<?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-169831755455935215</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:16:02.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'>O mundo de Luna</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09807513989786368192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SYxqxmhvdhI/AAAAAAAAACo/Jli4C5P-Iqk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169831755455935215.post-6327846159157835963</id><published>2009-05-14T19:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T19:43:03.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 coisas que eu odeio em você...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/Sgyqb2cYB4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/DIyTc5TUpTY/s1600-h/10things.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335827053974914946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/Sgyqb2cYB4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/DIyTc5TUpTY/s320/10things.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu odeio...&lt;/div&gt;...quando &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;me chama de linda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, pq eu acabo acreditando...&lt;br /&gt;...quando &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;me faz rir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...quando &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;diz que pensou em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, pq sempre fico sonhando acordada...&lt;br /&gt;...quando &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;diz coisas inteligentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...quando &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;lê minha mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...quando &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;se preocupa comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...quando &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;estamos juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, pq é sempre tão bom...&lt;br /&gt;...quando &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;diz que está com sono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, pq me lembro que não vou dormir ao seu lado...&lt;br /&gt;...quando &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;vc faz com que eu me lembre que estamos muito longe um do outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Mas, mais do que tudo, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;odeio o modo como não te odeio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, nem um pouco, nem por um segundo, nem por nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre,&lt;br /&gt;Luna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169831755455935215-6327846159157835963?l=sempreluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/feeds/6327846159157835963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-coisas-que-eu-odeio-em-voce.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/6327846159157835963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/6327846159157835963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-coisas-que-eu-odeio-em-voce.html' title='10 coisas que eu odeio em você...'/><author><name>Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09807513989786368192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SYxqxmhvdhI/AAAAAAAAACo/Jli4C5P-Iqk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/Sgyqb2cYB4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/DIyTc5TUpTY/s72-c/10things.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169831755455935215.post-7829419270269311104</id><published>2009-05-02T15:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T15:42:51.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me nego a admitir que abandonei isso aqui. Quando comecei gostaria que aqui fosse minha pagina em branco onde eu pudesse escrever qualquer coisa. Qualquer coisa mesmo. Coisas minhas, de outras pessoas que conheço... e de outras que (ainda) não conheço. Hoje estou aqui só prá falar... Falar de como é gostoso receber um beijo lambuzado de brigadeiro, ou como é uma delícia ficar cheia de areia depois de uma tarde inteira no parquinho... Falar tudo que me vem à mente: delírios, devaneios, sonhos... Falar do meu trabalho que me enche de prazer mas as vzs me deixa louca... Falar da minha família que, como toda família que se preze, vive se metendo na minha vida, e que as vzs tenho vontade de sumir por conta disso; e outras vezes sinto como se fosse meu eixo, o que me deixa centrada, o que me faz colocar as idéias em ordem na cabeça. Falar dos meus amigos, que simplesmente não têm hora prá ligar prá mim, e eu confesso que,, apesar de detestar, eu adoro isso. Falar dos amores que tive e que ainda não tive, do que já foi e do que virá, do ontem e do hoje. Falar, apenas 'dizendo' a minha vida, sem nenhuma preocupação com regras ortográficas, concordância, regência e tds essas coisas que mtas vezes tiram a gente do sério. Falar que eu odeio ser politicamente correta e que na maioria das vezes gostaria apenas de viver... sem limites, sem regras, sem motivo, sem hora prá viver... Falar o que procuro, o que busco e do que fujo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre,&lt;br /&gt;Luna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169831755455935215-7829419270269311104?l=sempreluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/feeds/7829419270269311104/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/05/me-nego-admitir-que-abandonei-isso-aqui.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/7829419270269311104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/7829419270269311104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/05/me-nego-admitir-que-abandonei-isso-aqui.html' title=''/><author><name>Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09807513989786368192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SYxqxmhvdhI/AAAAAAAAACo/Jli4C5P-Iqk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169831755455935215.post-4247006818107094136</id><published>2009-04-27T15:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:32:05.248-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Why don't you love me?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SfYHg5qH5WI/AAAAAAAAAHA/MuRrPtpPXD0/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329455470854268258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SfYHg5qH5WI/AAAAAAAAAHA/MuRrPtpPXD0/s320/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Claire Danes, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A garota da vitrine"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169831755455935215-4247006818107094136?l=sempreluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/feeds/4247006818107094136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/04/ray-why-dont-you-love-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/4247006818107094136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/4247006818107094136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/04/ray-why-dont-you-love-me.html' title='&quot;Why don&apos;t you love me?&quot;'/><author><name>Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09807513989786368192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SYxqxmhvdhI/AAAAAAAAACo/Jli4C5P-Iqk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SfYHg5qH5WI/AAAAAAAAAHA/MuRrPtpPXD0/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169831755455935215.post-7799735783325699889</id><published>2009-04-23T09:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T09:41:02.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quinta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quinta feira... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É impressão minha ou os dias estão voando?? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje acordei, aquela preguiça básica de todo dia: "Não vou abrir meus olhos, não vou!!!"... Aí o despertador toca... "Eu NÃO estou ouvindo o despertador, não estou!!!"... Fico uns 15 minutos enrolando na cama... E aí? aí vem ela: "mamãe acooooooooooooorda, já ta 'de dia'!!!" Pronto. Não teve jeito. Quando a realidade bate na porta, não adianta enfiar a cara debaixo do travesseiro... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enfim, ótima quinta!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169831755455935215-7799735783325699889?l=sempreluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/feeds/7799735783325699889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/04/quinta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/7799735783325699889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/7799735783325699889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/04/quinta.html' title='Quinta.'/><author><name>Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09807513989786368192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SYxqxmhvdhI/AAAAAAAAACo/Jli4C5P-Iqk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169831755455935215.post-4934179581675044323</id><published>2009-04-15T14:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T14:41:50.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciranda, cirandinha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SeYptFWH_ZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/IIrQPWR1P4k/s1600-h/balas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324989463918017938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SeYptFWH_ZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/IIrQPWR1P4k/s320/balas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu sou criança. E vou crescer assim. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Gosto de abraçar apertado&lt;/span&gt;, sentir alegria inteira, inventar mundos, inventar amores. Acho graça onde não há sentido. Acho lindo o que não é. O simples me faz rir, o complicado me aborrece. O mundo pra mim é grande, não entendo como moro em um planeta que gira sem parar, nem como funciona o fax. Verdade seja dita: entender, eu entendo. Mas não faz diferença, o mundo continua rodando, existe a tal gravidade, papéis entram e saem de máquinas, existem coisas que não precisam ser explicadas. (Pelo menos para mim).&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;O que importa é o que faz os meus olhos brilharem&lt;/span&gt;, o coração bater forte, o sorriso saltar da cara. Eu acho que as pessoas são sempre grandes e às vezes pequenas, igual brinquedo Playmobil. Enxergo o mundo sempre lindo e às vezes cinza, mas para isso existem o lápis-de-cor e o amor que a gente aprendeu em casa desde cedo. Lembra?