<?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-3501762146305704103</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:05:40.924-02:00</updated><category term='Desabafos'/><category term='Aqueles que conquistam'/><category term='Preferidos'/><category term='Julianices'/><title type='text'>Solta a Prosa Presa</title><subtitle type='html'>"A minha alucinação é suportar o dia-a-dia!"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>144</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-146833215941222793</id><published>2012-01-15T01:36:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T17:18:02.148-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aqueles que conquistam'/><title type='text'>Love Me Two Times/Texas Radio and the Big Beat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3MbXcef8JQY?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; color: rgb(163, 163, 163); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Love me two times, baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; color: rgb(163, 163, 163); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Love me twice today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; color: rgb(163, 163, 163); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Love me two times, girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; color: rgb(163, 163, 163); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I'm goin' away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; color: rgb(163, 163, 163); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; color: rgb(163, 163, 163); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;seria exagero dizer que foi mais do que eu esperava? Acordei sorrindo (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501762146305704103-146833215941222793?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/146833215941222793/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=146833215941222793&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/146833215941222793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/146833215941222793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2012/01/love-me-two-timestexas-radio-and-big.html' title='Love Me Two Times/Texas Radio and the Big Beat'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3MbXcef8JQY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-4680283620728542681</id><published>2012-01-11T14:52:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T15:01:15.094-02:00</updated><category 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center;"&gt;bonito e natural como tem que ser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Então você me aparece, louco para com apenas um suspiro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;espalhar tudo pelo ar e bagunçar novamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;minha falsa, porém bela tranquilidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje não, hoje eu quero estar só.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501762146305704103-4680283620728542681?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/4680283620728542681/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=4680283620728542681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AVwwOTDfnak/Tw3ATSX1P2I/AAAAAAAAATg/O4TZ3-g1Ac8/s72-c/dente-de-leao2-736858.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-2577108739542441474</id><published>2012-01-11T01:17:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T01:19:50.441-02:00</updated><title type='text'>quembrincacomfogofazxixinacama.</title><content type='html'>já dizia minha mãe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501762146305704103-2577108739542441474?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/2577108739542441474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=2577108739542441474&amp;isPopup=true' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-8321434438695178626</id><published>2011-12-26T16:11:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T16:03:54.077-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julianices'/><title type='text'>Aprendendo...</title><content type='html'>Que é possível amar para sempre de formas diferentes, e que se existe amor e amizade tem que ter uma segunda chance, e que o filtro da vida demora mas tira de perto que não te merece e mostra quem realmente importa, reforcei minhas verdades, as que acredito e ponho a mão no fogo, passei por um ano tranquilo com pouca dor, assumindo meus erros e fraquezas, me libertando do que me priva. Ainda falta muito... mas aos poucos a gente aprende (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501762146305704103-8321434438695178626?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/8321434438695178626/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=8321434438695178626&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/8321434438695178626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/8321434438695178626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2011/12/aprendendo.html' title='Aprendendo...'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-1252369001330733798</id><published>2011-12-01T18:57:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T19:00:27.606-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Em particular, tudo anda bem, tranquilo, em paz...&lt;br /&gt;E eu me perco em mim, vai ver é falta da confusão e turbulência, vai ver é tpm, sei la....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501762146305704103-1252369001330733798?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/1252369001330733798/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=1252369001330733798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/1252369001330733798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/1252369001330733798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2011/12/em-particular-tudo-anda-bem-tranquilo.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-8386462958151014974</id><published>2011-11-12T09:33:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T18:05:25.970-02:00</updated><title type='text'>étudoquestãodefoco.</title><content type='html'>Aí, doeu....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501762146305704103-8386462958151014974?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0volkf42siw/TpOx_SZGWDI/AAAAAAAAATU/qq-Qp7x_HHs/s72-c/254522_219671881391087_100000448290170_808035_1185006_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-7532060146342582701</id><published>2011-10-10T00:17:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T15:46:23.832-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julianices'/><title type='text'>Sobre ser humano.</title><content type='html'>Se o  jeito e a frequência em que me rendo as minhas vontades e fraquezas, todas elas, é  a prova de que sou humana, o reconhecimento e a vontade de fazer diferente é prova de que amadureci, certo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501762146305704103-7532060146342582701?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/7532060146342582701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=7532060146342582701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/7532060146342582701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/7532060146342582701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2011/10/sobre-ser-humano.html' title='Sobre ser humano.'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-1296688144570582864</id><published>2011-08-15T15:58:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T16:06:25.820-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julianices'/><title type='text'>O fim do mundo é agora.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Vai ver a humanidade está mesmo perdida e ninguém vê, e os que percebem não fazem nada. Quando foi que as pessoas perderam a fé e se deixaram levar pelo "sistema"? Vai ver sempre foi assim, agente cresce e percebe que nem tudo é perfeito e que as coisas fora de casa são bem diferentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Ainda bem que tem Fernando Pessoa com Alberto Caeiro, Oswaldo Montenegro com Metade, Chico com música, peça e poesia. Ainda bem. E tem também a família, os amigos e a vontade de fazer diferente. Ainda bem.&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/3501762146305704103-1296688144570582864?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/1296688144570582864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=1296688144570582864&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/1296688144570582864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/1296688144570582864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-fim-do-mundo-e-agora.html' title='O fim do mundo é agora.'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-761026530625658273</id><published>2011-06-08T22:50:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:55:38.182-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aqueles que conquistam'/><title type='text'>Caetano Veloso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;Meu negócio agora é sexo e amizade. Acho esse negócio de amor uma coisa muito chata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada um sabe a dor e a delícia de ser o que é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou contra a reserva de mercado. Tem mais é que abrir as portas para a Madonna abrir as pernas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou um preguiçoso que trabalha muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A força da grana que ergue e destrói coisas belas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde pequeno eu achava que seria célebre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo não pára e, no entanto, ele nunca envelhece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É impressionante a força que as coisas parecem ter quando elas precisam acontecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501762146305704103-761026530625658273?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/761026530625658273/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=761026530625658273&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/761026530625658273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/761026530625658273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2011/06/caetano-veloso.html' title='Caetano Veloso'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-514513407999425375</id><published>2011-05-23T17:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T17:51:34.036-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada é o que parece ser</title><content type='html'>As pessoas estão sempre se escondendo, se escondem por medo de sofrer. E sofrem por terem escondido suas verdadeiras vontades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501762146305704103-514513407999425375?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/514513407999425375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=514513407999425375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/514513407999425375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/514513407999425375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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só .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt; Faça sua parte e desconfie mais das pessoas. &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/3501762146305704103-1401811585837681495?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/1401811585837681495/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=1401811585837681495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/1401811585837681495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/1401811585837681495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2011/04/quer-saber-o-que-agente-aprende-com-as.html' title='Quer saber o que agente aprende com as lições da vida?'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-5208898120638901533</id><published>2011-04-12T01:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T14:07:22.697-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria Rita - Não vale a pena</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="500" height="311" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/S1LtIULGGDM?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É uma pena ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501762146305704103-5208898120638901533?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/5208898120638901533/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=5208898120638901533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-6752936086675651850</id><published>2011-04-11T13:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T13:42:40.167-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Gaga - Born This Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="460" height="289" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wV1FrqwZyKw?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501762146305704103-6752936086675651850?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/6752936086675651850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wV1FrqwZyKw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-8567597670528933466</id><published>2011-04-07T23:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T23:58:27.441-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CdiRSHdVj2o/TZ55yHZ2yHI/AAAAAAAAASE/sxOwPIvvKmk/s1600/homem.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 357px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CdiRSHdVj2o/TZ55yHZ2yHI/AAAAAAAAASE/sxOwPIvvKmk/s400/homem.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593041689128650866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Como é que a alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Entra nessa história&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Afinal o amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;É tão carnal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu bem que tento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tento entender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas a minha alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não quer nem saber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só quer entrar em você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como tantas vezes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Já me viu fazer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;E eu digo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Calma alma minha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Calminha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Você tem muito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Que aprender...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501762146305704103-8567597670528933466?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/8567597670528933466/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=8567597670528933466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/8567597670528933466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/8567597670528933466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2011/04/como-e-que-alma-entra-nessa-historia.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CdiRSHdVj2o/TZ55yHZ2yHI/AAAAAAAAASE/sxOwPIvvKmk/s72-c/homem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-4508710305335249117</id><published>2011-03-29T02:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T02:23:04.625-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana; "&gt;Não da mais já estendi o inextensível o encanto definitivamente acabou. Eu realmente não devia ter tentado um pouco mais, nem tinha por que tentar, não senti as pernas tremerem, o coração bater mais forte e nem nada. Nada! Literalmente NADA! No final só me fez sentir vazia e estranha, aquela não era eu. Maldita carência! ¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana; "&gt;Viu Juliana, agora vê se aprende e para de fazer bosta!&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/3501762146305704103-4508710305335249117?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/4508710305335249117/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=4508710305335249117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/4508710305335249117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/4508710305335249117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2011/03/nao-da-mais-ja-estendi-o-inextensivel-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-2465158661410176374</id><published>2011-03-22T02:41:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T02:21:36.703-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julianices'/><title type='text'>Saudade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jC_Aw6zW6M4/TYhBByak1EI/AAAAAAAAAR4/plzlyMyw2W0/s1600/DSCF3792.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jC_Aw6zW6M4/TYhBByak1EI/AAAAAAAAAR4/plzlyMyw2W0/s400/DSCF3792.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586786836722013250" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nos últimos dias tenho sentido saudade, de coisas, pessoas e situações diferentes, talvez seja a tpm, eu não sei. Ou talvez o encontro ocasional, inesperado e breve com um ex-namoradinho de quando eu tinha&lt;/span&gt; 16, a morte de uma tia avó e todas as respostas negativas em relação ao vestibular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Bem o encontro me fez lembrar de como eu enxergava a vida com 16 anos, me fez perceber o quanto mudei e como fiquei cética em relação a relacionamentos. Me fez perceber que é impossível voltar a sentir e a pensar como uma garota de 16 anos. Acho que isso me deprimiu um pouco.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;A morte da tia avó me fez lembrar da vó Quina e do vô Anezio, bem, eu nem conhecia a senhora que estava sendo veleda mas me emocionou ver toda aquela gente humilde, aquelas senhoras parecidíssimas com a minha avó tanto na postura quanto no modo de falar. E eles rezaram o terço e eu não rezava um terço desde os meus 11 anos quando minha vó ainda era viva, eu odiava rezar terços só fazia pela vó Quina e é lógico que eu não me lembrava de como era, mas senti vontade de ficar, acompanhar, tentar e ouvir, mesmo sem acreditar e sem ter um terço (literalmente) da fé que eu sei que eles tem. E o pior é que foi legal, nem eu acreditei o quanto me fez bem rezar o terço com toda aquela parentada desconhecida.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Sobre os vestibulares, não sei o que é pior, ir mau na prova ou não passar por pouco e que se dane o que falam, eu vou estudar mais um ano, demorei 20 anos pra descobrir o quanto a geografia é legal e não vou desistir em apenas um ano.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A verdade é que tenho tido tempo de mais pra pensar, mais que para sorrir e eu acho que isso não é legal. O problema é que não consigo mais acreditar nas pessoas e nem sorrir tão facilmente e ainda por cima continuo sendo a mesma "pamonha" de quando tinha 16 só que agora sou uma pamonha sem paciência e mau-humorada. Com apenas 21 anos, ual, espero mudar isso até meus 40 anos..&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/3501762146305704103-2465158661410176374?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/2465158661410176374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=2465158661410176374&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/2465158661410176374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/2465158661410176374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2011/03/saudade.html' title='Saudade.'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jC_Aw6zW6M4/TYhBByak1EI/AAAAAAAAAR4/plzlyMyw2W0/s72-c/DSCF3792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-2196723006549978256</id><published>2011-03-11T17:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T17:48:11.354-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnaval no Litoral (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-516pFtVu8Gk/TXqKScdKw0I/AAAAAAAAARc/awKC_JXXk5M/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-516pFtVu8Gk/TXqKScdKw0I/AAAAAAAAARc/awKC_JXXk5M/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582926737559962434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501762146305704103-2196723006549978256?