dizer tudo abertamente, sem ser criticada por isso.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;por que as pessoas se importam tanto com a vida dos outros? Se cada um só se importassse com a sua vida e, no máximo, a de seus entes queridos, a vida ia ser tão melhor, tão mais bonita, sem ter ninguém pegando no seu pé, porque a aamiga da sua avó te viu beijando um garoto no meio da rua... a maior agarração na frente de todo mundo... ou pq tu estavas gritando, pulando e corrando no meio de um bando de moleque ( que estavam fazendo o mesmo) e só tu é s culpada por isso....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;AAFFFF!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;essas coisa me cansam .... !!! Luv ya All... ♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7922119118484764008-1545152362383510789?l=arteladobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/feeds/1545152362383510789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922119118484764008&amp;postID=1545152362383510789&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/1545152362383510789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/1545152362383510789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/2008/04/eu-queria.html' title='eu queria....'/><author><name>Bê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646825937680922003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SEnqcYz2BiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VB0WyE4EPj8/S220/iesam+058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922119118484764008.post-4581834989020176673</id><published>2008-04-18T11:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T11:32:57.431-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deixa'/><title type='text'>alívio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Como é bom quando a gente tira aquele peso das costas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;aquela sensação de fracasso, que nos absorve todas as forças....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;   Quando tudo passa, e fica só o alívio da vitória! A felicidade de ter ganho a batalha, a guerra!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;   E como é bom poder contar com nossos amigos, nossos familiares, e todas as pessoas que sempre estão do nosso lado torcendo pra que tudo dê certo!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;   A sensação do alívio é uma das melhores coisas que existem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;   Abraços!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7922119118484764008-4581834989020176673?l=arteladobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4581834989020176673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922119118484764008&amp;postID=4581834989020176673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/4581834989020176673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/4581834989020176673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/2008/04/alvio.html' title='alívio...'/><author><name>Bê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646825937680922003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SEnqcYz2BiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VB0WyE4EPj8/S220/iesam+058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922119118484764008.post-4161595777469106400</id><published>2008-04-16T21:33:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T21:38:38.935-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><title type='text'>Poema Concreto!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SAabyYeucVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6I0Lcl8Oa-8/s1600-h/Poema+Concreto+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190006910458163538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SAabyYeucVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6I0Lcl8Oa-8/s400/Poema+Concreto+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7922119118484764008-4161595777469106400?l=arteladobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4161595777469106400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922119118484764008&amp;postID=4161595777469106400&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/4161595777469106400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/4161595777469106400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/2008/04/poema-concreto_16.html' title='Poema Concreto!!!!'/><author><name>Bê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646825937680922003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SEnqcYz2BiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VB0WyE4EPj8/S220/iesam+058.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SAabyYeucVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6I0Lcl8Oa-8/s72-c/Poema+Concreto+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922119118484764008.post-2513778982920884343</id><published>2008-04-16T21:12:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T21:39:33.921-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deixa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><title type='text'>Ambigramas...=P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ambigrama do meu nome, tirado de um site....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SAaWqoeucSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/pBpZ5mxMZfQ/s1600-h/ambigrama+site.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190001279756038434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SAaWqoeucSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/pBpZ5mxMZfQ/s400/ambigrama+site.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Amigrama do meu nome, que eu fiz...♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190003044987597122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SAaYRYeucUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yvLqj7OkeZY/s400/Ambigrama.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Demais isso!!! Vicia!!!!&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/7922119118484764008-2513778982920884343?l=arteladobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2513778982920884343/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922119118484764008&amp;postID=2513778982920884343&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/2513778982920884343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/2513778982920884343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/2008/04/ambigramasp.html' title='Ambigramas...=P'/><author><name>Bê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646825937680922003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SEnqcYz2BiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VB0WyE4EPj8/S220/iesam+058.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SAaWqoeucSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/pBpZ5mxMZfQ/s72-c/ambigrama+site.