<?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-6617171312597340610</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:10:22.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ms</title><subtitle type='html'>this life I just want love, peace and freedom ♫</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617171312597340610/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>michelle susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402174066223237615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xiN0txib-iI/Tjo3pOQk47I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/aAgBO061b08/s220/DSC01185.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617171312597340610.post-7374067194036717767</id><published>2009-11-20T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T15:22:52.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>É hora de se despir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mYlPb2Ry7yI/SwckUvv9U_I/AAAAAAAAAew/Sr2poW1IzSQ/s1600/340x255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mYlPb2Ry7yI/SwckUvv9U_I/AAAAAAAAAew/Sr2poW1IzSQ/s320/340x255.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Calma, não é pra tirar a roupa, não.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Estou falando de se despir dessa armadura horrível que é o preconceito. De conviver com o diferente e saber respeitar aquilo que não faz parte do seu mundo, do seu estilo, da sua religião.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É preciso "des-preconceituar".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;O preconceito leva à discriminação, à marginalização e à violência, uma vez que é baseado unicamente nas aparências e na empatia. &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Há uma espécie de preconceito espontâneo em      relação a tudo que é diferente ou desconhecido. É preciso "des-preconceituar".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"O preconceito esta diretamente ligado a todo tipo de maldade que gira em torno do mundo". Eu sinceramente não quero e não posso contribuir com essa "maldade". &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É preciso "des-preconceituar".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vivemos hoje em um mundo doente, onde uma patente vale mais que uma vida, e o preconceito mata mais que qualquer doença&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"O preconceito é como um câncer.Precisa ser detectado no inicio para que seja curado".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;O preconceito da raça é injusto e causa grande sofrimento às pessoas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;O preconceito  é um tipo  prostituição de alguns espíritos,  que violenta almas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Sim, o preconceito é uma doença e cabe a você dizimá-la.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"Triste época! É mais fácil desintegrar um átomo do que um preconceito".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617171312597340610-7374067194036717767?l=michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com/feeds/7374067194036717767/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-hora-de-se-despir.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617171312597340610/posts/default/7374067194036717767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617171312597340610/posts/default/7374067194036717767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-hora-de-se-despir.html' title='É hora de se despir'/><author><name>michelle susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402174066223237615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xiN0txib-iI/Tjo3pOQk47I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/aAgBO061b08/s220/DSC01185.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mYlPb2Ry7yI/SwckUvv9U_I/AAAAAAAAAew/Sr2poW1IzSQ/s72-c/340x255.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617171312597340610.post-5793054344661126758</id><published>2009-06-03T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T17:56:10.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Nós mulheres, !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);   font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Dizem que, a uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;certa idade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;, nós as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;mulheres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; nos fazemos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;invisíveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;. Que nossa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;atuação na cena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; da vida diminui e que nos tornamos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;inexistentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; para um mundo onde só cabe o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;impulso dos anos infantis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei se me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;tornei invisível &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;para o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;, mas pode ser. Porém nunca fui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;tão consciente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; da minha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;existência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; como agora, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;nunca me senti tão protagonista da minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;, e nunca desfrutei tanto cada momento da minha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;existência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Descobri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; que não sou uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;princes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; de contos de fada; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;descobr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i o ser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;humano sensível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; que sou e também muito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;forte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;. Com suas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;misérias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; e suas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;grandezas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Descobr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i que posso me permitir o luxo