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/2196723006549978256/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=2196723006549978256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/2196723006549978256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/2196723006549978256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2011/03/carnaval-no-litoral.html' title='Carnaval no Litoral (:'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-516pFtVu8Gk/TXqKScdKw0I/AAAAAAAAARc/awKC_JXXk5M/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-7064448275980396425</id><published>2011-03-05T14:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T14:29:12.715-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aqueles que conquistam'/><title type='text'>Ella Fitzgerald - Madalena</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_C2zkX4yWu0?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Carnaval \o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501762146305704103-7064448275980396425?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/7064448275980396425/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=7064448275980396425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/7064448275980396425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/7064448275980396425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2011/03/ella-fitzgerald-madalena.html' title='Ella Fitzgerald - Madalena'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_C2zkX4yWu0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-1527653588095072978</id><published>2011-03-04T00:24:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T14:18:05.768-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vixi...é muita treta, vixi...muita treta...vixi... muita treta vixi é muita treta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xUgC1dJOqsg/TXBcGtIw1tI/AAAAAAAAARM/LqsEa-sJbI4/s1600/DSCF3456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xUgC1dJOqsg/TXBcGtIw1tI/AAAAAAAAARM/LqsEa-sJbI4/s400/DSCF3456.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580061208577365714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E pouca paciência. Será que vocês não entendem? Eu não ligo. Então por favor, parem de dar tanta importância para as coisas, parem de mentir, enxerguem as coisas como elas realmente são, não como vocês querem! Sei la, experimenta o silencio, pensa e reflete antes de falar e fazer as coisas. Experimenta meditar um pouco. Realmente eu não ligo e não dou importância. (: #Fikadik ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; vamos fazer fumaça enquanto eles fazem a discordia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&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/3501762146305704103-1527653588095072978?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/1527653588095072978/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=1527653588095072978&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/1527653588095072978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/1527653588095072978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2011/03/vixie-muita-treta-viximuita-tretavixi.html' title='Vixi...é muita treta, vixi...muita treta...vixi... muita treta vixi é muita treta.'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xUgC1dJOqsg/TXBcGtIw1tI/AAAAAAAAARM/LqsEa-sJbI4/s72-c/DSCF3456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-5177212183788229701</id><published>2011-01-29T05:10:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T05:15:53.925-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;As pessoas não entendem que as postagens aqui feitas são misturas e idéias que explodem no word ou direto no próprio blog. E além disso, elas não entendem que hoje já não é como ontem e que amanhã vai ser muuuito diferente, ou seja " Tudo muda o tempo todo no mundo inteiro"  :D nada é o que parece ser e cuidado com o que você for julgar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501762146305704103-5177212183788229701?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/5177212183788229701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=5177212183788229701&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/5177212183788229701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/5177212183788229701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2011/01/as-pessoas-nao-entendem-que-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-6491736300599484800</id><published>2011-01-06T13:15:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T13:18:45.807-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Extensivo manhã - Universitário Tatuapé</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saudade (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TSXcmyKxdhI/AAAAAAAAARA/kx93iJMkKOk/s1600/sala%2Bde%2Baula.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TSXcmyKxdhI/AAAAAAAAARA/kx93iJMkKOk/s400/sala%2Bde%2Baula.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559091873918842386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501762146305704103-6491736300599484800?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/6491736300599484800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=6491736300599484800&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/6491736300599484800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/6491736300599484800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='Extensivo manhã - Universitário Tatuapé'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TSXcmyKxdhI/AAAAAAAAARA/kx93iJMkKOk/s72-c/sala%2Bde%2Baula.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-3472203015445512557</id><published>2010-12-13T11:07:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T11:09:07.358-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aqueles que conquistam'/><title type='text'>Chico Buarque - Eu Te Amo (Carioca Ao Vivo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cHptK8k8VkQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cHptK8k8VkQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/3501762146305704103-3472203015445512557?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/3472203015445512557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=3472203015445512557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/3472203015445512557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/3472203015445512557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2010/12/chico-buarque-eu-te-amo-carioca-ao-vivo.html' title='Chico Buarque - Eu Te Amo (Carioca Ao Vivo)'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-6429006264992469886</id><published>2010-12-10T13:51:00.012-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T10:28:07.294-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julianices'/><title type='text'>Século XXI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elas: Afeto, atenção, comunhão, amor, sexo...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eles: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sexo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Editando e mudando o ponto de vista, em "Elas" se lê Juliana Martinez de Almeida e em "Eles"  todo o resto que não for Juliana Martinez de Almeida...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501762146305704103-6429006264992469886?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/6429006264992469886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=6429006264992469886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/6429006264992469886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/6429006264992469886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2010/12/elas-afeto-atencao-comunhao-amor-sexo.html' title='Século XXI'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-7547976880836636090</id><published>2010-11-29T13:22:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T16:00:23.400-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julianices'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Cansei! me abstenho do que não acredito, não me completa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Como diria nosso ilustre poeta Lenine " Quando eu olhar pro lado. Eu quero estar cercado. Só de quem me interessa..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Não tenho paciência e nem disposição, nunca tive. To sem "saco" para certas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Vê se não fode!&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/3501762146305704103-7547976880836636090?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/7547976880836636090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=7547976880836636090&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/7547976880836636090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/7547976880836636090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2010/11/cansei-me-abstenho-do-que-nao-acredito.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-4645448680591818142</id><published>2010-10-04T22:04:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T17:50:40.423-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'>O que eu tenho para você hoje, Brasil?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eaU7OsIdjUc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&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/eaU7OsIdjUc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tiririca como Federal mais votado? Marcelinho carioca, Romario, Maluf e nem vou falar do Alckmin ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Decepcionada, foi assim que fiquei ontem, decepcionada com o povo de que faço parte o povo da minha nação, minha bandeira, minha seleção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Meu vô disse que o povo merece ter o que tem, merece sofrer, as escolas ruins e até a fome... Eu iria contra ele se fosse em outras circunstâncias ou situação mas dessa vez eu tive que concordar. E minha mãe disse que chora, que se emociona toda vez que vai votar, se emociona por ter lutado, enfrentado policias, enfrentado o país. Era o povo enfrentando o país para ter o direito de votar, direito a democracia. Direito esse que hoje é jogado no lixo e o povo se esqueceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sobre o Serra? Se o Serra entrar ele vai vender o Brasil para os estados unidos. Terceirizar o Masp, o Pão de Açucar e até o Cristo Redentor.  O serra vai fazer com escolas do resto do Brasil o que o PSDB fez em São Paulo. E ninguém percebe? Tomara que percebam a tempo. Tomara. E não é por ser PT nem por ser a Dilma, eu voto pelas propostas. Sim, eu preferia muito mais o Plinio, mas não foi dessa vez. E antes de você que odeia a Dilma falar qualquer coisa, estude as propostas, leia mais sobre os candidatos e reflita!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3501762146305704103-4645448680591818142?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/4645448680591818142/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=4645448680591818142&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/4645448680591818142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/4645448680591818142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-que-eu-tenho-para-voce-hoje-brasil.html' title='O que eu tenho para você hoje, Brasil?'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-5407174815753395608</id><published>2010-09-24T15:16:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T17:31:32.055-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Encontro</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3NApqSHt9g8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&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/3NApqSHt9g8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Encontros são uma delicia, mas me deixam nervosa. Muito nervosa! Definitivamente tenho que aprender a flertar. uahauhauhauhauah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501762146305704103-5407174815753395608?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/5407174815753395608/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=5407174815753395608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/5407174815753395608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/5407174815753395608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2010/09/encontro.html' title='Encontro'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-7005173953075699916</id><published>2010-09-11T09:26:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T09:46:49.849-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'>Talvez hoje eu não queira sorrir....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TIt5uLLgqXI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/A7yWQFAW-Xs/s1600/ju.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TIt5uLLgqXI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/A7yWQFAW-Xs/s400/ju.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515636002827315570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Odeio quando me sinto pequena e fraca, quando tenho raiva de coisas que passam na minha cabeça, como assim? Depois de tanto tempo? Odeio mesmo quando as pessoas me surpreendem e decepcionam. Eu não quero ter vergonha de assumir, eu não quero ter vergonha de contar. Mas eu tenho, eu sei que vão rir, vão me apontar e me chamar de fraca, infantil, otária. O pior é que eu sei que sou, sou tudo isso, podem me aportar e falar. A pior coisa é agente achar que pode controlar todos nossos pensamentos, malditos pensamentos involuntários que me deixam tão pequena. Cansei de tentar fazer as coisas que são certas, cansei de pensar nos outros de me privar de sempre tentar fazer o bem. O bem pra você. De te proteger, tudo isso que pra mim sempre foi um mal. O fato é que a pior mentira é aquela que agente conta pra nós mesmos. Achar que podemos enganar nossos sentimentos e pensamentos? Que loucura. Agora é tarde, é egoísmo meu mas talvez eu queira uma vez na vida ser egoísta, uma vez na vida me privar de sofrimentos. Ser quem eu sou sem ligar pro que vão dizer. Cansei da menininha bonzinha, tolerante e compreensiva. Eu tenho um coração talvez mais coração do que todo o resto e não aguento mais guarda tudo isso. Mas é tarde, agora é tarde. O medo e a covardia já tomaram conta de mim faz tempo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501762146305704103-7005173953075699916?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/7005173953075699916/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=7005173953075699916&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/7005173953075699916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/7005173953075699916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2010/09/talvez-hoje-eu-nao-queira-sorrir.html' title='Talvez hoje eu não queira sorrir....'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TIt5uLLgqXI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/A7yWQFAW-Xs/s72-c/ju.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-6309420924778331157</id><published>2010-08-12T15:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T15:59:27.960-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julianices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aqueles que conquistam'/><title type='text'>Água da Minha Sede</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wx2oye-mZ9k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wx2oye-mZ9k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aiai (suspiros) Tenho me apaixonado muito ultimamente e isso é muito perigoso porém delicioso ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501762146305704103-6309420924778331157?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/6309420924778331157/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=6309420924778331157&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/6309420924778331157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/6309420924778331157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2010/08/agua-da-minha-sede.html' title='Água da Minha Sede'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-4537964159104512047</id><published>2010-08-06T18:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T18:31:51.454-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div face="Verdana, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: 700; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sorte de hoje:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Se você obedecer a todas as regras, vai perder toda a diversão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O orkut não tem noção do perigo dando esses conselhos, logo para mim? ;)&lt;/span&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/3501762146305704103-4537964159104512047?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/4537964159104512047/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=4537964159104512047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/4537964159104512047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/4537964159104512047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2010/08/sorte-de-hoje-se-voce-obedecer-todas-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-3976705682831191255</id><published>2010-08-04T11:59:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T17:23:12.611-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julianices'/><title type='text'>Fionando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGBOPHWqVsI/AAAAAAAAAQE/HE5L-2s_KeE/s1600/fiona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGBOPHWqVsI/AAAAAAAAAQE/HE5L-2s_KeE/s400/fiona.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503484766225848002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"&gt;Como as pessoas conseguem demonstrar interesse? Juro que pra mim, isso chega a ser surreal e olha que eu nem me considero orgulhosa, tímida ou introvertida. O fato é que não da, sabe aquele amigo que você conheceu esse ano, estudam juntos, conversam sobre a lição e as vezes na hora do intervalo rola um papo sobre o que gostamos de fazer da vida? Então, ontem um desses meus amigos pegou no meu pescoço enquanto eu descia as escadas e é inevitável, na hora eu travo, não sei o que fazer. Como assim? Eu nem conheço esse cara direito e ele vem encostando em mim. Posso parecer chata, mas não é estranho como as pessoas conseguem se abraçar e dizer que se amam sem nem se conhecerem direito? Não sei lidar muito bem com essas coisas. E quando o assunto é um respectivo novo na parada? Daí fodeu. O cara vem todo bonitinho, cheio de “mimimi”, eu posso até estar pegando bem, mas não sei ser bonitinha como eles, ligar no outro dia então? Jamais. Por mas que seja gostoso ficar com o cara e agente se de bem, não consigo. Eu sei que é pedir de mais, mas preciso de tempo, tempo para me acostumar com as pessoas novas na minha vida. Juro que com um pouquinho de paciência no fim tudo vai dar certo =]&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/3501762146305704103-3976705682831191255?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/3976705682831191255/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=3976705682831191255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/3976705682831191255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/3976705682831191255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2010/08/fionando.html' title='Fionando'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGBOPHWqVsI/AAAAAAAAAQE/HE5L-2s_KeE/s72-c/fiona.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-2265792429034247233</id><published>2010-07-16T18:43:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T18:44:57.317-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julianices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aqueles que conquistam'/><title type='text'>CARTA ABERTA À SOCIEDADE EM DEFESA DA RECUPERAÇÃO DA QUALIDADE SOCIOAMBIENTAL DA BACIA HIDROGRÁFICA DO ALTO TIETÊ CABECEIRAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TEDUb6k5_hI/AAAAAAAAAPs/E96p13pHHjI/s1600/Logo+dos+voluntarios+by-martinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494625121437613586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TEDUb6k5_hI/AAAAAAAAAPs/E96p13pHHjI/s400/Logo+dos+voluntarios+by-martinha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;“Estamos diante de um momento crítico na história da Terra, época em que a&lt;br /&gt;humanidade deve escolher o seu futuro. À medida que o mundo torna-se cada vez&lt;br /&gt;mais interdependente e frágil, o futuro enfrenta, ao mesmo tempo, grandes perigos e&lt;br /&gt;grandes promessas. Para seguir adiante, devemos reconhecer que no meio de uma&lt;br /&gt;magnífica diversidade de culturas e formas de vida somos uma família humana e&lt;br /&gt;uma comunidade terrestre com um destino comum. Devemos somar forças para gerar&lt;br /&gt;uma sociedade sustentável global baseada no respeito pela natureza, nos direitos&lt;br /&gt;humanos universais, na justiça econômica e numa cultura da paz. Para chegar a este&lt;br /&gt;propósito, é imperativo que, nós, os povos da Terra, declaremos nossa&lt;br /&gt;responsabilidade uns para com os outros, com a grande comunidade da vida e com&lt;br /&gt;as futuras gerações.