&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Tenho um coração maior do que eu&lt;/span&gt;, nunca sei minha altura, tenho o tamanho de um sonho. E o sonho escreve a minha vida que às vezes eu risco, rabisco, embolo e jogo debaixo da cama (pra descansar a alma e dormir sossegada).Coragem eu tenho um monte. Mas medo eu tenho poucos. Tenho medo de filme de terror, tenho medo das pessoas, tenho medo de mim. Minha bagunça mora aqui dentro, pensamentos entram e saem, nunca sei aonde fui parar. Mas uma coisa eu digo: eu não páro. Perco o rumo, ralo o joelho, bato de frente com a cara na porta: sei aonde quero chegar, mesmo sem saber como. E vou. Sempre me pergunto quanto falta, se está perto, com que letra começa, se vai ter fim, se vai dar certo. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sempre pergunto&lt;/span&gt; se você está feliz, se eu estou linda, se eu vou ganhar estrelinha, se eu posso levar pra casa, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;se eu posso te levar pra mim&lt;/span&gt;, se o café ficou forte demais. Eu sou assim. Nada de meias-palavras. Já mudei, já aprendi, já fiquei de castigo, já levei ocorrência, já preguei chiclete debaixo da carteira da sala de aula, mas palavra é igual oração: tem que ser inteira senão perde a força.Sou menina levada, princesa de rua, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;sou criança crescida com contas para pagar&lt;/span&gt;. E mesmo pequena, não deixo de crescer. Trabalho igual gente grande, fico séria, traço metas. Mas quando chega a hora do recreio, aí vou eu... Beijo escondido, faço bico, faço manha, tomo sorvete no pote, choro quando dói, choro quando não dói. E &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;eu amo&lt;/span&gt;. Amo &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;igual criança&lt;/span&gt;. Amo com os olhos vidrados, amo com todas as letras. A-M-O. Amo e invento. Sem restrições. Sem medo. Sem frases cortadas. Sem censura. Sem pudor. Quer me entender? Não precisa. Quer me amar? &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Me dê&lt;/span&gt; um chocolate, um bilhete, um brinde que você ganhou e não gostou, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;uma mentira bonita pra me fazer sonhar&lt;/span&gt;. Não importa. Criança não liga pra preço, não liga pra laço de fita e cartão de relevo. Criança gosta de beijo, abraço e surpresa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169831755455935215-4934179581675044323?l=sempreluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/feeds/4934179581675044323/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/04/ciranda-cirandinha.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/4934179581675044323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/4934179581675044323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/04/ciranda-cirandinha.html' title='Ciranda, cirandinha...'/><author><name>Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09807513989786368192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SYxqxmhvdhI/AAAAAAAAACo/Jli4C5P-Iqk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SeYptFWH_ZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/IIrQPWR1P4k/s72-c/balas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169831755455935215.post-1744963467014680263</id><published>2009-04-14T11:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:22:01.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou legal, não tô te dando mole...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SeSqEOSaA3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/gMgb4DDGMSw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324567648990266226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SeSqEOSaA3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/gMgb4DDGMSw/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não tem coisa pior do que você ser mal-interpretada pelas suas ações. As pessoas têm uma necessidade incrível de pré-julgar &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(com hifen, sem hifen?? ih, deixa prá lá)&lt;/span&gt; os outros: se são quietas, "nossa, como ela é metida e arrogante", se são falantes e extrovertidas, "ih, já quer aparecer", se são atenciosas e tentam ser legais, "viu como ela fica dando mole prá mim?"... Desisto!!!! Desisto de tentar entender o que passa na cabeça dos seres humanos, vou continuar agindo como sempre agi, porque me sinto muito bem tratando as pessoas com atenção e carinho... Eu sou assim, fazer o quê? Não tenho medo de dizer "eu gosto de você", não tenho receio de dar um abraço apertado em um amigo, não vou deixar de elogiar a pessoa que fez um trabalho bacana ou está super bem vestido, nunca vou deixar de dizer "que saudade", porque é algo verdadeiro... Essa sou eu, tentando ser amiga e companheira em uma época de profundo individualismo.... E não, eu &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;não&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to 'pagando pau' prá vc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sempre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Luna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169831755455935215-1744963467014680263?l=sempreluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/feeds/1744963467014680263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/04/sou-legal-nao-to-te-dando-mole.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/1744963467014680263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/1744963467014680263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/04/sou-legal-nao-to-te-dando-mole.html' title='Sou legal, não tô te dando mole...'/><author><name>Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09807513989786368192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SYxqxmhvdhI/AAAAAAAAACo/Jli4C5P-Iqk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SeSqEOSaA3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/gMgb4DDGMSw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169831755455935215.post-1066088861432933248</id><published>2009-04-13T16:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:27:19.002-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Filhos X Cães</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SeOf5uoZxKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/nRglqPLLPgA/s1600-h/Mirada-felina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324274998600909986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SeOf5uoZxKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/nRglqPLLPgA/s320/Mirada-felina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Homem é detido na Espanha ao levar filhos no porta-malas do carro&lt;br /&gt;Cachorro, no entanto, viajava no banco da frente.Crianças de 7 e 11 anos andaram por 35 km no bagageiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Do G1, em São Paulo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A guarda civil espanhola deteve em Madri um homem que circulava com seus filhos de 7 e 11 anos no porta-malas do carro, noticiou nesta segunda-feira (13) o jornal "El País". Segundo a reportagem, as crianças haviam viajado 35 quilômetros no bagageiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A detenção ocorreu quando a polícia parou o carro por notar que o motorista e a passageira ao seu lado que carregava um cachorro não usavam cinto de segurança. Após perceber o nervosismo do motorista, os oficiais o obrigaram a abrir o bagageiro, onde descobriram os dois menores - que viajavam rodeados de pacotes e garrafas de bebidas alcoólicas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De acordo com o "El País", após ser detido, o equatoriano de 32 anos e sua mulher explicaram que colocaram os filhos no porta-malas pois "não havia espaço" para eles no carro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me respondam: o que está acontecendo com as pessoas??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total absurdo!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muito triste ver como as pessoas tratam os próprios filhos... Quando não matam, torturam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169831755455935215-1066088861432933248?l=sempreluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/feeds/1066088861432933248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/04/filhos-x-caes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/1066088861432933248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/1066088861432933248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/04/filhos-x-caes.html' title='Filhos X Cães'/><author><name>Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09807513989786368192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SYxqxmhvdhI/AAAAAAAAACo/Jli4C5P-Iqk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SeOf5uoZxKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/nRglqPLLPgA/s72-c/Mirada-felina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169831755455935215.post-8391554808772056479</id><published>2009-04-11T10:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T10:49:56.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ele não está tão afim de você...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SeCtvwQw-fI/AAAAAAAAAGg/aDlQwHIU5Bk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323445795472603634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SeCtvwQw-fI/AAAAAAAAAGg/aDlQwHIU5Bk/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sem dúvida esse é o meu casal favorito na trama. Ela, uma atraente professora de yoga que mora sozinha. Ele, um cara que está preso à um casamento sem graça, e lhe falta coragem para acabar com tudo. Se conhecem num supermercado e logo de cara um fica afim do outro. A química é instantânea. Um não para de pensar no outro. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ela sente que está se apaixonando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Ele está confuso, se sente muito atraído pela moça mas tem medo de arriscar seu casamento seguro (e bem sem sal). Ela vê na situação toda um futuro, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ele pode ser o seu grande amor, sua alma gêmea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... Afinal de contas um casamento não é uma sentença de morte, ele pode descobrir que também está apaixonado e decidir ficar com ela. Tudo começa a acontecer rápido e ele decide se render à uma noite intensa ao lado da mocinha... A afinidade que rola entre os dois é demais, dá a entender que essa noite resultará em um happy ending... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; é como aquele dito popular: "Tudo que é bom dura o tempo suficiente para se tornar inesquecível"... &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No final, ela percebe que&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ele não tem coragem de dar um basta no casamento morno, ou seja, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ele não está tão afim de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sempre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Luna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[status: me sentindo meio Scarlett Johanson]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169831755455935215-8391554808772056479?l=sempreluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/feeds/8391554808772056479/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/04/ele-nao-esta-tao-afim-de-voce.