de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;não ser perfeita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;, de estar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;cheia de defeitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;, de ter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;fraquezas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;, de me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;enganar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;, de fazer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;coisas indevidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; e de não corresponder às &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;expectativas dos outros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;E apesar disso…&lt;br /&gt;Gostar de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;me olho no espelh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;o e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;procuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; quem fui…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; sorrio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; àquela que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;… Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;alegro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; do caminho andado, assumo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;minhas contradiçõe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;s. Sinto que devo saudar a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; que fui com carinho, mas deixá-la de lado porque agora me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;atrapalha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; mundo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; ilusões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; fantasias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; já não me interessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;. É bom viver sem ter tantas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;obrigações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;. Que bom não sentir um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;desassossego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; permanente causado por correr atrás de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; tantos sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;“A vida é tão curta e a tarefa de vivê-la é tão difícil que quando começamos a aprendê-la, já é hora de partir "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);   line-height: 16px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);   line-height: 16px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617171312597340610-5793054344661126758?l=michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com/feeds/5793054344661126758/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com/2009/06/nos-mulheres-dizem-que-uma-certa-idade.html#comment-form' title='34 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617171312597340610/posts/default/5793054344661126758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617171312597340610/posts/default/5793054344661126758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com/2009/06/nos-mulheres-dizem-que-uma-certa-idade.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402174066223237615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xiN0txib-iI/Tjo3pOQk47I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/aAgBO061b08/s220/DSC01185.JPG'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617171312597340610.post-5407265658060972534</id><published>2009-05-28T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T10:47:16.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Músicaa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;SEMPRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt; !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:arial;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:arial;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:arial;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617171312597340610-5407265658060972534?l=michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com/feeds/5407265658060972534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com/2009/05/musicaa-sempre-v-endo-letra-de-umas.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617171312597340610/posts/default/5407265658060972534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617171312597340610/posts/default/5407265658060972534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com/2009/05/musicaa-sempre-v-endo-letra-de-umas.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402174066223237615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xiN0txib-iI/Tjo3pOQk47I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/aAgBO061b08/s220/DSC01185.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617171312597340610.post-3810622057024620158</id><published>2009-05-20T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:24:25.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;' &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu viajo ouvindo música&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Pra mim música é tudoo, ela ta presente em tudo e em todos, não tem uma pessoa que não gostee de músicaa, tudo beeeem tem váaaaarios tipos e talz, mas todo mundo gostaaa... Eu não tenho uma música predileta ou um cantor, eu gosto de vários de acordo com o som e a letra tbm; Na maiioria das vezes eu busco músicas que tenham a ver comiigo, ou pelo menos que seja um ritmo animadoo, quem não gosta de I kissed a girl, da Katy ? mas a maioria nunca bjou uma garota néah? Eu pelo menos nãaao !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Eu vi essa Comu [&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community.aspx?cmm=3731430" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); "&gt;http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community.aspx?cmm=3731430&lt;/a&gt;]e adoreii, pq é a minha caraa, Õ/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;E falando em ouvir músicaa, quero deixar aqui uma indicação essa músicaa eu gosto muito pq me serviu de estímulo, pra fazer coisas que não tinha coragem ou talvez que nunca tenha nem pensado em fazer, mesmo quem não goste desse tipo de música vale a pena ouvir, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A VIDA É MINHA EU FAÇO O QUE EU QUIZER-&lt;/span&gt;Capital Inicial, ta aqui o link do dowload no 4shared,&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/41158832/7eff9056/Capital_Inicial_-_A_Vida__Minha__Eu_Fao_O_Que_Eu_Quiser_.html?s=1" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); "&gt;http://www.4shared.com/file/41158832/7eff9056/Capital_Inicial_-_A_Vida__Minha__Eu_Fao_O_Que_Eu_Quiser_.html?s=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Bjo, !