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922119118484764008.post-6119911864940564893</id><published>2008-04-16T19:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:06:10.455-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>O que é amor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;O que é amor???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hoje na minha sessão pipoca passava o filme Capitão Corelli. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Percebi que o filme trata de um amor meio impossível, devido a guerra. Mas o pai da jovem Pelagia (vivida por Penélope Cruz), tentando encorajar a filha (ainda não entendi se a amar ou a esquecer) resolve fazer um desses discursos de pai, porém, captando a essência da história da filha com o jovem capitão Antônio Corelli (espetacular Nicolas Cage!!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Enfim, o que eu quero mesmo é ressaltar aqui o discurso do pai, que eu achei simplesmente a mais pura verdade. E que é belíssimo!!! Créditos ao autor do filme, que por sinal é baseado em um livro, então não sei direito pra quem vai esses créditos todos!!! Boa leitura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Quando se apaixona é uma loucura temporária.&lt;br /&gt;Ela surge como um terremoto e depois se acalma, e quando se acalma, você tem de tomar uma decisão.&lt;br /&gt;Ver se as suas raízes ficaram tão entrelaçadas ao ponto de ser inconcebível se separarem.&lt;br /&gt;Porque isso é que é amor.&lt;br /&gt;O amor não é a falta de fôlego.&lt;br /&gt;Não é excitação.&lt;br /&gt;Não é o desejo de acasalar a cada segundo do dia.&lt;br /&gt;Não é imagina-lo beijando cada parte do seu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Isso é estar apaixonado.&lt;br /&gt;Amor é aquilo que sobra quando a paixão se consumiu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ai, ai... ♥ O amor é lindo!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pra finalizar, uma frase do meu professor de literatura do 2º ano do ensino médio:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Minha vida só tem sentido quando eu amo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando eu amo perco o sentido da vida."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;é isso aí... Ame mais todos os que te cercam. E diga isso a eles! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;amo vocês !!!! ♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7922119118484764008-6119911864940564893?l=arteladobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/feeds/6119911864940564893/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922119118484764008&amp;postID=6119911864940564893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/6119911864940564893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/6119911864940564893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-que-amor.html' title='O que é amor?'/><author><name>Bê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646825937680922003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SEnqcYz2BiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VB0WyE4EPj8/S220/iesam+058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922119118484764008.post-1892161811148904507</id><published>2008-04-15T19:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T19:23:56.221-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><title type='text'>Realidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O que há com a nossa Terra?&lt;br /&gt;Onde crianças vão pra guerra&lt;br /&gt;Correndo com armas na mão&lt;br /&gt;E deixando só ódio no coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensando somente em vingança&lt;br /&gt;Querendo mais que matança&lt;br /&gt;Para onde foi a esperança&lt;br /&gt;Dessa nossa pequena criança?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que podemos nós, fazer&lt;br /&gt;Para não termos, mais que sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Esse mal da população&lt;br /&gt;As doenças da poluição&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só vejo violência e morte&lt;br /&gt;Temos que mudar essa “sorte”&lt;br /&gt;Várias famílias desamparadas&lt;br /&gt;Milhares de crianças abandonadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abuso sexual de adolescentes&lt;br /&gt;Como sempre corrupção na política&lt;br /&gt;Só se vêem um bando de indulgentes&lt;br /&gt;Que não estão nem aí para a crítica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria de novo o arco-íris no céu anil&lt;br /&gt;O verde atlântico nas matas do Brasil&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais pessoas sofrendo de tanta dor&lt;br /&gt;Queria somente um mundo com mais amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Realidade'/><author><name>Bê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646825937680922003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SEnqcYz2BiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VB0WyE4EPj8/S220/iesam+058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922119118484764008.post-8300750982704833674</id><published>2008-04-15T18:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T19:01:17.620-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Diálogo entre Excêntricas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Teu osso no meu osso&lt;br /&gt;Tua carne em minha carne&lt;br /&gt;Nossas almas se entrelaçam&lt;br /&gt;Formando um ângulo de 90°&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um lago cor de rosa&lt;br /&gt;E uma piscina bem rasinha&lt;br /&gt;Com as cores do arco-íris&lt;br /&gt;Eles viram um cozinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava andando no shopping&lt;br /&gt;Quando te vi com um prato de macarronada&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei-me do dia da academia&lt;br /&gt;Sua raiz encriquilhada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que “dizei-mês” sobre tua chapinha&lt;br /&gt;Que está petrificada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digo-te que é mentira&lt;br /&gt;Pois sua raiz está encriquilhada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que averiguas, pensante ser&lt;br /&gt;Sobre meu cabelo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afirmo com todas as letras:&lt;br /&gt;O teu ‘tá cheio de sebo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viajei para a Jamaica&lt;br /&gt;Logo que cheguei comprei um taco&lt;br /&gt;Estava comendo, saboreando quando lembrei-me:&lt;br /&gt;Não deveria estar aqui, e sim em Acapulco comendo churros!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhei para o lado e vi aquele cabelo liso,&lt;br /&gt;Chapado, petrificado&lt;br /&gt;E eu aqui com esse cabelo&lt;br /&gt;Completamente encriquilhado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra que pegas o caderno&lt;br /&gt;Se nada queres escrever&lt;br /&gt;Que coisa mais credo!