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/8391554808772056479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/8391554808772056479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/04/ele-nao-esta-tao-afim-de-voce.html' title='Ele não está tão afim de você...'/><author><name>Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09807513989786368192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SYxqxmhvdhI/AAAAAAAAACo/Jli4C5P-Iqk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SeCtvwQw-fI/AAAAAAAAAGg/aDlQwHIU5Bk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169831755455935215.post-8707246043791198849</id><published>2009-04-03T12:11:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T12:35:45.112-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Estrada e eu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SdY4ioAllsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/LI_W9N1Ej8g/s1600-h/praia+da+saudade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320502177291409090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SdY4ioAllsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/LI_W9N1Ej8g/s320/praia+da+saudade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na estrada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Marisa Monte)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ela vai voltar, vai chegar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E se demorar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll wait for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ela vem, e ninguém mais bela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby, I wanna be yours&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sem botão, no tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No topo, no chão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em cada escada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A caminhada a pé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De caminhão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seu horário nunca é cedo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aonde estou?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E quando escondo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A minha &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;olheira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É prá colher &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;amor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sala, sem ela, tem janela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Inclino, em cerca de atenção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ela vem, e ninguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas ela vem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em minha direção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sala, sem ela tem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Janela inclino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em cerca de &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;atenção&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ela vem, e ninguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mais bela vem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em minha direção...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sem botão, no tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No topo, no chão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em cada escada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A caminhada a pé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De caminhão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seu horário nunca é cedo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aonde estou?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E quando escondo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A minha olheira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É prá colher amor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sala, sem ela, tem janela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Inclino, em cerca de atenção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ela vem, e ninguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas ela vem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em minha direção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sala, sem ela tem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Janela inclino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em cerca de atenção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ela vem, e ninguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mais bela vem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em minha direção...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;[Just wanna be... yours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;everyday and every night]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;[status: offline]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=0df39b5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169831755455935215-8707246043791198849?l=sempreluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/feeds/8707246043791198849/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/04/estrada-e-eu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/8707246043791198849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/8707246043791198849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/04/estrada-e-eu.html' title='A Estrada e eu...'/><author><name>Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09807513989786368192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SYxqxmhvdhI/AAAAAAAAACo/Jli4C5P-Iqk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SdY4ioAllsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/LI_W9N1Ej8g/s72-c/praia+da+saudade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169831755455935215.post-7036482640986249508</id><published>2009-03-31T21:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:24:32.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Para os amores proibidos... o tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SdLCDtAgEdI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pSUZHtx4WXY/s1600-h/namorados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319527478755070418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SdLCDtAgEdI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pSUZHtx4WXY/s320/namorados.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"O tempo é muito lento para os que esperam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muito rápido para os que tem medo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muito longo para os que lamentam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muito curto para os que festejam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas, para os que amam, o tempo é eterno."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/William_Shakespeare/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169831755455935215-7036482640986249508?l=sempreluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/feeds/7036482640986249508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/03/para-os-amores-proibidos-o-tempo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169831755455935215.post-6581822889419773595</id><published>2009-03-30T22:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:48:33.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Se fosse só sentir saudade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SdGAxe4HB8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/BhVwG_F9XN0/s1600-h/praia+da+saudade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319174222491617218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SdGAxe4HB8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/BhVwG_F9XN0/s320/praia+da+saudade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angra dos Reis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Renato Russo/Marcelo Bonfá)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Deixa, se fosse sempre assim/Quente, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deita aqui perto de mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/Tem dias, que tudo está em paz/E agora os dias são iguais.../Se fosse só sentir &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saudade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/Mas tem sempre algo mais/Seja como for/É uma dor que dói no peito/Pode rir agora/Que estou sozinho/Mas não venha me roubar.../Vamos brincar perto da usina/Deixa pra lá/A Angra é dos Reis/Por que se explicar/Se não existe perigo.../Senti &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;teu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;coração perfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;/Batendo à toa e isso dói/Seja como for/É uma dor que dói no peito/Pode rir agora/Que estou sozinho/Mas não &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;venha me roubar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.../Vai ver que não é nada disso/Vai ver que já não sei quem sou/Vai ver que nunca fui o mesmo/A culpa é toda sua e nunca foi.../Mesmo se as estrelas/Começassem a cair/A luz queimasse tudo ao redor/E fosse o fim chegando cedo/Você visse o&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; nosso corpo em chamas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!/Deixa, pra lá.../Quando as estrelas/Começarem a cair/Me diz, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;me diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pr'onde é que a gente vai fugir?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sempre tua, sempre sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luna.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=f69955b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169831755455935215-6581822889419773595?l=sempreluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/feeds/6581822889419773595/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/03/se-fosse-so-sentir-saudade.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/6581822889419773595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/6581822889419773595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/03/se-fosse-so-sentir-saudade.html' title='Se fosse só sentir saudade...'