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617171312597340610-3810622057024620158?l=michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com/feeds/3810622057024620158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu-viajo-ouvindo-musica-pra-mim-musica.html#comment-form' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617171312597340610/posts/default/3810622057024620158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617171312597340610/posts/default/3810622057024620158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu-viajo-ouvindo-musica-pra-mim-musica.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402174066223237615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xiN0txib-iI/Tjo3pOQk47I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/aAgBO061b08/s220/DSC01185.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617171312597340610.post-1039860387278458179</id><published>2009-04-18T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T04:50:24.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-family: inherit; font-size: 2.5em; letter-spacing: -0.05em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; "&gt;Das mãos&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="post-time" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 100%; font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.8em; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="entry" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 100%; font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.165em; margin-bottom: 1.79em; "&gt;&lt;em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 100%; font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 100%; font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Midrash Rabba, sobre o Eclesiastes:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.165em; margin-bottom: 1.79em; "&gt;“Quando o homem vem ao mundo, suas mãos estão sempre fechadas, como se quisesse dizer:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.165em; margin-bottom: 1.79em; "&gt;- O mundo inteiro é meu e conseguirei dominá-lo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.165em; margin-bottom: 1.79em; "&gt;Quando o homem parte do mundo, suas mãos estão sempre abertas, como se quisesse dizer:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.165em; margin-bottom: 1.79em; "&gt;- Não tenho nada em meu poder. Tudo o que posso levar são minhas lembranças, tudo o que posso deixar são meus exemplos”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;-- &lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 100%; font-family: inherit; "&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617171312597340610-1039860387278458179?l=michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com/feeds/1039860387278458179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com/2009/04/das-maos-midrash-rabba-sobre-o.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617171312597340610/posts/default/1039860387278458179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617171312597340610/posts/default/1039860387278458179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com/2009/04/das-maos-midrash-rabba-sobre-o.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402174066223237615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xiN0txib-iI/Tjo3pOQk47I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/aAgBO061b08/s220/DSC01185.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617171312597340610.post-5526854151444896522</id><published>2009-04-04T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T06:58:27.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Num belo livro, mas com um horrível título, “Canja de galinha para a alma”  (Ed. Ediouro), a mãe comenta com a filha como se preparar para a vida:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No mundo inteiro, não há ninguém como eu. Sou dona de meu corpo, dos meus  pensamentos, das minhas idéias. Pertencem a mim as imagens que meus olhos  contemplam e eu preciso saber escolhê-las. Possuo minhas próprias fantasias,  meus sonhos, esperanças e medos. Uma vez que sou dona de mim, preciso me  conhecer intimamente e possibilitar que todo o meu eu trabalhe a meu favor. Há  aspectos em mim que me confundem, outros que não conheço. Mas esteja ou não de  acordo com tudo o que sou, é autêntico e representa o momento em que vivo. Tenho  ferramentas para melhorar, para ser produtiva, e para organizar o que está  desajustado. Sou dona de mim. Sou eu mesma e estou bem&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617171312597340610-5526854151444896522?l=michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com/feeds/5526854151444896522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com/2009/04/num-belo-livro-mas-com-um-horrivel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617171312597340610/posts/default/5526854151444896522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617171312597340610/posts/default/5526854151444896522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com/2009/04/num-belo-livro-mas-com-um-horrivel.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402174066223237615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xiN0txib-iI/Tjo3pOQk47I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/aAgBO061b08/s220/DSC01185.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617171312597340610.post-5579875098356248419</id><published>2009-04-02T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:48:15.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-family: inherit; font-size: 2.5em; letter-spacing: -0.05em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; "&gt;Do lago /&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="entry" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 100%; font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.165em; margin-bottom: 1.79em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.165em; margin-bottom: 1.79em; "&gt;Uma lenda de Victoria, Austrália, nos fala de um caçador que viu, dentro de um lago, uma bela mulher. Enamorado, pediu-a em casamento.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.165em; margin-bottom: 1.79em; "&gt;A mulher disse que estava ali por causa de um feiticeiro, mas conseguiria sair do lago se ele jamais a tocasse com qualquer objeto de aço.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.165em; margin-bottom: 1.79em; "&gt;Casaram-se, e um belo dia foram a um enterro. Chegando lá, a mulher ria o tempo todo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.165em; margin-bottom: 1.79em; "&gt;“Por que você ri?”, perguntaram as outras pessoas presentes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.165em; margin-bottom: 1.79em; "&gt;“Porque os problemas do morto chegaram ao fim”, respondeu a mulher.