&lt;br /&gt;Não quero nem saber!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que me dizes sobre isso&lt;br /&gt;Se não sei de coisa alguma?&lt;br /&gt;Ou estás com caganeira&lt;br /&gt;Ou perdeste tua peruca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo bem para mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero saber&lt;br /&gt;Se na hora do trabalho&lt;br /&gt;Vai poder ler?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu enxergasse essa sua pança&lt;br /&gt;Balançando pelo caminho,&lt;br /&gt;Eu diria admirada:&lt;br /&gt;“Cara aquele é o Armandinho!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ao menos eu visse&lt;br /&gt;Um cara no elevador&lt;br /&gt;Eu diria “ É o Elise!!!&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que meu nome errou!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se na doce lamparina&lt;br /&gt;Você calmamente se sentar&lt;br /&gt;Eu diria que com o papel&lt;br /&gt;Nós vamos poder cantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso é muito legal&lt;br /&gt;Que lá na hora poderemos&lt;br /&gt;Com o papel cantar&lt;br /&gt;E a letra saberemos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se não poder ler o papel&lt;br /&gt;Na explicação&lt;br /&gt;Vamos direto (quase)&lt;br /&gt;Para a recuperação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem exagero eu vou explicar&lt;br /&gt;Será que em rima&lt;br /&gt;A gente pode&lt;br /&gt;Parar de falar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava angariando dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;Pra reforma da igrejinha&lt;br /&gt;Foi quando subitamente pensei&lt;br /&gt;Bem que eu preciso de uma graninha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensando no dinheiro que tinha&lt;br /&gt;De repente me lembrei&lt;br /&gt;Tô precisando da galinha&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia te emprestei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu acordei&lt;br /&gt;Pensando que estava com você&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando abri meus olhinhos&lt;br /&gt;Percebi que estava sem você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Se um dia estiver sem mim&lt;br /&gt;E precisar de um amigão&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se que sempre estarei aqui&lt;br /&gt;Pra te emprestar o meu calção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo rima de dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;Me dá vontade de tê-lo&lt;br /&gt;Iria guardá-lo por inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de um saco de pêlo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo rima de amor&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei-me daquela flor&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia você me deu&lt;br /&gt;E nunca mais apareceu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Rola uma alegre lágrima&lt;br /&gt;O culpado&lt;br /&gt;É você que não me larga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mar tem ondas&lt;br /&gt;O céu estrelas&lt;br /&gt;E eu não tenho amor&lt;br /&gt;E me afogo nas minhas tristezas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em rima eu não mais falar&lt;br /&gt;Porque isso me faz confusa ficar&lt;br /&gt;E não deixem mais eu me estressar&lt;br /&gt;Pois enjoada eu vou ficar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou com uma dor de cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Caramba! Meus nervos estão fervendo&lt;br /&gt;Dentro do meu ouvido tem uma cera&lt;br /&gt;E tirar ela de lá estou querendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que coisa mais nojenta p’ra se falar&lt;br /&gt;É tão nojento que dá vontade de vomitar&lt;br /&gt;Com essa PORRA vou acabar&lt;br /&gt;E só na próxima rodada voltarei a falar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda, Bethânia, Edilene, Elisa e Louise em 5 e 6 de maio de 2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cada uma escreveu pelo menos uma quadra dessas... por questão de sigilo prefiro não comentar quem escreveu o quê!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mas foi hilário!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;para todos xxxx &amp;amp; oooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7922119118484764008-8300750982704833674?l=arteladobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8300750982704833674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922119118484764008&amp;postID=8300750982704833674&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/8300750982704833674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/8300750982704833674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/2008/04/dilogo-entre-excntricas.html' title='Diálogo entre Excêntricas'/><author><name>Bê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646825937680922003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SEnqcYz2BiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VB0WyE4EPj8/S220/iesam+058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922119118484764008.post-6037585929020365978</id><published>2008-04-15T18:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T18:50:57.258-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>Sensações</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Às vezes tenho vontade de sair.&lt;br /&gt;Sair de mim, do meu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;Viajar...&lt;br /&gt;... pelo mundo afora,&lt;br /&gt;Pela minha mente.&lt;br /&gt;Descobrir o que ela esconde, que eu não sei, não conheço.&lt;br /&gt;Saber o que se passa no meu subconsciente, enquanto eu durmo em um sono profundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria poder desvendar os meus mistérios&lt;br /&gt;Por que eu faço tanta coisa de que me arrependo?&lt;br /&gt;Por que eu não faço o que eu realmente queria?&lt;br /&gt;Tantos “por quês”, sem respostas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O quê eu posso fazer pra me ajudar?&lt;br /&gt;Ai, se eu soubesse!&lt;br /&gt;Como eu gostaria de saber, ia me fazer tão bem.&lt;br /&gt;Ia me deixar, ia me encontrar, me achar.&lt;br /&gt;Iria me satisfazer, me encher, me completar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engraçado como a vida não é como queríamos,&lt;br /&gt;Mas acabamos por aceitá-la.&lt;br /&gt;E o mais engraçado,&lt;br /&gt;É que tem coisas que não mudaríamos por nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7922119118484764008-6037585929020365978?l=arteladobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/feeds/6037585929020365978/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922119118484764008&amp;postID=6037585929020365978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/6037585929020365978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/6037585929020365978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/2008/04/sensaes.html' title='Sensações'/><author><name>Bê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646825937680922003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SEnqcYz2BiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VB0WyE4EPj8/S220/iesam+058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922119118484764008.post-7955379214080936988</id><published>2008-04-14T21:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:02:01.471-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deixa'/><title type='text'>Dia do Beijo...♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ontem foi o dia mundial ( se não me engano) do beijo???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;aproveitaram muito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;espero que sim... Infelizmente eu só aproveitei com a família... aproveitei pra beijar muito a minha irmã que não é muito fã de beijos...!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;bom... por enquanto é só...verei se eu volto com alguns poemas ou contos... de mnha autoria claro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ou talvez não! talvez eu ponha algum famos por aqui! pq não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Kisses (beijos) xxxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hugs (abraços) ooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;bjs e abs   xoxoxoxox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;luv ya alll ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7922119118484764008-7955379214080936988?l=arteladobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/feeds/7955379214080936988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922119118484764008&amp;postID=7955379214080936988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/7955379214080936988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/7955379214080936988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/2008/04/dia-do-beijo.html' title='Dia do Beijo...♥'/><author><name>Bê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646825937680922003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SEnqcYz2BiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VB0WyE4EPj8/S220/iesam+058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922119118484764008.post-2707021862304874236</id><published>2008-04-12T23:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T23:59:39.609-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vídeos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piadas'/><title type='text'>vídeo....FUNNY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;me mandaram esse link... é cômico!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;vale a pena algumas (muitas) partes dele... assistam :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9dsClG9fPs0"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9dsClG9fPs0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;beijos.... ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7922119118484764008-2707021862304874236?l=arteladobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2707021862304874236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922119118484764008&amp;postID=2707021862304874236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/2707021862304874236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/2707021862304874236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/2008/04/vdeofunny.html' title='vídeo....FUNNY!!!!'/><author><name>Bê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646825937680922003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SEnqcYz2BiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VB0WyE4EPj8/S220/iesam+058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922119118484764008.post-7509422014305323185</id><published>2008-04-12T23:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T00:01:08.889-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>(letras de) Músicas para relaxar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Coisas Que Eu Sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Danni Carlos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu quero ficar perto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;De tudo que acho certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Até o dia em que eu mudar de opinião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A minha experiência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Meu pacto com a ciência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Meu conhecimento é minha distração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Coisas que eu sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu adivinho sem ninguém ter me contado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Coisas que eu sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;O meu rádio relógio mostra o tempo errado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Aperte o Play...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu gosto do meu quarto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Do meu desarrumado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ninguém sabe mexer na minha confusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;É o meu ponto de vista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Não aceito turistas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Meu mundo tá fechado pra visitação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Coisas que eu sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;O medo mora perto das idéias loucas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Coisas que eu sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Se eu for eu vou assim não vou trocar de roupa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;É minha lei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu corto os meus dobrados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Acerto os meus pecados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ninguém pergunta mais depois que eu já paguei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu vejo o filme em pausas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu imagino casas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Depois eu já nem lembro do que eu desenhei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Coisas que eu sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Não guardo mais agendas no meu celular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Coisas que eu sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu compro aparelhos que eu não sei usar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu já comprei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;As vezes dá preguiça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Na areia movediça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quanto mais eu mexo mais