/><author><name>Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09807513989786368192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SYxqxmhvdhI/AAAAAAAAACo/Jli4C5P-Iqk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SdGAxe4HB8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/BhVwG_F9XN0/s72-c/praia+da+saudade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169831755455935215.post-1255277009305685996</id><published>2009-03-29T00:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T01:37:27.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sábado à noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/Sc8DF4bIo8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/bN9tNBrCHWU/s1600-h/LISBOA-%2520by_Night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318473084528272322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/Sc8DF4bIo8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/bN9tNBrCHWU/s320/LISBOA-%2520by_Night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Todo mundo sonha em ter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma vida da boa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sábado à noite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo pode mudar..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sábado à noite: pode tudo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero que todas as noites sejam noites de sábado :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luna.&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/169831755455935215-1255277009305685996?l=sempreluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/feeds/1255277009305685996/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/03/sabado-noite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/1255277009305685996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/1255277009305685996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/03/sabado-noite.html' title='Sábado à noite'/><author><name>Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09807513989786368192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SYxqxmhvdhI/AAAAAAAAACo/Jli4C5P-Iqk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/Sc8DF4bIo8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/bN9tNBrCHWU/s72-c/LISBOA-%2520by_Night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169831755455935215.post-8375738135639692239</id><published>2009-03-25T15:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T16:00:14.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/ScqM69rmDZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/6KdiyHlWtQE/s1600-h/cafe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317217254682004882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/ScqM69rmDZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/6KdiyHlWtQE/s320/cafe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando eu era criança, adorava responder aqueles cadernos de perguntas... Eram perguntas óóótimas do tipo: "Quem é o seu amor?" "Quem é sua melhor amiga?"... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois bem, agora eu sou mocinha (rs) e gosto de responder questionários de blogs... Então lá vai... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Qual é sua principal qualidade?&lt;br /&gt;sinceridade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. E seu principal defeito?&lt;br /&gt;sinceridade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. A qualidade mais importante em um homem?&lt;br /&gt;masculinidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. E a qualidade mais importante em uma mulher?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;independência&lt;br /&gt;5. O que você mais aprecia nos seus amigos?&lt;br /&gt;companheirismo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Sua ocupação favorita é...?&lt;br /&gt;meu trabalho e a net (of course)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Qual é o seu ideal de alegria terrestre?&lt;br /&gt;Estar ao lado da minha filha com um cartão de crédito SEM LIMITES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. E o que seria a maior das misérias?&lt;br /&gt;Não ter amigos e nem cartão de crédito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Quem você gostaria de ser?&lt;br /&gt;Eu mesma&lt;br /&gt;10. Onde gostaria de viver?&lt;br /&gt;Perto do Amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.Qual sua cor favorita?&lt;br /&gt;Rosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.Sua flor preferida?&lt;br /&gt;Orquídeas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13.Um pássaro?&lt;br /&gt;Beija-flor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14.Seus autores(as) preferidos(as)?&lt;br /&gt;Lya Luft / Martha Medeiros e, claro, Nicolau Olivieri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15.E os poetas de que mais gosta?&lt;br /&gt;Vinícius de Moraes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16.Quem são seus heróis de ficção?&lt;br /&gt;X-men e a mulher maravilha em seu avião transparente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17.Seus músicos/compositores favoritos?&lt;br /&gt;Renato Russo é um deles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Quais são os seus artistas de cinema favoritos?&lt;br /&gt;Kate Hudson e Richard Gere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19.E quem são seus heróis da vida real?&lt;br /&gt;(passo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20.Qual é sua palavra favorita?&lt;br /&gt;BEIJO&lt;br /&gt;21.O que você mais detesta?&lt;br /&gt;Noite Fria sem uma companhia masculina prá me aquecer (poético, não?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;22.Quais são os seus nomes favoritos?&lt;br /&gt;Gabriela, Luna... rs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. Você seria capaz de matar alguém?&lt;br /&gt;Claro! Why not?&lt;br /&gt;24.Quais dons da natureza que você gostaria de possuir?&lt;br /&gt;Fotossíntese (kkkkk)&lt;br /&gt;25.Como gostaria de morrer?&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. Acredita na sobrevivência da alma?&lt;br /&gt;aham&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;27.Qual seu atual estado de espírito?&lt;br /&gt;Alegre :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;28.Que defeito é mais fácil perdoar?&lt;br /&gt;preguiça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;29.Qual é o lema da sua vida?&lt;br /&gt;Se a vida te der um limão... jogue na cabeça do primeiro que passar (rs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amèlie... espero q tenha curtido as respostas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye-bye!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169831755455935215-8375738135639692239?l=sempreluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/feeds/8375738135639692239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/03/answers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/8375738135639692239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/8375738135639692239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/03/answers.html' title='Answers'/><author><name>Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09807513989786368192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SYxqxmhvdhI/AAAAAAAAACo/Jli4C5P-Iqk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/ScqM69rmDZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/6KdiyHlWtQE/s72-c/cafe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169831755455935215.post-5837181981002132791</id><published>2009-03-10T18:04:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:22:34.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't need a man... (PCD)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/za6ReoGyJQM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/za6ReoGyJQM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma das músicas do meu pen-drive... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sempre,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luna.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169831755455935215-5837181981002132791?l=sempreluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/feeds/5837181981002132791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-need-man.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/5837181981002132791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/5837181981002132791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-need-man.html' title='I don&apos;t need a man... (PCD)'/><author><name>Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09807513989786368192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SYxqxmhvdhI/AAAAAAAAACo/Jli4C5P-Iqk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169831755455935215.post-5705062668428173479</id><published>2009-03-06T13:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:05:04.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...a vida continua e se entregar é uma bobagem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SbFlxnobEOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/q0_7xympRSI/s1600-h/bruxa(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310137338773049570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SbFlxnobEOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/q0_7xympRSI/s320/bruxa(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De tarde quero descansar, chegar ate a praia e ver/ Se o vento ainda está forte/ E vai ser bom subir nas pedras/ Sei que faço isso pra esquecer/ Eu deixo a onda me acertar/ E o vento vai levando tudo embora/ &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora está tão longe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/ Vê, a linha do horizonte me distrai:/ &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dos nossos planos é que tenho mais saudade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,/ Quando olhávamos juntos na mesma direção/ &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aonde está você agora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/ &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Além de aqui dentro de mim?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/ Agimos certo sem querer/ Foi só o tempo que errou/ Vai ser difícil sem você/ Porque você está comigo o tempo todo/ E quando eu vejo o mar,/ Existe algo que diz,/ Que a vida continuaE se entregar é uma bobagem/ Já que você não está aqui,/ O que posso fazer é cuidar de mim/ &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero ser feliz ao menos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/ Lembra que o plano era ficarmos bem?/ - Ei, olha só o que eu achei: cavalos-marinhos/ &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei que faço isso pra esquecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/ Eu deixo a onda me acertar/ &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o vento vai levando tudo embora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sempre...