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;PREÂMBULO DA CARTA DA TERRA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Nós,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;VOLUNTÁRIOS DO PROTOCOLO EM&lt;br /&gt;DEFESA DA RECUPERAÇÃO DA QUALIDADE SOCIOAMBIENTAL DA BACIA&lt;br /&gt;HIDROGRÁFICA DO ALTO TIETÊ CABECEIRAS,&lt;/em&gt; reforçamos, enquanto&lt;br /&gt;habitantes da Terra, nosso compromisso com toda a vida do Planeta.&lt;br /&gt;Nestes tempos em que ouvimos a todo o momento a palavra meio&lt;br /&gt;ambiente e sustentabilidade na mídia. Em que cientificamente já&lt;br /&gt;comprovamos a relação do surgimento e/ou o aumento de diversas doenças&lt;br /&gt;associadas ao desequilíbrio ambiental. Em que desgraças “naturais” ocorrem&lt;br /&gt;e matam tantos seres, humanos e não humanos. Em que a escassez da água&lt;br /&gt;potável é anunciada em alto e bom som... Também deveríamos avaliar o&lt;br /&gt;empenho da sociedade e do Poder Público em prol da resolução destes&lt;br /&gt;conflitos.&lt;br /&gt;É tempo de assumir responsabilidades e incorporar nossos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;de um mundo melhor, mais justo, mais agradável de viver, para nós&lt;br /&gt;humanos e para todos os outros seres que compartilham conosco esta Casa&lt;br /&gt;que chamamos de Planeta Terra. Chegamos ao limite de nossa arrogância,&lt;br /&gt;ignorância, dominação e acomodação, o qual nos impõe hoje, e não amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;a responsabilidade de rever, transformar, reinventar nosso modo de viver.&lt;br /&gt;E por acreditar que, apesar da crítica situação em que nos&lt;br /&gt;encontramos, ainda somos capazes de sonhar, sentir e amar é que&lt;br /&gt;buscamos o apoio e o envolvimento de diferentes grupos formadores da&lt;br /&gt;sociedade para fortalecer nossa luta pela qualidade Socioambiental da Bacia&lt;br /&gt;Hidrográfica do Alto Tietê Cabeceiras.&lt;br /&gt;Nossa bacia possui uma beleza particular, única. E por suas&lt;br /&gt;características, possui também um importante papel na conservação&lt;br /&gt;ambiental da região. Grande parte do seu território encontra-se em áreas de&lt;br /&gt;proteção de mananciais, seus municípios possuem importantes fragmentos&lt;br /&gt;de Mata Atlântica e fazem parte da Reserva da Biosfera do Cinturão Verde da&lt;br /&gt;Cidade de São Paulo. É importante lembrar que fazemos parte, também, da&lt;br /&gt;Região Metropolitana de São Paulo, e por isso temos presentes os conflitos&lt;br /&gt;decorrentes dessa grande aglomeração de pessoas, o que resulta em maior&lt;br /&gt;demanda por recursos naturais.&lt;br /&gt;Esse contexto exige administrações públicas competentes, justas,&lt;br /&gt;com foco na sustentabilidade, para compatibilizar os interesses sociais e&lt;br /&gt;econômicos e a conservação das características naturais locais, importantes&lt;br /&gt;para a qualidade de vida dos cidadãos. Torna-se necessária também uma&lt;br /&gt;sociedade civil participativa, sensibilizada e fiscalizadora, que também&lt;br /&gt;chame para si a responsabilidade pela sustentabilidade.&lt;br /&gt;Durante a construção do Protocolo em Defesa da Qualidade&lt;br /&gt;Socioambiental da Bacia Hidrográfica do Alto Tietê Cabeceiras foi possível&lt;br /&gt;diagnosticar a fragilidade ambiental e social em que se encontra nossa&lt;br /&gt;região. Diagnosticaram-se, inclusive em saídas a campo, os mais diversos&lt;br /&gt;problemas: abastecimento de água precário nas áreas mais afastadas, falta&lt;br /&gt;de esgotamento sanitário, disposição inadequada de resíduos sólidos,&lt;br /&gt;loteamentos irregulares, construções em áreas de proteção (APR, APA, APP),&lt;br /&gt;desmatamento de florestas, deficiência na fiscalização ambiental, falta de&lt;br /&gt;recursos humanos e financeiros em departamentos públicos (o que retarda o&lt;br /&gt;andamento de diversos processos). Problemas esses que afligem e&lt;br /&gt;distanciam o bem-estar e a qualidade de vida da população local, já&lt;br /&gt;dramaticamente desinformada e descrente do poder público.&lt;br /&gt;O Protocolo é um instrumento político com bases técnicas e&lt;br /&gt;populares, construído de forma participativa e democrática. Possui, além do&lt;br /&gt;panorama atual, uma série de ações a serem colocadas em prática, divididas&lt;br /&gt;em cada eixo temático com metas de curto, médio e longo prazo. Pode ser&lt;br /&gt;uma ótima ferramenta para a gestão pública, desde que seja realmente&lt;br /&gt;efetivado e não visto apenas como mais um documento, engavetado e&lt;br /&gt;esquecido. Muitas destas propostas/ações dependem apenas de vontade&lt;br /&gt;política, assim como a nossa qualidade de vida de cada dia também depende&lt;br /&gt;de tomadas de decisão.&lt;br /&gt;É neste contexto que devemos perceber nosso potencial enquanto&lt;br /&gt;cidadãos e cidadãs. Somos indivíduos capazes de transformar realidades.&lt;br /&gt;Fomos capazes de trazer estes problemas para o nosso dia a dia, mas&lt;br /&gt;também somos capazes de minimizá-los ou eliminá-los. Nesta carta aberta à&lt;br /&gt;sociedade tornamos público nosso desejo de que todos os gestores públicos&lt;br /&gt;dos municípios do Alto Tietê considerem o Protocolo como um instrumento&lt;br /&gt;de apoio à gestão e que reconheçam a legitimidade da construção&lt;br /&gt;participativa deste instrumento.&lt;br /&gt;Chamamos todos os que sonham e que amam a vida para somar&lt;br /&gt;forças ao nosso grupo de voluntários, e para que, cada um dentro das suas&lt;br /&gt;possibilidades, também se responsabilize pelas metas elencadas naquele&lt;br /&gt;documento. Afinal, o Protocolo dever ser um compromisso de todos.&lt;br /&gt;O meio ambiente começa no meio da gente. Deixar sentir o que diz&lt;br /&gt;a nossa essência é deixar surgir um ser sustentável que se preocupa e exige&lt;br /&gt;mudanças reais, pois em cada um de nós existem sementes de amor,&lt;br /&gt;solidariedade e justiça. Basta semeá-las para que brotem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Mogi das Cruzes, 14 de julho de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ps: Ajuda e pessoas serão sempre bem vindas. É só chegar =] Acessem &lt;a href="http://protocolotietecabeceiras.ning.com/profiles/blogs/voluntarios-do-protocolo-pela"&gt;http://protocolotietecabeceiras.ning.com/profiles/blogs/voluntarios-do-protocolo-pela&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Sigam: @hhenriqueta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Aparecendo na mídia :&lt;a href="http://www.diariodesuzano.com.br/main4/conteudo.php?cod=253037&amp;amp;data=2010-07-18"&gt;http://www.diariodesuzano.com.br/main4/conteudo.php?cod=253037&amp;amp;data=2010-07-18&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.diariodoaltotiete.com.br/materia.aspx?id=36410"&gt;http://www.diariodoaltotiete.com.br/materia.aspx?id=36410&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mogiano.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=article&amp;amp;id=1880:protocolo-do-rio-tiete-sera-discutido-em-seminarios&amp;amp;catid=30:suzano&amp;amp;Itemid=106"&gt;http://mogiano.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=article&amp;amp;id=1880:protocolo-do-rio-tiete-sera-discutido-em-seminarios&amp;amp;catid=30:suzano&amp;amp;Itemid=106&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.suzano.sp.gov.br/cn03/noticias/nots_det.asp?id=4850"&gt;http://www.suzano.sp.gov.br/cn03/noticias/nots_det.asp?id=4850&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://etica-social.blogspot.com/2010/07/voluntarios-do-protocolo-pela-defesa-do.html"&gt;http://etica-social.blogspot.com/2010/07/voluntarios-do-protocolo-pela-defesa-do.html&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/3501762146305704103-2265792429034247233?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/2265792429034247233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=2265792429034247233&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/2265792429034247233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/2265792429034247233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2010/07/carta-aberta-sociedade-em-defesa-da.html' title='CARTA ABERTA À SOCIEDADE EM DEFESA DA RECUPERAÇÃO DA QUALIDADE SOCIOAMBIENTAL DA BACIA HIDROGRÁFICA DO ALTO TIETÊ CABECEIRAS'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TEDUb6k5_hI/AAAAAAAAAPs/E96p13pHHjI/s72-c/Logo+dos+voluntarios+by-martinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-5588878227606608556</id><published>2010-07-06T15:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T15:53:49.536-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorte de hoje: Sorria. Isso basta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Tem vez que esse tal de Orkut me assusta! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Preciso de paz, talvez um sorriso a mais ajude, talvez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501762146305704103-5588878227606608556?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/5588878227606608556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=5588878227606608556&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/5588878227606608556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/5588878227606608556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2010/07/sorte-de-hoje-sorria-isso-basta.html' title='Sorte de hoje: Sorria. Isso basta'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-3796187675684002001</id><published>2010-03-19T18:46:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T19:21:12.324-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra você guardei o amor - Nando Reis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Pra você guardei o amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que aprendi vendo meus pais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O amor que tive e recebi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E hoje posso dar livre e feliz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Céu, cheiro e ar na cor que arco-íris&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Risca ao levitar&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aaaah&lt;/span&gt; (suspiros) já ouviu essa música? Tão linda ela é que me deu vontade de amar (mimimiii) . Ainda canto essa música para alguém, sabe, aquele rapaz, o rapaz certo? Então pra ele. (: Só preciso &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;encontra-lo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501762146305704103-3796187675684002001?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/3796187675684002001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=3796187675684002001&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/3796187675684002001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/3796187675684002001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2010/03/pra-voce-guardei-o-amor-nando-reis.html' title='Pra você guardei o amor - Nando Reis'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-6041849932795566043</id><published>2010-03-12T13:48:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T13:58:47.827-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Voluntários do Protocolo da Bacia Hidrográfica do Alto Tietê Cabeceiras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/S5pwohOgXkI/AAAAAAAAAPc/0KWOPJdkuyc/s1600-h/Curso_bacias_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447790540674326082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/S5pwohOgXkI/AAAAAAAAAPc/0KWOPJdkuyc/s400/Curso_bacias_008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Todos juntos pela mesma causa! Engajados e Iluminados ;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem todos que sonharam conseguiram, mas pra conseguir é preciso sonhar&lt;/em&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/3501762146305704103-6041849932795566043?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/6041849932795566043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=6041849932795566043&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/6041849932795566043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/6041849932795566043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2010/03/voluntarios-do-protocolo-da-bacia.html' title='Voluntários do Protocolo da Bacia Hidrográfica do Alto Tietê Cabeceiras'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/S5pwohOgXkI/AAAAAAAAAPc/0KWOPJdkuyc/s72-c/Curso_bacias_008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-1305809531359084680</id><published>2010-03-11T16:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T16:40:33.927-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julianices'/><title type='text'>Se tudo fosse como eu gostaria...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Eu só gostaria das coisas certas. Seria uma escritora maravilhosa, com um poder de síntese extraordinário. E a maldita matéria do cursinho não desapareceria da minha memória em uma semana ¬¬. Deus, me de memória para passar no vestibular!&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/3501762146305704103-1305809531359084680?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/1305809531359084680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=1305809531359084680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/1305809531359084680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/1305809531359084680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2010/03/se-tudo-fosse-como-eu-gostaria.html' title='Se tudo fosse como eu gostaria...'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-143016471640976315</id><published>2010-02-28T22:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T01:06:04.168-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julianices'/><title type='text'>Ano novo, vida literalmente nova.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/S4s9HaWzAHI/AAAAAAAAAPU/USiHL0SvgKE/s1600-h/DSCF1446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443511772150694002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/S4s9HaWzAHI/AAAAAAAAAPU/USiHL0SvgKE/s320/DSCF1446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/S4scm3LnnhI/AAAAAAAAAPM/f8uIOAtUFQc/s1600-h/Jujuru.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Peço que ignorem completamente a antiga Juliana Martinez de Almeida, que costumava habitar este corpo. Sinto informar, mas ela se foi. Ganhei XP e passei de nível, evolui como um Pokémon. Criei coragem e o mais importante, to com vontade de estudar e passar no vestibular. Sou oficialmente voluntaria do subcomitê da bacia hidrográfica do alto-tiete cabeceiras to ajudando, aprendendo e adorando. Arrumei uma religião que me consola e desperta curiosidades, vamos ver até quando continuo nessa. Tem um novo moreno no pedaço que anda me encantado, e despertado borboletas na barriga, infelizmente sei que é por pouco tempo. Então borá aproveitar esse pouco tempo, né? Encontrei minha paz interior e quando me dei conta disso até chorar eu chorei. To feliz comigo e em paz , mas centrada nas coisas que devo ou não fazer. Com isso, deixo esclarecido meu sumiço. Estava colocando minha mente e corpo em ordem. Ano novo, cabelo novo, amores novos e um ovário a menos. Mas continuo por ai, vivendo.&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/3501762146305704103-143016471640976315?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/143016471640976315/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=143016471640976315&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/143016471640976315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/143016471640976315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2010/02/ano-novo-vida-literalmente-nova.html' title='Ano novo, vida literalmente nova.'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/S4s9HaWzAHI/AAAAAAAAAPU/USiHL0SvgKE/s72-c/DSCF1446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-221688318827945067</id><published>2010-01-21T17:41:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T17:47:01.578-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aqueles que conquistam'/><title type='text'>Anyone Else But You - The Moldy Peaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The pebbles forgive me, the trees forgive me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So why can't, you forgive me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you&lt;/em&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/3501762146305704103-221688318827945067?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/221688318827945067/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=221688318827945067&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/221688318827945067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/221688318827945067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2010/01/anyone-else-but-you-moldy-peaches.html' title='Anyone Else But You - The Moldy Peaches'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-5390348159082768637</id><published>2010-01-17T13:05:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T13:21:58.229-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julianices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aqueles que conquistam'/><title type='text'>Oswaldo Montenegro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Todas, repito TODAS as músicas dele fazem meus olhos brilharem, esquecer os problemas e enchem meu peito de paz. Nunca vou me esquecer do primeiro show em que eu o assisti. Fui obrigada a ir com meu pai e minha mãe e nem fazia ideia de quem eu iria ver. É de longe uma das minhas maiores alegrias! Só de lembrar da um sentimento bom, aquela lua cheia o povo bonito, o clima de paz. Foi amor a primeira vista, que "tiozinho" encantador e extremamente sedutor. Quando me dei conta, estava eu la com meus 10 anos de idade, encantada com aquele cara de quarenta e tantos. Na mesma semana comprei um cd, uma coletanea barata de 10 contos chamada &lt;em&gt;dois em um&lt;/em&gt; que não parou de tocar aqui em casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hf0epARAFJ8&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hf0epARAFJ8&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/3501762146305704103-5390348159082768637?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/5390348159082768637/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=5390348159082768637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/5390348159082768637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/5390348159082768637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2010/01/oswaldo-montenegro.html' title='Oswaldo Montenegro'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-5951123986886738413</id><published>2009-12-23T10:25:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T10:28:44.342-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julianices'/><title type='text'>Das coisas que eu gosto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Gosto de sentar no chão do Box do banheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Chocolate quente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Laricas doces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Café com adoçante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Quarto limpo&lt;br /&gt;Lençóis sem estampa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Cutucar os cantos das unhas com clips aberto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Beber água e comer bolacha de água e sal com catchup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Limpar as orelhas com cotonetes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Sonhar acordada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Comedia romântica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Livros biográficos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Gosto bastante de crônicas literárias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Comer tomate com sal e azeite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Esconder sensações e sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Gosto de coisas ilícitas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Sair escondido e voltar escondido e não contar pra ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Cafuné, gosto bastaaante de cafuné e carinho na barriga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Morder o canto da boca (da minha e dos rapazes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Escovar os dentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Brincos, pulseiras, anéis e correntes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Fazer as unhas e tirar sobrancelha ao mesmo tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Falar no telefone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Gosto de gostar, confesso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Gosto de cotovelos encostando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;E bastante de musica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;De ir ao dentista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Comer doce depois salgado depois doce e depois salgado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ficar bêbada, brisada e afins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Do som do mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;De praia a noite com céu estrelado e lua cheia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Gosto de um cheiro em especial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Vestidos e saias, deviam abolir as calças da vida das mulheres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Gosto de ser mulher&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de garotos&lt;br /&gt;E de dormir juntinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Coçar coceiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Mergulhar no mar e em seguida numa cachoeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;De lembrancinhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;No friu de dormir até tarde, no calor de acordar cedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;De lavar o rosto e as mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Fazer coque no cabelo e prender com canetas, lápis etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Penas, cores e gliter&lt;br /&gt;Para dormir sozinha, gosto do escuro e silencio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Para dormir acompanhada, musica bem baixinho e pouca coberta&lt;br /&gt;Show de graça&lt;br /&gt;Batata frita! Poatz Adoro batata frita&lt;br /&gt;Coca-cola (to aprendendo a viver sem)&lt;br /&gt;Suco de laranja com gelo e sem açúcar, por favor.