afundo em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu moro num cenário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Do lado imaginário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu entro e saio sempre quando tô a fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Coisas que eu sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;As noites ficam claras no raiar do dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Coisas que eu sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;São coisas que antes eu somente não sabia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Coisas que eu sei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;As noites ficam claras no raiar do dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Coisas que eu sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;São coisas que antes eu somente não sabia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Agora eu sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&gt;&gt; essa música é simplesmente louca!!! Amei!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hate That I Love You (Ft. Ne-Yo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Rihanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*And I hate how much I love you, boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I can’t stand how much I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And I hate how much I love you, boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But I just can’t let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And I hate that I love you so*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*E eu odeio o quanto eu te amo, garoto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Não suporto o quanto eu preciso de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E eu odeio o quanto eu te amo, garoto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mas eu simplesmente não posso te deixar ir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E eu odeio te amar tanto*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&gt;&gt;tá... música meio deprê... mas é verdade... é linda!!!!♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/avril-lavigne/962878/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;http://letras.terra.com.br/avril-lavigne/962878/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/strike/517962/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;http://letras.terra.com.br/strike/517962/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/alicia-keys/1074214/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;http://letras.terra.com.br/alicia-keys/1074214/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&gt;&gt; outros links para músicas que estão na minha cabeça, mesmo contra minha vontade!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;from who love you... Bê... xoxo...♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7922119118484764008-7509422014305323185?l=arteladobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/feeds/7509422014305323185/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922119118484764008&amp;postID=7509422014305323185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/7509422014305323185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/7509422014305323185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/2008/04/letras-de-msicas-para-relaxar.html' title='(letras de) Músicas para relaxar...'/><author><name>Bê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646825937680922003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SEnqcYz2BiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VB0WyE4EPj8/S220/iesam+058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922119118484764008.post-4389496930098522413</id><published>2008-04-12T23:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T00:04:00.259-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><title type='text'>Amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sorriam... a vida é bela lembra???!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;quem vive de passado é museu.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sigam a estrada de tijolos amarelos, vermelhos, verdes...vá atrás do arco-íris, no final dele há um tesouro muito especial pra iluminar seus espíritos!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;deixem pra trás tudo de ruim lhes consome... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Olhe pra frente!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;olhe o sol, as estrelas, a lua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;escute o mar, o vento... escute música!!!! e viva feliz eternamente!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;beijos para todos!!!!! ♥♥♥ Amo vocês!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7922119118484764008-4389496930098522413?l=arteladobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4389496930098522413/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922119118484764008&amp;postID=4389496930098522413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/4389496930098522413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/4389496930098522413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/2008/04/amigos.html' title='Amigos'/><author><name>Bê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646825937680922003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SEnqcYz2BiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VB0WyE4EPj8/S220/iesam+058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922119118484764008.post-1068559353226112597</id><published>2008-04-12T23:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T00:05:24.882-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><title type='text'>começando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;novo blog...!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;fazendo atualização do outro para esse!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;só os posts mais recentes...♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7922119118484764008-1068559353226112597?l=arteladobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/feeds/1068559353226112597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922119118484764008&amp;postID=1068559353226112597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/1068559353226112597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922119118484764008/posts/default/1068559353226112597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteladobe.blogspot.com/2008/04/comeando.html' title='começando...'/><author><name>Bê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646825937680922003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TMB2f0qDYr0/SEnqcYz2BiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VB0WyE4EPj8/S220/iesam+058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