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.165em; margin-bottom: 1.79em; "&gt;No dia seguinte foram a um casamento, e a mulher desandou a chorar. “Por que você chora?”, perguntaram os convidados.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.165em; margin-bottom: 1.79em; "&gt;“Porque os problemas do casal estão começando”, respondeu ela.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.165em; margin-bottom: 1.79em; "&gt;Incapaz de entender as atitudes de sua esposa, o caçador a tocou com a ponta de aço de sua bengala, e ela voltou para o fundo do lago.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.165em; margin-bottom: 1.79em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.165em; margin-bottom: 1.79em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.165em; margin-bottom: 1.79em; "&gt;( Paulo Coelho, G1 - O portal de noticias )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617171312597340610-5579875098356248419?l=michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com/feeds/5579875098356248419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-lago-uma-lenda-de-victoria-australia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617171312597340610/posts/default/5579875098356248419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617171312597340610/posts/default/5579875098356248419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-lago-uma-lenda-de-victoria-australia.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402174066223237615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xiN0txib-iI/Tjo3pOQk47I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/aAgBO061b08/s220/DSC01185.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617171312597340610.post-2106975201630658606</id><published>2009-02-17T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T10:42:06.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>L. Barbosa conta uma curiosa história sobre quatro pessoas: “Todo Mundo”, “Alguém”,&lt;br /&gt;“Qualquer Um”, e “Ninguém”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havia um importante trabalho a ser feito, mas “Todo Mundo” tinha certeza que “Alguém” o faria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Qualquer Um” podia tê-lo feito, mas “Ninguém” o fez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alguém” zangou-se, porque achava que era um trabalho para “Todo Mundo”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Todo Mundo” pensou que “Qualquer Um” podia resolver o assunto, mas “Ninguém” imaginou que “Todo Mundo” deixasse de fazê-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No final, “Todo Mundo” culpou “Alguém”, quando “Ninguém” fez o trabalho que “Qualquer Um” podia ter feito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617171312597340610-2106975201630658606?l=michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com/feeds/2106975201630658606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com/2009/02/l.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617171312597340610/posts/default/2106975201630658606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617171312597340610/posts/default/2106975201630658606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com/2009/02/l.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402174066223237615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xiN0txib-iI/Tjo3pOQk47I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/aAgBO061b08/s220/DSC01185.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617171312597340610.post-300510501143821492</id><published>2009-02-10T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T13:54:28.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;'   As Mulheres&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Segundo Arnaldo Jabor&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cara faz um esforço desgraçado para ficar rico pra quê?&lt;br /&gt;O sujeito quer ficar famoso pra quê?&lt;br /&gt;O indivíduo malha, faz exercícios pra quê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que é a mulher o objetivo do homem.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu quis dizer é que o homem vive em função de você.&lt;br /&gt;Vive e pensa em você o dia inteiro, a vida inteira.&lt;br /&gt;Se você,mulher, não existisse, o mundo não teria ido pra frente.&lt;br /&gt;Homem algum iria fazer coisa alguma na vida para impressionar a um outro homem, para conquistar um sujeito igual a ele, de bigode e tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo só de homens seria o grande erro da criação.&lt;br /&gt;Já dizia avelha frase que 'atrás de todo homem bem-sucedido existe uma grande mulher'.&lt;br /&gt;O dito está envelhecido.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu diria que 'na frente de todo homem bem-sucedido existe uma grande mulher'.&lt;br /&gt;É você, mulher, quem impulsiona o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;É você quem tem o poder, e não o homem.&lt;br /&gt;É você quem decide a compra do apartamento, a cor do carro, o filme a ser visto,o local das férias.&lt;br /&gt;Bendita a hora em que você saiu da cozinha e,bem-sucedida, ficou na frente de todos os homens.&lt;br /&gt;E, se você que está lendo isto aqui for um homem, tente imaginar a sua vida sem nenhuma mulher.&lt;br /&gt;Aí na sua casa, onde você trabalha, na rua.&lt;br /&gt;Só homens.Já pensou?&lt;br /&gt;Um casamento sem noiva?&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo sem sogras?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, um mundo sem metas.&lt;br /&gt;ALGUNS MOTIVOS PELOS QUAIS OS HOMENS GOSTAM TANTO DE MULHERES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- O cheirinho delas é sempre gostoso, mesmo que seja só xampu.&lt;br /&gt;2- O jeitinho que elas têm de sempre encontrar o lugarzinho certo em nosso ombro.&lt;br /&gt;3- A facilidade com a qual cabem em nossos braços.&lt;br /&gt;4- O jeito que têm de nos beijar e, de repente, fazer o mundo ficar perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;5- Como são encantadoras quando comem.&lt;br /&gt;6- Elas levam horas para se vestir, mas no final vale a pena.&lt;br /&gt;7- Porque estão sempre quentinhas, mesmo que esteja fazendo trinta graus abaixo de zero lá fora.&lt;br /&gt;8- Como sempre ficam bonitas, mesmo de jeans com camiseta e rabo-de-cavalo.&lt;br /&gt;9- Aquele jeitinho sutil de pedir um elogio.&lt;br /&gt;10- Como ficam lindas quando discutem.&lt;br /&gt;11- O modo que têm de sempre encontrar a nossa mão.&lt;br /&gt;12- O brilho nos olhos quando sorriem.&lt;br /&gt;13- Ouvir a mensagem delas na secretária eletrônica logo depois de uma briga horrível.