&lt;br /&gt;No calor, gosto de tirar um cochilo deitada no shão gelado&lt;br /&gt;De ir ao cinema sozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;E de imitar o Oswaldo Montenegro rss..&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/3501762146305704103-5951123986886738413?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/5951123986886738413/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=5951123986886738413&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/5951123986886738413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/5951123986886738413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/12/das-coisas-que-eu-gosto.html' title='Das coisas que eu gosto'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-6435527895353749406</id><published>2009-12-09T17:38:00.013-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T15:09:14.998-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preferidos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julianices'/><title type='text'>Meio Mulherzinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;De prosas, versos, desabafos e “julianices”, vou vivendo... humana, menina-mulher, descarregando toda essa explosão de sentimentos que me habita e insiste em não me largar. Tenho facilidade para sorrir e a mesma para chorar. Mas fácil mesmo é me conquistar! Portanto, cuidado para não me desapontar ou ferir, pois também sei machucar.&lt;br /&gt;Sou humilde, mas orgulhosa. Permita que eu o ame. Faça-me sentir amada. Me mande flores (de preferência, gérberas). Me faça um cafuné e recite um poema, mas não fique no meu pé. Gosto de ser livre, porém não sozinha. Então, por favor, esqueça a parte de não ficar no meu pé. Leia muitos livros e me conte sobre os que mais gostar. Me seqüestre para ver o mar, me faça mentir para meus pais, e, por favor, respeite meu silêncio. Não grite comigo e não duvide de mim. Não gosto de discutir!&lt;br /&gt;Sou compreensiva e juro tentar te entender, só não me faça enlouquecer. Não preciso de presentes caros, porque eu prefiro os feitos em casa. Surpreenda-me a cada momento, faça-me apaixonar todo dia pelo mesmo homem. Não me desaponte! Sou muito orgulhosa e capaz de perdoar, o complicado é esquecer... Me ame quando te amar, me odeie quando te odiar e não esqueça de que é fácil me conquistar. Não tenha vergonha de mim e, por favor, não me faça passar vergonha. Não mude na presença de seus amigos, me respeite e não me traia. Não preciso conhecer sua família e nem faço questão do seu passado, portanto, não questione sobre o meu, ok? Entenda que apesar de boba, sou mulher e tome muito cuidado para não me machucar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Creditos de revisão e correção ortográfica para Patricia Toni Firmino. &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/3501762146305704103-6435527895353749406?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/6435527895353749406/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=6435527895353749406&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/6435527895353749406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/6435527895353749406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/12/meio-mulherzinha.html' title='Meio Mulherzinha'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-8748757625415985060</id><published>2009-12-09T14:26:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T14:29:34.241-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Angeli</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/Sx_QJwBdxEI/AAAAAAAAAOY/QtNhxTdj8lY/s1600-h/ANGELI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413274143051072578" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/Sx_QJwBdxEI/AAAAAAAAAOY/QtNhxTdj8lY/s400/ANGELI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/Sx_PzuIyvqI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/r40QtJmXz4Q/s1600-h/ANGELI.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;mais ou menos assim&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/3501762146305704103-8748757625415985060?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/8748757625415985060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=8748757625415985060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/8748757625415985060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/8748757625415985060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/12/angeli.html' title='Angeli'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/Sx_QJwBdxEI/AAAAAAAAAOY/QtNhxTdj8lY/s72-c/ANGELI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-3470480314124026840</id><published>2009-12-08T17:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T17:44:41.554-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tudo passa, tudo passará...&lt;br /&gt;E nossa história não estará pelo avesso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Assim, sem final feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Teremos coisas bonitas pra contar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;E até lá, vamos viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Temos muito ainda por fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Não olhe pra trás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Apenas começamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;O mundo começa agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Apenas começamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; Eta saudade, tudo passará :')&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/3501762146305704103-3470480314124026840?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/3470480314124026840/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=3470480314124026840&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/3470480314124026840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/3470480314124026840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/12/tudo-passa-tudo-passara.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-835444274670095751</id><published>2009-11-27T14:27:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T17:50:33.035-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julianices'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Sua insanidade me perturba e surpreende, ainda enlouqueço tentando te entender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501762146305704103-835444274670095751?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/835444274670095751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=835444274670095751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/835444274670095751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/835444274670095751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/11/sua-insanidade-me-perturba-e-surpreende.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-3664361412457329250</id><published>2009-11-20T15:17:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T15:24:19.283-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julianices'/><title type='text'>Me mande flores.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SwbP5lbYPUI/AAAAAAAAAN4/4-uirDLrvP0/s1600/buque-flores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406236990911298882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SwbP5lbYPUI/AAAAAAAAAN4/4-uirDLrvP0/s400/buque-flores.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Vai ver só preciso de tempo, flores, versos e amores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&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/3501762146305704103-3664361412457329250?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/3664361412457329250/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=3664361412457329250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/3664361412457329250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/3664361412457329250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/11/mande-me-flores.html' title='Me mande flores.'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SwbP5lbYPUI/AAAAAAAAAN4/4-uirDLrvP0/s72-c/buque-flores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-3600729533400052320</id><published>2009-11-17T10:18:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T09:38:42.983-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preferidos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julianices'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Suma da minha vida sem dar explicações, me ofenda, faça mal a alguém que eu goste muito, do contrario não sei se consigo te esquecer.&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/3501762146305704103-3600729533400052320?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/3600729533400052320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=3600729533400052320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/3600729533400052320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/3600729533400052320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/11/suma-da-minha-vida-sem-dar-explicacoes.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-5701671248272251214</id><published>2009-11-13T15:08:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T10:09:09.571-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julianices'/><title type='text'>Aaah o Verão.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/Sv2Sxzs-EkI/AAAAAAAAANw/akWtVTewt-8/s1600-h/Aaah+o+VerÃ£o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403636512304534082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/Sv2Sxzs-EkI/AAAAAAAAANw/akWtVTewt-8/s400/Aaah+o+Ver%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt; Logo menos serei obrigada a trabalhar de óculos escuros, vocês não tem idéia de como essa janela ilumina minha mesa! Confesso que é praticamente impossível ficar sem pensar em praia, piscina, cerveja, amigos e afins nesse calor, com esse sol! E você não tem noção de como essa sala é quente. Devia ser proibido trabalhar no verão. Férias coletiva para todos no verão. Podiam liberar as sextas e segundas pelo menos né? Fiquei 3 dias em casa por conta de uma “conjuntivite” que até agora desconfio de sua veracidade. Já repararão que todos os surtos de conjuntivite dão no verão? Certeza, que inventaram a conjuntivite de propósito, pra galera poder aproveitar uma semana de verão. E o horário de verão? Eu adoro, pode me chamar de et, do que for, mas adoro fazer o que? Quer coisa melhor do que uma hora a mais de sol? Maravilha da vida o horário de verão. Gostaria de agradecer a quem inventou o horário de verão e a conjuntivite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps¹: Adoro sexta-feira ainda mais quando é 13, de sol e de paz!&lt;br /&gt;Ps²: Antes de ontem foi niver do Bilbos, então ontem fomos no cinema para não passar em branco, se a Nah não fosse se casar amanha, estaria eu hoje, na praia ainda comemorando com ele e descobri que o Acre existe! Podem acreditar.&lt;br /&gt;Ps³: E para este post Foto de um verão de pura felicidade que não voltará e vai estar para sempre guardado no meu tum-tum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;#Bjomeliguemhojeésexta ;)&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/3501762146305704103-5701671248272251214?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/5701671248272251214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=5701671248272251214&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/5701671248272251214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/5701671248272251214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/11/aaah-o-verao.html' title='Aaah o Verão.'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/Sv2Sxzs-EkI/AAAAAAAAANw/akWtVTewt-8/s72-c/Aaah+o+Ver%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-8802978898722809706</id><published>2009-11-11T10:47:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T09:39:19.292-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preferidos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julianices'/><title type='text'>Nenêm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/Svq1rm-89PI/AAAAAAAAANg/-oF8orMbHlg/s1600-h/JuRo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402830463787922674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/Svq1rm-89PI/AAAAAAAAANg/-oF8orMbHlg/s320/JuRo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;O novo chega, surpreende, desaponta, assusta e depois encanta. Máxima felicidade dentro da gente. Foi só o novo avô ficar sabendo da novidade e a criança já começou a mexer. E quem achou que o homem bravo gritaria, estava enganado. Chateou-se e depois sorriu sozinho no quarto, pensando consigo “meu primeiro neto, será mais do que bem vindo”, lógico, sorriu discreto, afim de não perder sua pose de “bravo”. Felicidade essa que qualquer criança faz brotar dentro da gente. Não foi como ele queria. E o que é como a gente quer hoje em dia? E agora começa a correria. Corre pra marcar o médico. Tem que fazer o pré-natal direitinho. Tem que marcar o chá de bebê. É menino? É menina? Quantos meses? Nasce quando? Vai Casar? Tá com medo? Tem que se cuidar menina! E toda a mesma ladainha. Se sua luz já é enorme, daquela que ofusca os olhos, agora vai cegar muita gente que for contra ela. Agora você tem a força de dois, força de gigante. Força de mãe. E dê adeus para a menina meiga, hora de receber de braços abertos a mulher forte que sempre esteve aí dentro de você. Pra mim não importa se é menino ou menina (prefiro um molequinho) o que importa é que vou ser tia! Titia! Tia Ju! Aiai *_* primeiro chora de susto, de medo e depois só de felicidade, a mais pura alegria que pode brotar dentro da gente (pura de verdade). É vida nova chegando, que mesmo sem saber já tá enchendo meu peito de felicidade. Se você ficou feliz, eu fico feliz. Se precisar de ajuda grita que na hora largo tudo pra te salvar de todos seus novos medos. Nem que seja só para enxugar suas lágrimas de mãe! Vai chegar em Março. Um pretinho ou uma pretinha. E eu, como toda boa tia, não vejo a hora para já começar a mimar meu pretinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ps¹: Aos poucos as coisas vão se ajeitando. E quem disse que é preciso dois pra ter uma felicidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ps²: Saudade do seu sorriso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ps³: Esse ano ainda peço demissão. E não Aceito não como resposta!&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/3501762146305704103-8802978898722809706?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/8802978898722809706/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=8802978898722809706&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/8802978898722809706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/8802978898722809706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/11/nenem.html' title='Nenêm.'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/Svq1rm-89PI/AAAAAAAAANg/-oF8orMbHlg/s72-c/JuRo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-3742403552665088863</id><published>2009-11-10T12:52:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T11:30:07.345-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aqueles que conquistam'/><title type='text'>Legião Urbana aovivo (94) Rio - Índios</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hwxhxT5iLcw&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hwxhxT5iLcw&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;essa musica, me faz pensar em tanta coisa... taaanta coisa...&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/3501762146305704103-3742403552665088863?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/3742403552665088863/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=3742403552665088863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/3742403552665088863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/3742403552665088863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/11/eu-quis-o-perigo-e-ate-sangrei-sozinho.html' title='Legião Urbana aovivo (94) Rio - Índios'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-5668208464782097513</id><published>2009-11-05T16:14:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T16:24:55.177-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aqueles que conquistam'/><title type='text'>Bandeira - Zeca Baleiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SvMYLw1jBtI/AAAAAAAAANQ/j7O-uhln2fw/s1600-h/kakaka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400686968514479826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SvMYLw1jBtI/AAAAAAAAANQ/j7O-uhln2fw/s320/kakaka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Eu não quero ver você cuspindo ódio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Eu não quero ver você fumando ópio, pra sarar a dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Eu não quero ver você chorar veneno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Não quero beber o teu café pequeno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Eu não quero isso seja lá o que isso for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Eu não quero aquele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Eu não quero aquilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Peixe na boca do crocodilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Braço da Vênus de Milo acenando tchau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Não quero medir a altura do tombo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Nem passar agosto esperando setembro, se bem me lembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;O melhor futuro este hoje escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;O maior desejo da boca é o beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Eu não quero ter o tejo escorrendo das mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Quero a Guanabara, quero o Rio Nilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Quero tudo ter, estrela, flor, estilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Tua língua em meu mamilo água e sal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Nada tenho vez em quando tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Tudo quero mais ou menos quanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Vida vida, noves fora, zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Quero viver, quero ouvir, quero ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;(Se é assim quero sim, acho que vim pra te ver)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ps¹: Sabe aquela musica que consegue expressar exatamente o momento? Então, to no meu momento bandeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ps²: Escrevi um texto lindo, que ninguem nunca vai ler!&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/3501762146305704103-5668208464782097513?