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Luna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169831755455935215-5705062668428173479?l=sempreluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/feeds/5705062668428173479/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/03/vida-continua-e-se-entregar-e-uma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/5705062668428173479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/5705062668428173479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/03/vida-continua-e-se-entregar-e-uma.html' title='...a vida continua e se entregar é uma bobagem...'/><author><name>Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09807513989786368192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SYxqxmhvdhI/AAAAAAAAACo/Jli4C5P-Iqk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SbFlxnobEOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/q0_7xympRSI/s72-c/bruxa(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169831755455935215.post-1325057730664128614</id><published>2009-03-03T22:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:01:07.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dica de filme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/Sa3t0k_gAKI/AAAAAAAAAFg/99VbHBPZuHQ/s1600-h/my+best+friend%27s+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309161023278678178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/Sa3t0k_gAKI/AAAAAAAAAFg/99VbHBPZuHQ/s320/my+best+friend%27s+girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Título: "Amigos, amigos... mulheres à parte"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ótimo prá descontrair... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sou suspeita pq sou fã da Kate Hudson, rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enfim, assistam e tirem suas próprias conclusões... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;beijinhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169831755455935215-1325057730664128614?l=sempreluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/feeds/1325057730664128614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/03/cinema-lets-have-some-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/1325057730664128614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/1325057730664128614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/03/cinema-lets-have-some-fun.html' title='Dica de filme'/><author><name>Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09807513989786368192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SYxqxmhvdhI/AAAAAAAAACo/Jli4C5P-Iqk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/Sa3t0k_gAKI/AAAAAAAAAFg/99VbHBPZuHQ/s72-c/my+best+friend%27s+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169831755455935215.post-4115465051890332287</id><published>2009-02-27T09:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:15:58.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma dose extra de melancolia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SafnZo-hbjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/YvHkVVQ4TQM/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307465113561820722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SafnZo-hbjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/YvHkVVQ4TQM/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Há pessoas que nos falam e nem as escutamos, há pessoas que nos ferem e nem cicatrizes deixam mas há pessoas que simplesmente aparecem em nossas vidas e nos marcam para sempre."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Cecilia_Meireles/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cecília Meireles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Luna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169831755455935215-4115465051890332287?l=sempreluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/feeds/4115465051890332287/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/02/uma-dose-extra-de-melancolia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/4115465051890332287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/4115465051890332287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/02/uma-dose-extra-de-melancolia.html' title='Uma dose extra de melancolia...'/><author><name>Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09807513989786368192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SYxqxmhvdhI/AAAAAAAAACo/Jli4C5P-Iqk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SafnZo-hbjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/YvHkVVQ4TQM/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169831755455935215.post-3551370177772701146</id><published>2009-02-19T22:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:23:02.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Quem é você? Advinhe se gosta de mim..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SZ4T9bVZK4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/YpPyJRn7fVw/s1600-h/carnaval.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304699357119458178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SZ4T9bVZK4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/YpPyJRn7fVw/s320/carnaval.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;O carnaval está entre as maiores festas populares do Brasil. A dança, o canto, a máscara, as musas, as músicas, as marchinhas e toda a liberdade de expressão entre as pessoas parece que desabrocham nesta época.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mas onde e como surgiu esta festa?&lt;br /&gt;A origem do carnaval é um tanto quanto controversa.&lt;br /&gt;Freqüentemente tem sido atribuída á sobrevivência e evolução do culto da deusa Ísis, dos lupercais, bacanais, e saturnais romanos, das festas em homenagem a Dionísio, na Grécia e até das festas medievais dos inocentes e dos doidos.&lt;br /&gt;Durante a Idade Média, a Igreja Católica teve certa benevolência com a festa, mas Tertuliano, são Clemente de Alexandria, são Cipriano e o papa Inocêncio II foram grandes inimigos do carnaval.&lt;br /&gt;Já nos tempos modernos, o tradicional baile de máscaras, introduzido nos séculos XV e XVI começaram a fazer grande sucesso na Itália e na França.&lt;br /&gt;Depois, com o passar dos tempos, o carnaval sofreu um processo de adequação às culturas modernas, como os que se realizam em Munique, Florença, Nápoles, Paris, Roma, Veneza, Nice e Colônia.&lt;br /&gt;Atualmente o carnaval transformou-se numa festa de caráter artístico, como os desfiles alegóricos, popular como o carnaval de rua, assim como os bailes, os blocos e outras festas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;(fonte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://setenoticias.com/cultura/como-surgiu-o-carnaval.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;http://setenoticias.com/cultura/como-surgiu-o-carnaval.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Algumas pessoas entram na nossa vida e provocam muitas mudanças... Fazem a gente se sentir viva, querida, atraente, amada... Você se pega suspirando, rindo, lembrando de todas as conversas, e até mesmo sonhando acordada... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah se todos os dias fossem Carnaval dentro de mim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sempre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Luna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169831755455935215-3551370177772701146?l=sempreluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/feeds/3551370177772701146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/02/quem-e-voce-advinhe-se-gosta-de-mim.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/3551370177772701146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/3551370177772701146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/02/quem-e-voce-advinhe-se-gosta-de-mim.html' title='&quot;Quem é você? Advinhe se gosta de mim...&quot;'/><author><name>Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09807513989786368192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SYxqxmhvdhI/AAAAAAAAACo/Jli4C5P-Iqk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SZ4T9bVZK4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/YpPyJRn7fVw/s72-c/carnaval.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169831755455935215.post-5194452033466392742</id><published>2009-02-17T09:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T09:03:00.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Equilíbrio? Nem tanto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SZq0Y3FmzXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/uoL8gFK3NDk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303749850379505010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SZq0Y3FmzXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/uoL8gFK3NDk/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou uma libriana típica, me perco nos meus pensamentos, sinto tudo com muita intensidade, se estou sofrendo eu choro, se estou feliz, dou risada... As vezes faço piadas de mim mesma, e as vezes choro da minha própria vida... Não tenho vergonha dos meus erros, sou transparente... Gosto de doar um pouco de mim para aqueles que amo... Se isso é bom?? Não sei, só sei que essa pessoa sou eu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sempre,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luna.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169831755455935215-5194452033466392742?l=sempreluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/feeds/5194452033466392742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/02/equilibrio-nem-tanto.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/5194452033466392742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/5194452033466392742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/02/equilibrio-nem-tanto.html' title='Equilíbrio? Nem tanto...'/><author><name>Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09807513989786368192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SYxqxmhvdhI/AAAAAAAAACo/Jli4C5P-Iqk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SZq0Y3FmzXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/uoL8gFK3NDk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169831755455935215.post-8080430113640234790</id><published>2009-02-16T09:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T09:19:35.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulheres Possíveis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SZlnle8JPzI/AAAAAAAAAFA/bo9pyjU_KH4/s1600-h/fada_lua2_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303383929863618354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SZlnle8JPzI/AAAAAAAAAFA/bo9pyjU_KH4/s320/fada_lua2_copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SZlmpQTACMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Q0SW993sXsc/s1600-h/fada_lua2_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recebi esse texto por e-mail, e achei muito interessante...