&lt;br /&gt;14- O jeito que têm de dizer 'Não vamos brigar mais, não..'&lt;br /&gt;15- A ternura com que nos beijam quando lhes fazemos uma delicadeza.&lt;br /&gt;16- O modo de nos beijarem quando dizemos 'eu te amo'.&lt;br /&gt;17- Pensando bem, só o modo de nos beijarem já basta.&lt;br /&gt;18- O modo que têm de se atirar em nossos braços quando choram.&lt;br /&gt;19- O jeito de pedir desculpas por terem chorado por alguma bobagem.&lt;br /&gt;20- O fato de nos darem um tapa achando que vai doer.&lt;br /&gt;21- O modo com que pedem perdão quando o tapa dói mesmo (embora jamais admitamos que doeu).&lt;br /&gt;22- O jeitinho de dizerem 'estou com saudades'.&lt;br /&gt;23- As saudades que sentimos delas.&lt;br /&gt;24- A maneira que suas lágrimas tem de nos fazer querer mudar o mundo para que mais nada lhes cause dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; '&lt;strong&gt;Arnaldo Jabor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617171312597340610-300510501143821492?l=michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com/feeds/300510501143821492/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-mulheres-segundo-arnaldo-jabor-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617171312597340610/posts/default/300510501143821492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617171312597340610/posts/default/300510501143821492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-mulheres-segundo-arnaldo-jabor-o.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402174066223237615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xiN0txib-iI/Tjo3pOQk47I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/aAgBO061b08/s220/DSC01185.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617171312597340610.post-6309908704270139407</id><published>2009-01-29T16:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T14:09:16.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                  Suéllen Dias&lt;/em&gt; !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296902334577483586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mYlPb2Ry7yI/SYJgm-5tn0I/AAAAAAAAASs/WGxr4_Cw9e4/s400/JJJKKK.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabe aquela pessoa que tah sempre ali pronta pra lhe dar um conselhoo, pra brigar por vc e com vc? é ela !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu nunca vou deixar de ser sua Amigah Súh, sabe pQ ? pq nossa amizade é maiis forte !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quantas pessoas ja tentaram estragar essa amizade que agente construi com muito tempo, confiança e amor ?? Eu jáh perdi as contas !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAs nenhuma foi capaz, sabe pq ? por que nenhuma força é capaz de estragar ou acabar a NOSSA AMIZADE VERDADEIRA !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quantas festas já fomos juntas ? Eu tbm já perdi as contas !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quantas vezes choramos juntas ? Eu Perdi as contas de novo ! OPs ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra mim essa a verdadeira amizadee !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E é claroo não deixaria de postar aquii, jáh que aqui eu posso expor meus sentimentos, idéias ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu amo Suéllen !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617171312597340610-6309908704270139407?l=michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com/feeds/6309908704270139407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com/2009/01/suellen-dias-sabe-aquela-pessoa-que-tah_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617171312597340610/posts/default/6309908704270139407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617171312597340610/posts/default/6309908704270139407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com/2009/01/suellen-dias-sabe-aquela-pessoa-que-tah_29.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402174066223237615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xiN0txib-iI/Tjo3pOQk47I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/aAgBO061b08/s220/DSC01185.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mYlPb2Ry7yI/SYJgm-5tn0I/AAAAAAAAASs/WGxr4_Cw9e4/s72-c/JJJKKK.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617171312597340610.post-95257619356803286</id><published>2009-01-27T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:43:28.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mYlPb2Ry7yI/SX_GOtZHOvI/AAAAAAAAASk/QhkaeTdS3lA/s1600-h/HGum.Ã§.+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296169642816387826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mYlPb2Ry7yI/SX_GOtZHOvI/AAAAAAAAASk/QhkaeTdS3lA/s400/HGum.%C3%A7.+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Erα umα veez, um homem perfeito que conheceu umα mulher perfeitα. Nαmorαrαm &amp;amp; um diα se cαsαrαm. Formαvαm um cαsαl perfeito, numα noite de nαtαl iα o cαsαl perfeito por umα estrαdα desertα, quαndo virαm αlguém no αcostamento pedindo αjudα, como erαm pessoαs perfeitαs pαrαrαm pαrα αjudαr. Essα pessoα erα nαdα mαis nαdα menos do que Pαpαi Noel, cujo trenó hαviα enguiçαdo. Não querendo deixαr milhões de criαnçαs decepcionαdαs, o cαsαl perfeito se ofereceu pαrα αjudα-lo α distribuir os presentes. O bom velhinho entrou no cαrro &amp;amp; lα forαm eles. Infelizmente o cαrro se envolveu em um αcidente e somente um dos três ocupαntes sobreviveu. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Perguntα&lt;/span&gt;: quem foi o sobrevivente do trαgico αcidente? α mulher perfeitα, o homem perfeito ou o pαpαi Noel? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Resposta&lt;/span&gt;: a mulher perfeitα sobreviveu. nα verdαde, elα erα α únicα personαgem reαl dessα históriα. todo mundo sαbe que pαpαi Noel &amp;amp; homem perfeito não existem! &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/6617171312597340610-95257619356803286?l=michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com/feeds/95257619356803286/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com/2009/01/er-um-veez-um-homem-perfeito-que.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617171312597340610/posts/default/95257619356803286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617171312597340610/posts/default/95257619356803286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesusanlopes.blogspot.com/2009/01/er-um-veez-um-homem-perfeito-que.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402174066223237615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xiN0txib-iI/Tjo3pOQk47I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/aAgBO061b08/s220/DSC01185.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mYlPb2Ry7yI/SX_GOtZHOvI/AAAAAAAAASk/QhkaeTdS3lA/s72-c/HGum.%C3%A7.+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