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/5668208464782097513/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=5668208464782097513&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/5668208464782097513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/5668208464782097513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/11/bandeira-zeca-baleiro.html' title='Bandeira - Zeca Baleiro'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SvMYLw1jBtI/AAAAAAAAANQ/j7O-uhln2fw/s72-c/kakaka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-6780813618785306150</id><published>2009-10-30T14:42:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T14:44:43.168-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aqueles que conquistam'/><title type='text'>Vovô</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iPEyubCoZ2Q&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iPEyubCoZ2Q&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Da saudade!&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/3501762146305704103-6780813618785306150?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/6780813618785306150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=6780813618785306150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/6780813618785306150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/6780813618785306150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/10/vovo.html' title='Vovô'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-6891037224378640449</id><published>2009-10-26T10:45:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T10:51:58.015-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julianices'/><title type='text'>Misturando dois em um.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Disposta a por um fim em tudo, mais com falta de coragem, acho que chegou em um ponto que não tem mais volta e nem tem para onde ir, continuar me permitindo a tudo isso só vai me prender, pura perda de tempo. Queria que pudesse ser simples assim “foi bom, valeu, adeus”. No fim vai só parecer um sonho bom! Comigo as coisas sempre acabam parecendo só um sonho bom, não consigo achar razão lógica para que não tenha dado certo, nem por um momento, odeio esse jeito de ser humano de sempre complicar as coisas. Odeio pensar que nem ao menos tentei direito. E odeio acima de tudo ser tão humana ao ponto de não saber me controlar as vezes ¬¬. O novo assusta, o novo surpreende e pode decepcionar.&lt;br /&gt;Se ontem a noite, tivesse corrido até a estação pra te ver, em meia hora tinha mudado tudo! Odeio quando me pego em crises de covardia! Odeio sentir medo do desconhecido. Odeio sentir que foi a ultima chance que você me deu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps²: Ontem minha mãe ficou mais velha e mais linda! *_*&lt;br /&gt;Ps³: Apesar do pesares tive um fds maravilhoso, surreal e secreto ;).&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/3501762146305704103-6891037224378640449?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/6891037224378640449/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=6891037224378640449&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/6891037224378640449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/6891037224378640449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/10/misturando-dois-em-um.html' title='Misturando dois em um.'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/Stxjd1BCiDI/AAAAAAAAANI/mftnXKb2YnM/s72-c/amaciardureza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-1185006763082241097</id><published>2009-10-16T10:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T10:07:27.477-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'>Flor da pele - Zeca Baleiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ando tão à flor da pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Qualquer beijo de novela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Me faz chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ando tão à flor da pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Que teu olhar "flor na janela"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Me faz morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ando tão à flor da pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Meu desejo se confunde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Com a vontade de não ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ando tão à flor da pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Que a minha pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Tem o fogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Do juízo final...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Barco sem porto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Sem rumo, sem vela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Cavalo sem sela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Bicho solto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Um cão sem dono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Um menino, um bandido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Às vezes me preservo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Noutras, suicido!&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/3501762146305704103-1185006763082241097?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/1185006763082241097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=1185006763082241097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/1185006763082241097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/1185006763082241097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/10/flor-da-pele-zeca-baleiro.html' title='Flor da pele - Zeca Baleiro'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-303988195463989810</id><published>2009-10-02T21:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T21:52:31.615-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aqueles que conquistam'/><title type='text'>Não me mande carta - Zé Guilherme</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mPNfBX5Ur3I&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Não me telefone, não me mande carta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ora bolas, vá às favas, vá plantar batata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Desembaça, desencana, desentorta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Não me desacata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eu não tenho sangue de barata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eu não tenho suingue de mulata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eu só sei fazer conta exata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Dane-se quem vier me destratar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Esse amor não ata nem desata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Não ata e nem desata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Não ata e nem desata não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Esse amor não ata nem desata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Não ata e nem desata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Não ata e nem desata não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Pelas flores que me deste fico grata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Pelas horas de conversa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;De lorota e de cascata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Esse amor não ata nem desata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Não ata e nem desata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Não ata e nem desata não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Esse amor não ata nem desata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Não ata e nem desata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Não ata e nem desata não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Juro pela Bíblia e pelo Mahabarata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Nunca mais te ver a partir desta data&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Esse amor não ata nem desata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Não ata e nem desata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Não ata e nem desata não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Esse amor não ata nem desata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Não ata e nem desata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Não ata e nem desata não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Faça bom proveito do seu coração de lata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Como o sol minh'alma continua intacta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Esse amor não ata nem desata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Não ata e nem desata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Não ata e nem desata não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Esse amor não ata nem desata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Não ata e nem desata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Não ata e nem desata não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501762146305704103-303988195463989810?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/303988195463989810/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=303988195463989810&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/303988195463989810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/303988195463989810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/10/ora-bolas-nao-me-amola-nao-me-enfarta.html' title='Não me mande carta - Zé Guilherme'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-6513674580615416552</id><published>2009-10-02T14:43:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T14:48:54.813-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julianices'/><title type='text'>Desilusão.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Esperar que as pessoas tomem atitudes que você tomaria, é praticamente pedir para se desiludir com elas, cada segundo que passa tenho mas certeza de que até as pessoas boas são ruins.&lt;br /&gt;Minha mãe e meu pai, queriam ter criado eu e meus irmãos em uma sociedade alternativa, no meio do mato, mas acharam melhor não, segundo eles agente precisava ter contato com o mundo real, ontem na janta, família sentada junto a mesa, filosofando (na minha família esses momentos sempre viram motivos para filosofar sobre a vida) falei para minha mãe que era melhor ter feito isso, prefiro morar no meio do mato, sem televisão, Internet e viver em paz, do que ter que chorar assistindo Jornal Nacional. Do que conhecer pessoas maravilhosas e descobrir que não são maravilhosas, eu tenho uma puta mania chata que me sempre me fode, pensar que todo mundo pensa que nem eu, sempre espero atitudes que eu tomaria, acabo criando os amigos e casos perfeitos, daí quando descubro que é tudo mentira, que todo mundo é filho da puta, corro pros braços da minha mãe, vou chorar no banho, chorar baixinho antes de dormir com a cabeça coberta morrendo de falta de ar (é ridículo eu sei, mas faço isso ¬¬)... enfim, é sempre assim, ontem meu irmão falo uma coisa que é verdade “NÃO DA PARA ESPERAR DOS OUTROS ATITUDES QUE VOCÊ TOMARIA” e velho, não da mesmo, se não o coração não agüenta tanta desilusão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ps: Hoje não tem "ps"&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/3501762146305704103-6513674580615416552?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/6513674580615416552/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=6513674580615416552&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/6513674580615416552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/6513674580615416552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/10/desilusao.html' title='Desilusão.'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-8102627498091981187</id><published>2009-10-01T10:24:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T10:50:28.369-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julianices'/><title type='text'>Quero a paz de um quadro de Monet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SsSu9DK_3AI/AAAAAAAAANA/6bKUkG3ZjEM/s1600-h/Monet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387623418088643586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SsSu9DK_3AI/AAAAAAAAANA/6bKUkG3ZjEM/s400/Monet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Mente alucinada, explodindo de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;idéias&lt;/span&gt;, confusa com o mundo, confusa comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Preciso de Paz, paz comigo, e preciso agora... Se com vinte anos estou assim, chego aos quarenta louca, e se for pra enlouquecer, quero viver e aproveitar. Não &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;agüento&lt;/span&gt; mais trabalhar para quem eu trabalho, sou mais que isso e sei que posso mais. Não &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;agüento&lt;/span&gt; ter que estudar o que não tem nada a ver comigo. Não &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;agüento&lt;/span&gt; meus amigos. Amo todos eles, mas me privam de viver o que sinto que precisa ser vivido. Não &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;agüento&lt;/span&gt; ir a médicos, e se eu não fizer a cirurgia? E se não cuidar do coração? O que acontece comigo? Não quero me dar bem em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Poá&lt;/span&gt;, não quero fincar raízes aqui, preciso do mundo, preciso me conhecer para que os outros saibam quem eu realmente sou. Quero mais tempo para mim, tempo sozinha, comigo e a natureza, comigo e minha respiração, nada nem ninguém alem dos meus pensamentos. Preciso respirar os ares diferentes, preciso aprender e viver tudo que existe para ser vivido.&lt;br /&gt;Tomara que de tudo certo. Tomara mesmo, vou fazer o possível para que de, quando falei que queria mudar era verdade, se depender de mim e da tia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cris&lt;/span&gt;, tudo a partir de ontem. Será diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda bem que tem a família, a mãe que lê mente, que me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;apóia&lt;/span&gt; quando quero mudar o rumo das coisas, que pensa como eu e acredito ser a única que realmente me conhece e entende, o pai que é carinhoso que faz tudo por mim, o irmão engraçado e o irmão prestativo. Sem eles eu nunca seria eu, ainda bem que tem a família!&lt;br /&gt;E se nada der certo, eu tentei. E se nada ser certo eu aprendi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;¹: Sabe melhor mãe do mundo? É a minha com certeza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;²: Se existe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;crise&lt;/span&gt; dos vinte anos, me enquadro nela =/&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/3501762146305704103-8102627498091981187?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/8102627498091981187/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=8102627498091981187&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/8102627498091981187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/8102627498091981187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/10/quero-paz-de-um-quadro-de-monet.html' title='Quero a paz de um quadro de Monet.'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SsSu9DK_3AI/AAAAAAAAANA/6bKUkG3ZjEM/s72-c/Monet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-1301750380360560816</id><published>2009-09-30T14:45:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T09:42:47.057-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aqueles que conquistam'/><title type='text'>Itamar Assumpção</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SsOZZPtozqI/AAAAAAAAAMw/i0RigDz9rzo/s1600-h/Iatamar.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387318238258974370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SsOZZPtozqI/AAAAAAAAAMw/i0RigDz9rzo/s400/Iatamar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Devia ser Proibido - Por Alice Ruiz, para Itamar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Devia ser proibido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Uma saudade tão má&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;De uma pessoa tão boa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Falar, gritar, reclamar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Se a nossa voz não ecoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Dizer não vou mais voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Sumir pelo mundo afora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Alguém com tudo pra dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Tirar o seu corpo fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Devia ser proibido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Estar do lado de cá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Enquanto a lembrança voa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Reviver, ter que lembrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;E calar por mais que doa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Chorar, não mais respirar (ar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Dizer adeus, ir embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Você partir e ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Pra outra vida, outra hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Devia ser proibido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Conhecido como o "artista maldito" pela critica nos anos 80, Itamar Assumpção foi compositor, cantor, instrumentista, arranjador e produtor musical brasileiro...Uma das grandes Peroras Negras do Brasil. Vale a pena adicionar a sua playlist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps¹: Ontem meu pai praticamente me obrigou a ler uma matéria no jornal sobre esse carinha ae.. ainda bem que meu pai me obriga a ler essas coisas rs (:&lt;br /&gt;Ps²: Fui no hospital hoje, Furtarão meu celular la dentro, vamos ver quanto tempo sobrevivo sem aquele maldito aparelhinho =p e ainda vou ter que ir em mais dois médicos pra solucionar os mistérios do meu coração ¬¬.&lt;br /&gt;Ps³: E por Fim... Descobri que a Marcinha e minha mãe são absurdamente parecidas nas esquisitices rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Bjonãomeliguemestousemcelular! ;)&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/3501762146305704103-1301750380360560816?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/1301750380360560816/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=1301750380360560816&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/1301750380360560816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/1301750380360560816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/09/devia-ser-proibido-itamar-assumpcao.html' title='Itamar Assumpção'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SsOZZPtozqI/AAAAAAAAAMw/i0RigDz9rzo/s72-c/Iatamar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-8648950446039278091</id><published>2009-09-23T14:03:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T16:07:15.844-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julianices'/><title type='text'>Chega de me privar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SrpVK-_mbCI/AAAAAAAAAMo/EzqD0FdkFkA/s1600-h/Juliana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384709951671659554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SrpVK-_mbCI/AAAAAAAAAMo/EzqD0FdkFkA/s200/Juliana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Acordei abri os olhos e enxerguei tudo em cores e formas diferentes. Quero ser livre. Livre se encanações. Livre de pudores. Livre da paixão. Viver a vida e aproveitá-la em cada vão momento é tão mais lúcido e lógico do que viver de Se de Sonhos e de Mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ps¹: Se pá escrevo mais neste post depois, se pááá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ps²: Pena que na pratica nem sempre é assim né? ¬¬&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/3501762146305704103-8648950446039278091?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/8648950446039278091/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=8648950446039278091&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/8648950446039278091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/8648950446039278091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/09/chega-de-me-privar.html' title='Chega de me privar.'