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Espero que curtam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sempre, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Luna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Eu não sirvo de exemplo para nada, mas, se você quer saber se isso é possível, me ofereço como piloto de testes. Sou a Miss Imperfeita, muito prazer. Uma imperfeita que faz tudo o que precisa fazer, como boa profissional, mãe e mulher que também sou: trabalho todos os dias, ganho minha grana, vou ao supermercado três vezes por semana, decido o cardápio das refeições, levo os filhos no colégio e busco, almoço com eles, estudo com eles, telefono para minha mãe todas as noites, procuro minhas amigas, namoro, viajo, vou ao cinema, pago minhas contas, respondo a toneladas de e-mails, faço revisões no dentista, mamografia, caminho meia hora diariamente, compro flores para casa, providencio os consertos domésticos, participo de eventos e reuniões ligados à minha profissão e ainda faço escova toda semana – e as unhas! E, entre uma coisa e outra, leio livros. Portanto, sou ocupada, mas não uma workaholic. Por mais disciplinada e responsável que eu seja, aprendi duas coisinhas que operam milagres. Primeiro: a dizer NÃO. Segundo: a não sentir um pingo de culpa por dizer NÃO. Culpa por nada, aliás. Existe a Coca Zero, o Fome Zero, o Recruta Zero. Pois inclua na sua lista a Culpa Zero. Quando você nasceu, nenhum profeta adentrou a sala da maternidade e lhe apontou o dedo dizendo que a partir daquele momento você seria modelo para os outros. Seu pai e sua mãe, acredite, não tiveram essa expectativa: tudo o que desejaram é que você não chorasse muito durante as madrugadas e mamasse direitinho. Você não é Nossa Senhora. Você é, humildemente, uma mulher. E, se não aprender a delegar, a priorizar e a se divertir, bye-bye vida interessante. Porque vida interessante não é ter a agenda lotada, não é ser sempre politicamente correta, não é topar qualquer projeto por dinheiro, não é atender a todos e criar para si a falsa impressão de ser indispensável. É ter tempo. Tempo para fazer nada. Tempo para fazer tudo. Tempo para dançar sozinha na sala. Tempo para bisbilhotar uma loja de discos. Tempo para sumir dois dias com seu amor. Três dias. Cinco dias! Tempo para uma massagem. Tempo para ver a novela. Tempo para receber aquela sua amiga que é consultora de produtos de beleza. Tempo para fazer um trabalho voluntário. Tempo para procurar um abajur novo para seu quarto. Tempo para conhecer outras pessoas. Voltar a estudar. Para engravidar. Tempo para escrever um livro que você nem sabe se um dia será editado. Tempo, principalmente, para descobrir que você pode ser perfeitamente organizada e profissional sem deixar de existir. Porque nossa existência não é contabilizada por um relógio de ponto ou pela quantidade de memorandos virtuais que atolam nossa caixa postal. Existir, a que será que se destina? Destina-se a ter o tempo a favor, e não contra. A mulher moderna anda muito antiga. Acredita que, se não for super, se não for mega, se não for uma executiva ISO 9000, não será bem avaliada. Está tentando provar não-sei-o-quê para não-sei-quem. Precisa respeitar o mosaico de si mesma, privilegiar cada pedacinho de si. Se o trabalho é um pedação de sua vida, ótimo! Nada é mais elegante, charmoso e inteligente do que ser independente. Mulher que se sustenta fica muito mais sexy e muito mais livre para ir e vir. Desde que lembre de separar alguns bons momentos da semana para usufruir essa independência, senão é escravidão, a mesma que nos mantinha trancafiadas em casa, espiando a vida pela janela. Desacelerar tem um custo. Talvez seja preciso esquecer a bolsa Prada, o hotel decorado pelo Philippe Starck e o batom da M.A.C. Mas, se você precisa vender a alma ao diabo para ter tudo isso, francamente, está precisando rever seus valores. E descobrir que uma bolsa de palha, uma pousadinha rústica à beira-mar e o rosto lavado (ok, esqueça o rosto lavado) podem ser prazeres cinco estrelas e nos dar uma nova perspectiva sobre o que é, afinal, uma vida interessante'. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;(Martha Medeiros - jornalista e escritora)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/169831755455935215-8080430113640234790?l=sempreluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/feeds/8080430113640234790/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/02/mulheres-possiveis.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/8080430113640234790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/8080430113640234790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/02/mulheres-possiveis.html' title='Mulheres Possíveis'/><author><name>Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09807513989786368192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SYxqxmhvdhI/AAAAAAAAACo/Jli4C5P-Iqk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SZlnle8JPzI/AAAAAAAAAFA/bo9pyjU_KH4/s72-c/fada_lua2_copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169831755455935215.post-3520558164718891294</id><published>2009-02-13T12:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T12:43:34.871-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem tem medo da sexta, 13?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SZWU4Jea8AI/AAAAAAAAAEg/VONAPbd1r4E/s1600-h/bruxa(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302307828635725826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SZWU4Jea8AI/AAAAAAAAAEg/VONAPbd1r4E/s320/bruxa(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SZWTLY-zQOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/wXwuJZS741c/s1600-h/Mirada-felina.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Uma Sexta Feira 13 ou seja, uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Sexta-feira" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sexta-feira"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sexta-feira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; no dia 13 de qualquer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Mês" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/M%C3%AAs"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, é considerada popularmente como um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Dia" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dia"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Azar" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Azar"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;azar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;O número &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Treze" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Treze"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; é considerado de má sorte. Na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Numerologia" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Numerologia"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;numerologia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; o número 12 é considerado um número de coisas completas como 12 meses no ano, 12 tribos de Israel, 12 apóstolos de Jesus ou os 12 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Signos do zodíaco" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Signos_do_zod%C3%ADaco"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;signos do zodíaco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Já o 13 é considerado um número irregular. A sexta-feira foi o dia em que Jesus foi crucificado e também é considerada um dia de azar. Somando o dia da semana de azar (sexta) com o número de azar (13) temos o mais azarado dos dias.&lt;br /&gt;Esta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Superstição" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Supersti%C3%A7%C3%A3o"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;superstição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; pode ter tido origem no dia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="13 de Outubro" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/13_de_Outubro"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13 de Outubro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="1307" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1307"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1307&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Sexta-feira" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sexta-feira"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sexta-feira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, quando a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Ordem dos Templários" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ordem_dos_Templ%C3%A1rios"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ordem dos Templários&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; foi declarada ilegal pelo rei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Filipe IV de França" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Filipe_IV_de_Fran%C3%A7a"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Filipe IV de França&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;; os seus membros foram presos simultaneamente em todo o país e alguns torturados e, mais tarde, executados por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Heresia" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heresia"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heresia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Outra possibilidade para esta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Crença" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cren%C3%A7a"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;crença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; está no fato de que Jesus Cristo provavelmente foi morto numa sexta-feira treze, uma vez que a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Páscoa" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/P%C3%A1scoa"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Páscoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; judaica é celebrada no dia 14 do mês de Nissan, no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Calendário hebraico" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Calend%C3%A1rio_hebraico"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;calendário hebraico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Recorde-se ainda que na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Santa Ceia" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Santa_Ceia"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Santa Ceia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; sentaram-se à mesa treze pessoas, sendo que duas delas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Jesus" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jesus"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Judas Iscariotes" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Judas_Iscariotes"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Judas Iscariotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, morreram em seguida, por mortes trágicas, Jesus por execução na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Cruz" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cruz"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cruz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; e Judas provavelmente por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Suicídio" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suic%C3%ADdio"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;suicídio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Antes disso, porém, existem versões que provêm de duas lendas da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Mitologia nórdica" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mitologia_n%C3%B3rdica"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mitologia nórdica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Na primeira delas, conta-se que houve um banquete e 12 deuses foram convidados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Loki" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Loki"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Loki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, espírito do mal e da discórdia, apareceu sem ser chamado e armou uma briga que terminou com a morte de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Balder" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Balder"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Balder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, o favorito dos deuses. Daí veio a crendice de que convidar 13 pessoas para um jantar era desgraça na certa.&lt;br /&gt;Segundo outra história, a deusa do amor e da beleza era &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Friga" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friga"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (que deu origem a frigadag, sexta-feira). Quando as tribos nórdicas e alemãs se converteram ao cristianismo, Friga foi transformada em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Bruxa" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bruxa"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bruxa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Como vingança, ela passou a se reunir todas as sextas com outras 11 bruxas e o demônio. Os 13 ficavam rogando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Praga" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Praga"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pragas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; aos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Humano" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Humano"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;humanos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Eventos históricos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alguns incidentes ocorridos nessa data:&lt;br /&gt;13 de Dezembro de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="1968" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1968"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1968&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;: O governo militar do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Brasil" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brasil"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brasil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; decreta o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="AI-5" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/AI-5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AI-5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, que, entre outras coisas, suspendeu direitos e garantias políticas, decretou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Estado de sítio" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Estado_de_s%C3%ADtio"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;estado de sítio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; no Brasil e dava poderes aos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Militar" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Militar"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;militares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; de fechar o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Congresso" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Congresso"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Congresso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Curiosidades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Triscaidecafobia" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Triscaidecafobia"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Triscaidecafobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; é um medo irracional e incomum do número 13. O medo específico da sexta-feira 13 (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Fobia" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fobia"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;) é chamado de Paraskavedekatriaphobia ou parascavedecatriafobia, ou ainda frigatriscaidecafobia.&lt;br /&gt;O pior incêndio de florestas na história da Austrália ocorreu em uma sexta-feira 13 de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="1939" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1939"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1939&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, onde aproximadamente 20 mil quilômetros de terra foram queimados e 71 pessoas morreram.&lt;br /&gt;A queda do avião que levava a equipe uruguaia de rúgbi nos Andes foi em uma sexta-feira 13 de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="1972" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1972"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1972&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Os acontecimentos neste acidente deram origem ao filme Alive de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="1993" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1993"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1993&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; com direção de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Frank Marshall" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frank_Marshall"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Frank Marshall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Resgate Abaixo de Zero (ainda não escrito)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Resgate_Abaixo_de_Zero&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Resgate Abaixo de Zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Entre as pessoas que morreram nesta data estão o rapper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Tupac Shakur" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tupac_Shakur"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tupac Shakur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, o "Rei do Swing" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Benny Goodman" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benny_Goodman"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Benny Goodman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; e o piloto da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Nascar" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nascar"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nascar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Tony Roper (ainda não escrito)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Tony_Roper&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tony Roper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, que havia batido seu caminhão no dia anterior . Já entre os nascidos neste dia estão o ator &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Steve Buscemi" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steve_Buscemi"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Steve Buscemi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, o ex-ditador &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Fidel Castro" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fidel_Castro"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fidel Castro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, o diretor de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Quarteto Fantástico" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quarteto_Fant%C3%A1stico"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quarteto Fantástico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Tim Story" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tim_Story"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tim Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; e as gêmeas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Mary-Kate e Ashley Olsen" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary-Kate_e_Ashley_Olsen"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mary-Kate e Ashley Olsen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Obtido em "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sexta_Feira_13"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sexta_Feira_13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hj é dia de virar bruxa... rs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ótima sexta-feira 13 prá vcs!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;beijinhos :*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169831755455935215-3520558164718891294?l=sempreluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/feeds/3520558164718891294/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/02/quem-tem-medo-da-sexta-13.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/3520558164718891294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/3520558164718891294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/02/quem-tem-medo-da-sexta-13.html' title='Quem tem medo da sexta, 13?'