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SrpVK-_mbCI/AAAAAAAAAMo/EzqD0FdkFkA/s72-c/Juliana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-1912442717562496426</id><published>2009-09-23T12:30:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T14:20:59.031-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aqueles que conquistam'/><title type='text'>O Poeta e a Lua - Vinícius de Morais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/Sro_QibIb4I/AAAAAAAAAMg/EnJWL4etWPQ/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384685857825910658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/Sro_QibIb4I/AAAAAAAAAMg/EnJWL4etWPQ/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Em meio a um cristal de ecos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;O poeta vai pela rua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Seus olhos verdes de éter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Abrem cavernas na lua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;A lua volta de flanco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Eriçada de luxúria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;O poeta, aloucado e branco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Palpa as nádegas da lua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Entre as esfera nitentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Tremeluzem pelos fulvos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;O poeta, de olhar dormente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Entreabre o pente da lua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Em frouxos de luz e água&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Palpita a ferida crua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;O poeta todo se lava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;De palidez e doçura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ardente e desesperada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;A lua vira em decúbito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;A vinda lenta do espasmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Aguça as pontas da lua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;O poeta afaga-lhe os braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;E o ventre que se menstrua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;A lua se curva em arco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Num delírio de luxúria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;O gozo aumenta de súbito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Em frêmitos que perduram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;A lua vira o outro quarto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;E fica de frente, nua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;O orgasmo desce do espaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Desfeito em estrelas e nuvens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Nos ventos do mar perpassa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Um salso cheiro de lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;E a lua, no êxtase, cresce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Se dilata e alteia e estua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;O poeta se deixa em prece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ante a beleza da lua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Depois a lua adormece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;E míngua e se apazigua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;O poeta desaparece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Envolto em cantos e plumas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Enquanto a noite enlouquece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;No seu claustro de ciúmes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-7195525419005387235</id><published>2009-09-01T13:11:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T09:33:33.415-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preferidos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julianices'/><title type='text'>Minha felicidade não é instantânea!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/Sp1JcLe64UI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xYxReFb3h-c/s1600-h/Aniversario+da+Ana+Carol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376534278617882946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/Sp1JcLe64UI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xYxReFb3h-c/s400/Aniversario+da+Ana+Carol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/Sp1JUaEwhSI/AAAAAAAAAMI/OiA9l3zMUDM/s1600-h/Aniversario+da+Ana+Carol.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Minha felicidade é extremamente baseada em fatos reais, é acordar pra trabalhar puta da vida, querendo dormir mais cinco minutos ou continuar o sonho bom e perceber que é mais um dia de vida pra ser vivido, é ficar olhando o lance comer a ração dele todo dia de manha (gatinho mimadinho) é dançar até sentir a panturrilha queimar, é sentir o cheiro do mar, dar um mergulho pra purificar, e te ver dormir, te ver sonhar as coisas mais absurdas, escovar os dentes depois de uma bebedeira, é tomar banho de meia hora (desculpe planeta terra), é sonhar toda noite sonho bom, é acabar o dia e perceber que deu tempo de fazer tudo, e deitar enrolar o pé no edredon e sentir ele ficar quentinho. É brincar de lutinha com o lindo do Dudu, fazer a Nah e a Carlinha de bonecas (maquiando,pentiando etc..), ouvir as historias do João e irritar o Bibi rs Minha felicidade é ficar puta com os amigos e dois dias depois esquecer abraçar e falar que amo. E beber até ir parar no meu mundo paralelo, é toda noite antes de ir para minha cama fazer uma horinha deitada na cama com Ti Mito e Tia Cris. É brigar com o Caiu por causa do banheiro de manhã, Brigar com o Vi por causa da bagunça que sempre faço em tudo, e comer a comidinha peculiar da Tia Cida todo dia meio dia e meio assistindo globo esporte, e roda de violão com a galera, é esquecer dos problemas do job e explodir de alegria ao rever meus amigos. A minha felicidade é estar viva! Sofrer e perceber que sou feita de carne e coração (mais coração que carne). Superar obstáculos, minha felicidade é quando paro para o orar e me sinto perto de Deus. Minha felicidade é estar aqui vivendo,sorrindo,sofrendo,amando, me desiludindo. Minha Felicidade é Estar viva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ps¹: Não caberia num texto todas minhas felicidades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ps²: Hoje tive um almoço agradabilissimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ps³: Nada como uma foto expludindo de felicidade pra colocar neste poste né?&lt;/span&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/3501762146305704103-7195525419005387235?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SpLkYlpdvnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/VI9BZl6r1bM/s320/hull.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Eu apenas queria que você soubesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Que aquela alegria ainda está comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;E que a minha ternura não ficou na estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Não ficou no tempo presa na poeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu apenas queria que você soubesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Que esta menina hoje é uma mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;E que esta mulher é uma menina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Que colheu seu fruto flor do seu carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu apenas queria dizer a todo mundo que me gosta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Que hoje eu me gosto muito mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Porque me entendo muito mais também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que a atitude de recomeçar é todo dia toda hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;É se respeitar na sua força e fé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;E se olhar bem fundo até o dedão do pé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu apenas queira que você soubesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Que essa criança brinca nesta roda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;E não teme o corte de novas feridas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Pois tem a saúde que aprendeu com a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu apenas queria que você soubesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Que aquela alegria ainda está comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;E que a minha ternura não ficou na estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Não ficou no tempo presa na poeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu apenas queria que você soubesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Que esta menina hoje é uma mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;E que esta mulher é uma menina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Que colheu seu fruto flor do seu carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu apenas queria dizer a todo mundo que me gosta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Que hoje eu me gosto muito mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Porque me entendo muito mais também&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/3501762146305704103-116492551745547834?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/116492551745547834/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=116492551745547834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/116492551745547834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/116492551745547834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/08/eu-apenas-queria-que-voce-soubesse.html' title='Eu Apenas Queria Que Você Soubesse - Gonzaguinha'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SpLkYlpdvnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/VI9BZl6r1bM/s72-c/hull.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-8851069332410775749</id><published>2009-08-21T11:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T11:22:43.637-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julianices'/><title type='text'>Deus falou comigo, e falou da gente.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/So6tGz1JcjI/AAAAAAAAALw/xgex540wsTU/s1600-h/um_sabado_qualquer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372421738003526194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/So6tGz1JcjI/AAAAAAAAALw/xgex540wsTU/s400/um_sabado_qualquer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Sempre desconfiei dessas “revelações” que o povo tanto fala nas igrejas. Nunca fui temente a Deus, quem me conhece sabe. Sempre digo que existe algo que agente até pode se referir como Deus, mas o meu Deus pode ser diferente do teu Deus, entende? Enfim esses dias fui visitar uma Igreja (congregação) , algo me assustou/surpreendeu o cooperado (tipo pastor deles) começou falar uma par de coisas e meuuu, me tocou viu! É osso assumir isso mas parecia que era pra mim, na hora pra não demonstrar que eu estava me rendendo aos sermões dele até comecei a ler o livrinho de louvor, fingindo que não tava nem ai pras “baboseiras” que ele falava rs enfim. Foi tipo um psicólogo, falou tantaaa coisa que como eu não tinha percebido antes sabe? tudo bem pode ser que não fosse pra mim, mas serviu! Pode ser que Deus não exista, mas que tinham energias mais que boas naquele lugar, tinha! Me fez rever conceitos, aceitar toda essa situação, tomar atitudes, mudar certas coisas e o mas importante me deu forças para superar tudo, passar de fase saka? (:&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/3501762146305704103-8851069332410775749?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/8851069332410775749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=8851069332410775749&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/8851069332410775749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/8851069332410775749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/08/deus-falou-comigo-e-falou-da-gente.html' title='Deus falou comigo, e falou da gente.'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/So6tGz1JcjI/AAAAAAAAALw/xgex540wsTU/s72-c/um_sabado_qualquer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-4694344607887081058</id><published>2009-08-18T11:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T14:53:59.813-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aqueles que conquistam'/><title type='text'>O amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SorB06ejv1I/AAAAAAAAALo/wEhMdZFH6bA/s1600-h/Monica+e+Cebolinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371318620387524434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SorB06ejv1I/AAAAAAAAALo/wEhMdZFH6bA/s320/Monica+e+Cebolinha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;“No mundo perfeito, os casos de amor terminariam na hora certa. No último beijo que funcionou. Na última vez em que o amor e a generosidade triunfaram sobre o ódio e a mesquinharia. Mas isso não acontece. A gente sempre ultrapassa o ponto ideal no término dos relacionamentos. É a maldição dos homens e mulheres apaixonados.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://fabiohernandez.wordpress.com/2006/12/26/o-amor/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Por Fabio Hernandez, um escritor barato&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ps¹:Sei exatamente qual foi o último beijo que funcionou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ps²:Somos todos egoístas tentando espremer a paixão até a última gota. &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/3501762146305704103-4694344607887081058?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/4694344607887081058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=4694344607887081058&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/4694344607887081058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/4694344607887081058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-amor.html' title='O amor'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SorB06ejv1I/AAAAAAAAALo/wEhMdZFH6bA/s72-c/Monica+e+Cebolinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-5529225927565683608</id><published>2009-08-13T15:57:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T16:09:21.040-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Se Apaixone por um grande homem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perguntei-me tantas vezes, qual será a fórmula exata para chegar a este grande homem que toda mulher sonha encontrar e que não deixe-me por um motivo qualquer.&lt;br /&gt;Não se apaixone por um homem que só fale de si mesmo, de seus problemas, sem preocupar-se com você. Enamore-se de um homem que se interesse por você, que conheça suas qualidades, defeitos, suas ilusões, tristezas e que a ajude a superá-las.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Não creia nas palavras de um homem quando seus atos dizem o oposto&lt;/span&gt;.Afaste de sua vida um homem que não constrói com você um mundo melhor. Ele jamais sairá do seu lado, pois você é a sua fonte de energia.&lt;br /&gt;Fuja de um homem enfermo espiritual e emocionalmente, é como um câncer, matará tudo o que há em você (emocional, mental, física, social e economicamente).&lt;br /&gt;Não dê atenção a um homem que não seja capaz de expressar seus sentimentos, que não se ame saudavelmente.&lt;br /&gt;Não se agarre a um homem que não seja capaz de reconhecer sua beleza interior e exterior e suas qualidades morais.&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe entrar em sua vida um homem a quem tenha que adivinhar o que quer, porque não é capaz de se expressar abertamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Não se enamore de um homem que ao conhecê-lo, sua vida tenha se transformado em um problema a resolver e não em algo para desfrutar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Não creia em um homem que tenha carências afetivas de infância e que trata de preenchê-las com a infidelidade, culpando-a, quando o problema não está em você, e sim nele, porque não sabe o que quer da vida, nem quais são suas prioridades.&lt;br /&gt;Por que querer um homem que a abandonará se você não for como ele pretendia, ou se já não é mais útil?&lt;br /&gt;Por que querer um homem que a trocará por uma mulher mais jovem, atraente, ou por um corpo mais esbelto?&lt;br /&gt;Por que querer um homem que não saiba admirar a beleza que há em você, a verdadeira beleza… a do coração e alma?&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes deixei-me levar pela superficialidade das coisas, deixando de lado aqueles que realmente me ofereciam sua sinceridade e integridade e dando mais importância a quem não valorizava meu esforço?&lt;br /&gt;Custou-me muito compreender que GRANDE HOMEM não é aquele que chega ao topo, nem o que tem mais dinheiro, casa, automóvel, nem quem vive rodeado de mulheres, nem muito menos o mais bonito.&lt;br /&gt;Um grande homem, é aquele ser humano transparente, que não se refugia atrás de cortinas de fumaça, é o que abre seu coração sem rejeitar a realidade, é quem admira uma mulher por seus alicerces morais e grandeza interior.&lt;br /&gt;Um grande homem, é o que caminha de frente, sem baixar os olhos é aquele que não mente, embora às vezes perca por falar a verdade e sobretudo, um grande homem é o que sabe chorar sua dor sem fugir dela.&lt;br /&gt;Um grande homem é o que cai e tem a suficiente força para levantar-se e seguir lutando.&lt;br /&gt;Um Grande Homem é simplesmente aquele que nunca a faz chorar é quem no lugar de lágrimas lhe rouba sorrisos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autor desconhecido, recebi por e-mail da tia Sil.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Ps¹: Viu Juliana.&lt;br /&gt;Ps²: Meu pai é o Homem certo do texto.&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/3501762146305704103-5529225927565683608?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/5529225927565683608/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=5529225927565683608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/5529225927565683608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/5529225927565683608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/08/se-apaixone-por-um-grande-homen.html' title='Se Apaixone por um grande homem!'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-7449383447085450032</id><published>2009-08-13T10:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:44:28.111-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Medo de Amar - Claus e Vanessa</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NS7REUysVPs&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NS7REUysVPs&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/3501762146305704103-7449383447085450032?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/7449383447085450032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=7449383447085450032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/7449383447085450032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/7449383447085450032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/08/medo-de-amar-claus-e-vanessa.html' title='Medo de Amar - Claus e Vanessa'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-3151026960919578468</id><published>2009-08-07T17:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T09:13:58.027-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'>Puta que Pariu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Cansei de fofoca pelas costas, de todo esse “tititi” pico novelinha malhação. Meu Deus! Como pode? Depois de tudo você mostrar que realmente não me conhece! E quando eu falo que to precisando mudar de ares e que estou me esforçando para abrir os olhos e valorizar o que é importante de verdade, você me diz que não entende e não e que não tem necessidade disso? To começando a pensar que você é louco, ou ta querendo me deixar louca. Devo ter tendências masoquistas. Pra aguentar tudo isso quieta, só tendo tendência masoquistas. Faça-me o favor! Peloamordedeus! Preciso sumir. Ainda bem que hoje é sexta. E vê se não cruza meu caminho nesse fim de semana, beleza? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ps: da seção Desabafos sem revisão&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/3501762146305704103-3151026960919578468?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/3151026960919578468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=3151026960919578468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/3151026960919578468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/3151026960919578468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/08/puta-que-pariu.html' title='Puta que Pariu!'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-6112547631307324408</id><published>2009-07-29T09:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T09:47:21.626-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aqueles que conquistam'/><title type='text'>Após chuva de granizo, dia de arco-íris em SP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SnBDyuwP49I/AAAAAAAAALE/i2cAdpT3DK4/s1600-h/9f4b314578661f1fbf6f6fc8efe4643b15134c64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363861695021179858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SnBDyuwP49I/AAAAAAAAALE/i2cAdpT3DK4/s400/9f4b314578661f1fbf6f6fc8efe4643b15134c64.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Lindo o Arco iris no céu cinza de São Paulo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;No meio da selva de pedra um pouco de esperança após a chuva de granizo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Adorei! *.*&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/3501762146305704103-6112547631307324408?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/6112547631307324408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=6112547631307324408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/6112547631307324408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/6112547631307324408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/07/apos-chuva-de-granizo-dia-de-arco-iris.html' title='Após chuva de granizo, dia de arco-íris em SP'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SnBDyuwP49I/AAAAAAAAALE/i2cAdpT3DK4/s72-c/9f4b314578661f1fbf6f6fc8efe4643b15134c64.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-8197626977248112054</id><published>2009-07-21T11:26:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T11:33:45.628-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu amo o amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;O amor é vermelho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;O ciúme é verde. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Meus olhos são verdes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Mas são verdes tão escuros que na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;fotografia saem negros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Meu segredo é ter os olhos verdese ninguém saber. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;À extremidade de mim estou eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Eu, implorante, eu a que necessita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;a que pede, a que chora, a que se lamenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Mas a que canta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;A que diz palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Palavras ao vento? que importa, os ventos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;as trazem de novo e eu as possuo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Eu à beira do vento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;O morro dos ventos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;uivantes me chama. Vou, bruxa que sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;E me transmuto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Oh, cachorro, cadê tua alma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;está à beira de teu corpo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Eu estou à beira de meu corpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;E feneço lentamente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Que estou eu a dizer? Estou dizendo amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;E à beira do amor estamos nós..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SmXRZmMw-XI/AAAAAAAAAK8/dMhA4_iNee4/s1600-h/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360921169135466866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SmXRZmMw-XI/AAAAAAAAAK8/dMhA4_iNee4/s320/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;ps: Maldito orgulho feminino! Sempre aterrorizando as mulheres das mais frágeis as guerreiras. Orgulho ferido é o ó!&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/3501762146305704103-8197626977248112054?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/8197626977248112054/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=8197626977248112054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/8197626977248112054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/8197626977248112054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/07/eu-amo-o-amor.html' title='Eu amo o amor'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SmXRZmMw-XI/AAAAAAAAAK8/dMhA4_iNee4/s72-c/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-691446363867218858</id><published>2009-07-20T16:41:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T16:46:52.311-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SmTJeqMjhaI/AAAAAAAAAKs/aC8bPOW3CzY/s1600-h/tira-15-07-2009-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360630985037940130" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SmTJeqMjhaI/AAAAAAAAAKs/aC8bPOW3CzY/s400/tira-15-07-2009-web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ps: Ontem dancei com um cara bonito com dreads mais bonitos ainda *.*&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/3501762146305704103-691446363867218858?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/691446363867218858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=691446363867218858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/691446363867218858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/691446363867218858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/07/sabe.html' title='Sabe?'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SmTJeqMjhaI/AAAAAAAAAKs/aC8bPOW3CzY/s72-c/tira-15-07-2009-web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-6715277249418932505</id><published>2009-07-13T10:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T09:22:22.604-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;"Quem sabe o príncipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Virou um chato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Que vive dando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;No meu saco"&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/3501762146305704103-6715277249418932505?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/6715277249418932505/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=6715277249418932505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/6715277249418932505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/6715277249418932505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/07/quem-sabe-o-principe-virou-um-chato-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-1912074070733795601</id><published>2009-07-08T10:38:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T09:11:47.375-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aqueles que conquistam'/><title type='text'>Pedro Neschling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SlShi-a5hPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/qTH-3pQ4Abo/s1600-h/Pedro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356083479093806322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SlShi-a5hPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/qTH-3pQ4Abo/s400/Pedro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Mais um da Sessão CasaComidaRoupalavada .... Mel Dels! Acho ele bem incrível viu rss... ainda mais agora que estou seguindo o respectivo no Twitter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/pedroneschling"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;@pedroneschling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt; me encanta *.*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ps: Adoro a casta dos Fofos (:&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/3501762146305704103-1912074070733795601?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/1912074070733795601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=1912074070733795601&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/1912074070733795601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/1912074070733795601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/07/pedro-neschling.html' title='Pedro Neschling'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SlShi-a5hPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/qTH-3pQ4Abo/s72-c/Pedro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-2436315086557015734</id><published>2009-07-03T14:28:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T09:12:20.843-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julianices'/><title type='text'>Tudo muda o tempo todo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Meu blog costumava ser mais encantador! ... acho que preciso me apaixonar, para voltar a escrever textos encantadores... ou não rsss sei lá ... o fato é que! Até os vídeos/textos/musicas postados aqui anteriormente estão me dando raiva/náuseas/enjôo ! Vontadinha de deletar tudo e começar um blog sobre coisas da atualidade (ainda bem que sou covarde).&lt;br /&gt;Incrível como a gente consegue observar nossa própria mudança através de um bloguinho né? ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps¹: Pintei minhas unhas de dafne!&lt;br /&gt;Ps²: Leia essa matéria no blog da jaque -&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://alguemdealgumjeito.blogspot.com/2009/07/definicao-perfeita-hora-dos-fofos.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Definição perfeita - A hora dos fofos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps³: Vou ver a preta hoje \o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501762146305704103-2436315086557015734?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/2436315086557015734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=2436315086557015734&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/2436315086557015734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/2436315086557015734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/07/tudo-muda-o-tempo-todo.html' title='Tudo muda o tempo todo...'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-38626080687730704</id><published>2009-07-02T09:06:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T09:17:21.029-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Preleção Final da Copa do Brasil 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Veja o vídeo que os atletas do Corinthians viram antes do jogo decisivo da Copa do Brasil. Mais vídeos em nikefutebol.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ENXn6fSHMI&amp;amp;hl=" width="560" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" color2="0x4e9e00" fs="1&amp;amp;color1="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Trilha Sonora do Filme, FIEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Trilha sonora do documentário Fiel, O Filme. Dirigido por Andrea Pasquini, com roteiro de Serginho Groisman e Marcelo Rubens Paiva. Letra de Rita Lee e Carlos Rennó Interpretada por Graça Cunha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ckghI5pbAA&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" color2="0x4e9e00" fs="1&amp;amp;color1="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;É Campeão! Fiel de Coração sempre.&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/3501762146305704103-38626080687730704?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/38626080687730704/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=38626080687730704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/38626080687730704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/38626080687730704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/07/prelecao-final-da-copa-do-brasil-2009.html' title='Preleção Final da Copa do Brasil 2009'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-3678764385782479713</id><published>2009-07-01T14:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T14:23:35.113-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aqueles que conquistam'/><title type='text'>Almôndegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/Skua_yBXZpI/AAAAAAAAAKM/kheiFPj-wK4/s1600-h/almondegas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353543002609903250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/Skua_yBXZpI/AAAAAAAAAKM/kheiFPj-wK4/s400/almondegas.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt; Os Almôndegas! Antiga banda dos antigos &lt;em&gt;Kleiton e o Kledir&lt;/em&gt; ... Vale a pena adicionar a sua playlist !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501762146305704103-3678764385782479713?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/3678764385782479713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=3678764385782479713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/3678764385782479713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/3678764385782479713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/07/almondegas.html' title='Almôndegas'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/Skua_yBXZpI/AAAAAAAAAKM/kheiFPj-wK4/s72-c/almondegas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-7934155122335872285</id><published>2009-06-30T14:11:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T09:12:53.911-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julianices'/><title type='text'>No mundo Martinez...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Joaninha era boba, ria de tudo e por isso todos pensavam que ela era trouxa! Mas tinha bons amigos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Abelhinha&lt;/span&gt; era a mais ligeira, mas era justa! As vezes falava de mais, falava sem pensar, mas era justa! (uma das preferidas de joaninha)&lt;br /&gt;Joãozinho ninguém sabia direito o que era, só que era muito bobo e fácil de enganar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Marianinha&lt;/span&gt; era muito legal, bonita, simpática porem muito ligeira e egoísta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zezinho&lt;/span&gt; era a felicidade em forma humana, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ótimo&lt;/span&gt; amigo ... só não sabia guardar segredos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jorginho&lt;/span&gt; parecia ser &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bobão&lt;/span&gt;, amigo, humilde...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;maaas&lt;/span&gt; era egoísta, ligeiro, maldoso, malicioso...e mesmo assim todo mundo gostava dele. (ele era do Bem!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Baratinha&lt;/span&gt; não prestava, fria e calculista tentava colocar todos contra todos. (joaninha nunca gostou dela)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Alguns dos seres que habitam o mundo Martinez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501762146305704103-7934155122335872285?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/7934155122335872285/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=7934155122335872285&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/7934155122335872285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/7934155122335872285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-mundo-martinez.html' title='No mundo Martinez...'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-3696782033701217962</id><published>2009-06-29T09:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T09:41:36.361-03:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Vermelhos Capitais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/Ski11ZYlxNI/AAAAAAAAAKE/MNZ0fErC_hs/s1600-h/risque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352728086081553618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/Ski11ZYlxNI/AAAAAAAAAKE/MNZ0fErC_hs/s400/risque.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Nova coleção da Risqué... Eu quero *.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501762146305704103-3696782033701217962?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/3696782033701217962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=3696782033701217962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/3696782033701217962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/3696782033701217962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/06/7-vermelhos-capitais.html' title='7 Vermelhos Capitais'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/Ski11ZYlxNI/AAAAAAAAAKE/MNZ0fErC_hs/s72-c/risque.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-6445305084893140201</id><published>2009-06-26T15:07:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:47:51.628-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SkUOrbR-MHI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/a2sPhjjaM-o/s1600-h/MichaelJacksonDancando1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351699871420002418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SkUOrbR-MHI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/a2sPhjjaM-o/s400/MichaelJacksonDancando1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt; Meu o cara era/é/foi fóda! independente das suas bizarrices, serio fiquei e ainda estou triste! morre um dos maiores mitos da musica. Morre para sua família e amigos próximos, para mim ele acaba de se tornar mais um dos eternos. Para mim e para o mundo. Me Atrevo a dizer que suas musicas, assim como os Beatles/Doors e tantos outros "eternos" serão lembradas para sempre e só vão parar de tocar quando o mundo acabar! Musicas e dancinhas sensacionais néé! Duvido que você nunca tentou imitar aqueles passinhos? Acho digno que imprensa internacional esteja respeitando, jurava que só iriam falar de coisas não tão dignas assim !&lt;br /&gt;Pois é Galera morre o Preto mais Branco que o mundo já conheceu!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho certeza de que independente de qualquer coisa agora ele está ao lado de tantos outros eternos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu: Ual vou poder dizer que estava viva quando Michael Jackson morreu!&lt;br /&gt;Mãe: É e eu, que estava na do John Lennon.&lt;br /&gt;.... Depois foi só Silencio :(&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/3501762146305704103-6445305084893140201?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/6445305084893140201/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=6445305084893140201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/6445305084893140201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/6445305084893140201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson.html' title='Michael Jackson'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SkUOrbR-MHI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/a2sPhjjaM-o/s72-c/MichaelJacksonDancando1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-5905737282882295511</id><published>2009-06-22T11:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:56:31.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Frejat - Nada Além</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PoAcmmGYSIQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PoAcmmGYSIQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/3501762146305704103-5905737282882295511?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/5905737282882295511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=5905737282882295511&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/5905737282882295511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/5905737282882295511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/06/frejat-nada-alem.html' title='Frejat - Nada Além'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-303920550152760129</id><published>2009-06-18T10:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:27:16.635-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Calvin and Hobbes   and ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/Sjo_TCF0MqI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OUR_RYMiZyo/s1600-h/calvin+e+aroldo+and+jockei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348657103667212962" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/Sjo_TCF0MqI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OUR_RYMiZyo/s400/calvin+e+aroldo+and+jockei.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Calvin cresceu e continua viajando....&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/3501762146305704103-303920550152760129?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/303920550152760129/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=303920550152760129&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/303920550152760129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/303920550152760129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/06/calvin-and-haroldo-and.html' title='Calvin and Hobbes   and ...'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/Sjo_TCF0MqI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OUR_RYMiZyo/s72-c/calvin+e+aroldo+and+jockei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-3737829821491113522</id><published>2009-06-17T10:48:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T09:34:43.416-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preferidos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julianices'/><title type='text'>Evitando abraços desnecessários!