/><author><name>Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09807513989786368192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SYxqxmhvdhI/AAAAAAAAACo/Jli4C5P-Iqk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SZWU4Jea8AI/AAAAAAAAAEg/VONAPbd1r4E/s72-c/bruxa(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169831755455935215.post-5276393024661798553</id><published>2009-02-12T12:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T12:17:05.301-03:00</updated><title type='text'>La Bella Luna</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SZQ8su-8ZnI/AAAAAAAAAEA/HUXXTfUGY7M/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301929400545863282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SZQ8su-8ZnI/AAAAAAAAAEA/HUXXTfUGY7M/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que eu pense&lt;br /&gt;Que eu sinta, que eu fale&lt;br /&gt;Tem sempre alguma coisa por dizer&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que o mundo dê voltas&lt;br /&gt;Em torno do sol, vem a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me&lt;br /&gt;Enlouquecer&lt;br /&gt;A noite passada&lt;br /&gt;Você veio me ver&lt;br /&gt;A noite passada&lt;br /&gt;Eu sonhei com você&lt;br /&gt;Ó &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; de cosmo&lt;br /&gt;No céu estampada&lt;br /&gt;Permita que eu possa adormecer&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe, de novo nessa madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Ela resolva aparecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A noite passada&lt;br /&gt;Você veio me ver&lt;br /&gt;A noite passada&lt;br /&gt;Eu sonhei com você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Paralamas)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169831755455935215-5276393024661798553?l=sempreluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/feeds/5276393024661798553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-bella-luna.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/5276393024661798553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/5276393024661798553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-bella-luna.html' title='La Bella Luna'/><author><name>Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09807513989786368192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SYxqxmhvdhI/AAAAAAAAACo/Jli4C5P-Iqk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SZQ8su-8ZnI/AAAAAAAAAEA/HUXXTfUGY7M/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169831755455935215.post-3643723969963686805</id><published>2009-02-09T23:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:01:39.003-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Se ele não vem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SZDfzye7j7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Z5slDktCgpo/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300982842232901554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SZDfzye7j7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Z5slDktCgpo/s320/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...eu fico assim... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas... pq?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169831755455935215-3643723969963686805?l=sempreluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/feeds/3643723969963686805/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/02/se-ele-nao-vem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/3643723969963686805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/3643723969963686805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/02/se-ele-nao-vem.html' title='Se ele não vem...'/><author><name>Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09807513989786368192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SYxqxmhvdhI/AAAAAAAAACo/Jli4C5P-Iqk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SZDfzye7j7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Z5slDktCgpo/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169831755455935215.post-9134569182037548544</id><published>2009-02-09T12:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:31:33.912-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É tão fácil te amar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SZBKKmubntI/AAAAAAAAADw/QG7O9bbbpVw/s1600-h/fada_lua2_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300818307469516498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SZBKKmubntI/AAAAAAAAADw/QG7O9bbbpVw/s320/fada_lua2_copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me perdoe por todos os momentos em que não pude estar ao seu lado... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu amor por vc é infinito e provém de fonte inesgotável...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você é, simplesmente, a minha vida...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao seu lado não tenho medo de ser eu mesma...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você me alegra apenas com a sua presença...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você me entende por completo, desvenda a minha alma...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu nunca vou deixar de te amar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sempre,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169831755455935215-9134569182037548544?l=sempreluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/feeds/9134569182037548544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/02/me-perdoe-por-todos-os-momentos-em-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/9134569182037548544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/9134569182037548544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/02/me-perdoe-por-todos-os-momentos-em-que.html' title='É tão fácil te amar...'/><author><name>Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09807513989786368192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SYxqxmhvdhI/AAAAAAAAACo/Jli4C5P-Iqk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SZBKKmubntI/AAAAAAAAADw/QG7O9bbbpVw/s72-c/fada_lua2_copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169831755455935215.post-7449899072619170182</id><published>2009-02-07T01:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T11:23:33.613-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SY2ZPwL9IaI/AAAAAAAAADo/vwzZ8gOvjVg/s1600-h/anigif.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300060832397074850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SY2ZPwL9IaI/AAAAAAAAADo/vwzZ8gOvjVg/s200/anigif.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Deixa eu ser sua pin-up?&lt;br /&gt;Te adoro...&lt;br /&gt;Saudades,&lt;br /&gt;Luna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169831755455935215-7449899072619170182?l=sempreluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/feeds/7449899072619170182/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/02/deixa-eu-ser-sua-pin-up-te-adoro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/7449899072619170182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/7449899072619170182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/02/deixa-eu-ser-sua-pin-up-te-adoro.html' title=''/><author><name>Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09807513989786368192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SYxqxmhvdhI/AAAAAAAAACo/Jli4C5P-Iqk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SY2ZPwL9IaI/AAAAAAAAADo/vwzZ8gOvjVg/s72-c/anigif.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169831755455935215.post-3534543419340030223</id><published>2009-02-05T13:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T13:52:34.557-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sozinha...</title><content type='html'>"Às vezes no silêncio da noite&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico imaginando &lt;strong&gt;nós dois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Eu fico ali &lt;strong&gt;sonhando&lt;/strong&gt; acordado&lt;br /&gt;Juntando o antes, o agora e o depois&lt;br /&gt;Por que você me deixa tão solto?&lt;br /&gt;Por que você não cola em mim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tô me sentindo muito sozinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Não sou nem quero ser o seu dono&lt;br /&gt;É que um &lt;strong&gt;carinho&lt;/strong&gt; às vezes cai bem&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho os meus &lt;strong&gt;segredos e planos secretos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só abro pra &lt;strong&gt;você&lt;/strong&gt; mais ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Porque você me esquece e some?&lt;br /&gt;E se eu me interessar por alguém?&lt;br /&gt;E se ela de repente me ganha?&lt;br /&gt;Quando a gente &lt;strong&gt;gosta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;É claro que a gente &lt;strong&gt;cuida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Fala que me ama&lt;br /&gt;Só que é da boca pra fora&lt;br /&gt;Ou você me engana&lt;br /&gt;Ou não está madura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde está você agora?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade de quem está longe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169831755455935215-3534543419340030223?l=sempreluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/feeds/3534543419340030223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/02/sozinha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/3534543419340030223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/3534543419340030223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/02/sozinha.html' title='Sozinha...'/><author><name>Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09807513989786368192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SYxqxmhvdhI/AAAAAAAAACo/Jli4C5P-Iqk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169831755455935215.post-7094751573580998008</id><published>2009-02-03T20:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:18:37.788-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"A alegria não está nas coisas: está em nós." (Goethe)</title><content type='html'>Quando estamos felizes parece que tudo tem a luz da Lua. É assim que me sinto quando estou feliz... Parece que tudo tem aquele cheirinho de lavanda, tudo tem o frescor da manhã, tudo tem cheiro de chuva...&lt;br /&gt;As melhores coisas são as coisas mais simples... são essas que nos fazem felizes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre,&lt;br /&gt;Luna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169831755455935215-7094751573580998008?l=sempreluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/feeds/7094751573580998008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/02/alegria-nao-esta-nas-coisas-esta-em-nos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/7094751573580998008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169831755455935215/posts/default/7094751573580998008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sempreluna.blogspot.com/2009/02/alegria-nao-esta-nas-coisas-esta-em-nos.html' title='&quot;A alegria não está nas coisas: está em nós.&quot; (Goethe)'/><author><name>Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09807513989786368192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SHIYGhdyHFU/SYxqxmhvdhI/AAAAAAAAACo/Jli4C5P-Iqk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