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/Sjj90M5J8fI/AAAAAAAAAJs/YOd1jR5zWLM/s1600-h/abraco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348303630758441458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/Sjj90M5J8fI/AAAAAAAAAJs/YOd1jR5zWLM/s400/abraco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Adoro abraçar! Se deixar abraço o tempo todo, abraço desconcerta, conforta e como é bom dormir abraçadinho *.* mas poupe-me de abraços sem afeto! Abraços desconfiados. Sabe aquele dos três tapinhas nas costas? Tirando o do Yuiji me sinto estranha com esse tipo de abraço! Abraço é mais complicado do que agente imagina, a pior (ou melhor) parte é o contato agente nunca sabe se como o outro vai retribuir! Sou a favor do abraço sincero, de amigo, amor, aquele abraço fraterno, para mim o melhor é o abraço de mãe, da minha mãe é lógico! Se um dia tiver oportunidade de abraçá-la não perca. Recordista de abraços são os bêbados! Bêbado adora abraçar, eu abraço 50% mais quando estou bêbada e olha que eu já abraço bastante! Mas não me venha com abraço sem afeto! É sério! Aquele abraço que tenta conquistar o inconquistável! Abraço tem que ser de corpo inteiro! Corpo e alma! E nunca, nunca mesmo sem afeto! então por favor pare de tentar me abraçar, só por que você me vê abraçando não quer dizer que você seja bem vindo em meus braços. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ps¹:Aos 10 anos jurava que nos 20 seria um bióloga formada, casada e com filhos! Bsurdomideus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ps²:Ontem estava no meu inferno astral (segundo meu irmão Cainhu), tentei ler um livro de alto-ajuda pra ver se me distraia ou evitava de matar alguém que estivesse próximo! mas só serviu para me dar gasturas!&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/3501762146305704103-3737829821491113522?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/3737829821491113522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=3737829821491113522&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/3737829821491113522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/3737829821491113522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/06/evitando-abracos-desnecessarios.html' title='Evitando abraços desnecessários!'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/Sjj90M5J8fI/AAAAAAAAAJs/YOd1jR5zWLM/s72-c/abraco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-5182767439489613001</id><published>2009-06-15T09:37:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T09:15:16.497-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'>Muito amor atrapalha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Meu como as pessoas podem nos decepcionar rapidamente, ahh eu queria não guardar rancor, queria mesmo! Por mais que eu ame, e eu sei que quando agente ama tem intimidade pra falar tudo o que vem na cabeça. Mas péra aê né! Vamos com cautela, depois que fala não tem como “desfalar” . Daí te ligam você vai toda feliz atender o telefone, a pessoa vomita quinhentas mil palavras mal educadas sem te dar nenhuma chance de responder, se sentiu usada? faça me o favor! A boba/imatura/etc.. da historia não foi sempre eu? Então a "boba" aqui fala “que tal se agente conversar mais tarde pessoalmente”. Afim de poder esclarecer o até então “mal entendido”, o que não acontece, por que quando a pessoa chega na sua casa te trata como se tudo estivesse normal, pensar que tudo fosse na maldade? É foda! fui idiota sim de fazer as coisas sem pensar nas consequências. E quer saber? Que se foda. Todo mundo adora falar da minha vida, e o pior que eu acho minha vida tãão de boa e sem graça! Se fosse “brother” mesmo perguntava antes, e não ia julgando! Quase estraga meu final de semana. Quase! Preciso de paz. Se for preciso te ignoro até a hora que você perceber a bosta que fez, ou me der a chance de falar. Correr a atrás não corro!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ps: Estou chateada!&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/3501762146305704103-5182767439489613001?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/5182767439489613001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=5182767439489613001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/5182767439489613001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/5182767439489613001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/06/muito-amor-atrapalha.html' title='Muito amor atrapalha!'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-4254759988871207885</id><published>2009-06-12T14:04:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T09:22:50.513-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julianices'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Quer saber como funciona? +/- assim, “Brincadeira, mas se você topar eu topo!”.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501762146305704103-4254759988871207885?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/4254759988871207885/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=4254759988871207885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/4254759988871207885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/4254759988871207885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/06/quer-saber-como-funciona-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-1127887073039575172</id><published>2009-06-05T12:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T12:37:41.651-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julianices'/><title type='text'>Alivio</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;E mesmo depois de tudo seus olhos ainda vibravam de emoção e brilhavam, brilho de lágrimas querendo descer, então ela respirou fundo, levantou a sobrancelha, olhou para cima e como mulher forte que é não as deixou deslizarem sobre seu rosto , disse adeus, virou-se de costas e caminhou devagar com um leve sorriso no rosto, afim de não transparecer o certo alivio que sentia, é sempre bom deixar eles pensando que realmente são importantes. Mesmo quando não são.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ps: Aaah (suspiros) :)&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/3501762146305704103-1127887073039575172?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/1127887073039575172/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=1127887073039575172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/1127887073039575172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/1127887073039575172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/06/alivio.html' title='Alivio'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-7432991922814706845</id><published>2009-06-02T17:52:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T18:03:43.691-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Daft Bodies - Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Lembra das duas meninas que dançaram &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lLYD_-A_X5E&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Daft Bodies - Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;.. Entãão dois garotos resolveram plagiar a ideia... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6EUupnF02vo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6EUupnF02vo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ps:Eu sinceramente achei a qualidade do deles muito melhor!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501762146305704103-7432991922814706845?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/7432991922814706845/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=7432991922814706845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/7432991922814706845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/7432991922814706845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/06/daft-bodies-harder-better-faster.html' title='Daft Bodies - Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-7423239020520081632</id><published>2009-06-01T10:45:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T09:15:50.302-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julianices'/><title type='text'>Final de semana surreal</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Prós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;01 – Arregaçar na apresentação do projeto interdisciplinar.&lt;br /&gt;02 – Sair da rotina.&lt;br /&gt;03 – Estar rodeada de pessoas que amo *.*&lt;br /&gt;04 – Sorriso estampado no rosto por aproximadamente 42h.&lt;br /&gt;05 – Brincar no Parquinho.&lt;br /&gt;06 – Mergulho no mar para purificar.&lt;br /&gt;07 – “312” garrafas de breja no quiosque da Jô.&lt;br /&gt;08 – Achar uma comanda na padoca mais cara do mundo, tomar um café da manha esplendido e sair fora sem pagar.&lt;br /&gt;09 – Beber tequila na areia da praia a noite.&lt;br /&gt;10 – Violão na praia a noite com amigos.&lt;br /&gt;11 – Perder noção de tempo e espaço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;01 – Shorts rasgado.&lt;br /&gt;02 – Roupa caindo na privada.&lt;br /&gt;03 – Zíper da saia quebrado.&lt;br /&gt;04 – Anel sem uma folha.&lt;br /&gt;05 – Arrumar encrenca com o zelador.&lt;br /&gt;06 – Cortar o dedo (não sei como até agora).&lt;br /&gt;07 – Ressaca que parece não ter fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Acho que foi +/- assim ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Estava mesmo precisando me desligar do mundo um pouco!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Pena ter que voltar a cruel realidade da vida de gente grande ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ps: fiz um Twitter &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ju_martinez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501762146305704103-7423239020520081632?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/7423239020520081632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=7423239020520081632&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/7423239020520081632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/7423239020520081632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/06/final-de-semana-surreal.html' title='Final de semana surreal'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-2149638536700320705</id><published>2009-05-29T17:25:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:34:28.315-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Você nunca vai ficar sozinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Eles estavam ouvindo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Never&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Walk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Alone&lt;/span&gt; no apartamento &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bagunçado&lt;/span&gt; de Pedro. Cristina não conhecia a canção. Pedro lhe contara que era uma espécie de hino do Liverpool. Pedro era fanático pelo Liverpool, embora jamais tivesse visto um único jogo do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; ao vivo. Foi ao ouvir na teve a torcida cantar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Never&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Walk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Alone&lt;/span&gt; que Pedro se converteu num torcedor distante um oceano do Liverpool, mas apaixonado. Nunca Pedro vira nada parecido com aquilo no futebol, um canto de amor e fidelidade sublime em seu estrondo vermelho, a cor do Liverpool. Foi instantaneamente capturado pela magia barulhenta da torcida que cantava. Não bastasse isso, Liverpool era a terra daqueles quatro garotos: John, Paul, George e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ringo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;“Não posso morrer sem ir a Liverpool e cantar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Never&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Walk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Alone&lt;/span&gt;”, disse Pedro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;“Tanto coisa pra fazer na vida e você vem me falar isso?”, disse Cristina. “Homem louco por futebol tem alguma coisa de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;. Não faz sentido ficar olhando tanto homem correr atrás de uma bola a não ser que o cara que olhe seja &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Pedro riu. Sua boca ficava ligeiramente torta quando ele ria. Num momento de amor, Cristina dissera que era lindo aquele sorriso torto. Num momento de ódio, dissera que era horrível. Era instável como todas as mulheres, amor e ódio pelas mesmas coisas em momentos alternados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;“Gosto de suas frases definitivas”, disse Pedro. “Não são meras palavras ao vento. São manifestos.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;“Pedro.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;“&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Humm&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;“Isso não existe. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Never&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Walk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Alone&lt;/span&gt;. Você nunca vai ficar sozinho. Ninguém diz isso de verdade pra pessoa que ama. O amor surge, floresce e termina. Prometer a alguém que ele jamais vai ser deixado é embuste.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;“Engraçado”, disse Pedro. “Quando te conheci passei a acreditar no amor eterno. Uma coisa que só floresce, floresce e ainda floresce. Era ateu no amor e passei a ser crente com você.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;“Pedro.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;“&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Humm&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;“Eu… Eu…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Cristina parecia engasgada com aquilo que queria dizer. Começou a chorar. Em sete meses de namoro Pedro jamais a vira chorar. Cristina parecia ter uma resistência extraordinária às lágrimas. Pedro não sabia se a abraçava e tentava confortá-la ou se a deixava em paz com suas lágrimas. Homem nenhum sabe o que fazer diante da mulher que chora. Na dúvida, Pedro permaneceu parado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;“Eu… me apaixonei por outro homem”, Cristina enfim disse. “Me perdoa, me perdoa.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Só nesse momento Pedro abraçou Cristina. Como se quem tivesse que receber consolo fosse ela e não ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;“Aconteceu, simplesmente aconteceu. O professor de ioga.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Cristina dissera a Pedro, algumas semanas antes que ia começar a fazer ioga. Comentara depois com entusiasmo suas aulas. Estava apaixonada não &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;exatamente&lt;/span&gt; pela ioga, mas pelo professor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;“Cristina”, disse Pedro. Ele parecia calmo como quem acaba de tomar Frontal. “Te perdoar do que? Eu só posso dizer obrigado. Você me deu momentos cuja lembrança vai me aquecer nas noites frias e escuras. Sempre.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ela pegou sua bolsa e correu em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;direção&lt;/span&gt; à porta. Ia embora para não voltar. Pedro ficou pensativo por alguns segundos. Depois pegou seu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; e pôs para tocar uma, duas, três, dezenas de vezes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Never&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Walk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Alone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto publicado &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;originalmente&lt;/span&gt; no &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://colunas.criativa.globo.com/ohomemsincero/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Homem Sincero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&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/3501762146305704103-2149638536700320705?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/2149638536700320705/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=2149638536700320705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/2149638536700320705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/2149638536700320705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/05/voce-nunca-vai-ficar-sozinho.html' title='Você nunca vai ficar sozinho'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-7952706921688520583</id><published>2009-05-28T16:26:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T09:16:15.569-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julianices'/><title type='text'>Dia de cão!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/Sh7mqvmEwBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/pm92kxDRLKw/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340959830113042450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/Sh7mqvmEwBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/pm92kxDRLKw/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Acordei! Atrasada, mais acordei, menti para um Juiz! (ainda bem que preposto não é preso por mentir), supervisora faltou (diz ela que é doença, pra mim é uma artista e mente como ninguém) e eu com 11 funcionários sendo demitidos mais 5 sendo admitidos, ainda bem que tem a Tauita para ajudar (te amo Tah), as 16:44hr que parei para respirar resolvi abrir o e-mail particular.. Tcharam oito e-mails sobre o projeto interdisciplinar, que vou apresentar no sábado...O dia acabou e fiz coisa pra caraleo, mas parece q não fiz nada, minha mesa uma zona, não sei como começar a organizar, estou com peso na consciência de escrever tudo isso, enquanto o mundo acaba ao meu redor, mas que se foda! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Minha vontade era de chegar em casa e beber toda garrafa de tequila que esta escondida no meu armário, dormir e só acordar amanha ao meio dia ou beber a tequila e me divertir loucamente com algum dos respectivos. Mas não! Tenho que ir a aula do bonitinho, chegar em casa, terminar o projeto interdisciplinar e acordar amanha as 7:30, só espero que amanha o dia seja agradável, e o fds também *.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ps: Se você souber de alguma coisa/show/festa/buteco/qualquer coisa mesmo, para fazer no sábado ou domingo me comunique ^^&lt;/em&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/3501762146305704103-7952706921688520583?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/7952706921688520583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=7952706921688520583&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/7952706921688520583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/7952706921688520583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/05/dia-de-cao.html' title='Dia de cão!'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/Sh7mqvmEwBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/pm92kxDRLKw/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-952417107847671296</id><published>2009-05-27T14:27:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:29:06.879-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só não compensa apagar a chama, negar os fatos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501762146305704103-952417107847671296?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/952417107847671296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=952417107847671296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/952417107847671296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/952417107847671296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-nao-compensa-apagar-chama-negar-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-4009571660450570735</id><published>2009-05-25T17:37:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T09:16:33.807-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aqueles que conquistam'/><title type='text'>Skank - O Som Da Sua Voz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Não me deixe na chuva não&lt;br /&gt;Não me tire do coração&lt;br /&gt;Não me diga que vai sem mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Já conheço esse teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Uma luz a se afastar&lt;br /&gt;A quilômetros daqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Não me deixe na noite não&lt;br /&gt;Na travessa da desolação&lt;br /&gt;Não me diga que quer assim&lt;br /&gt;Porque ali não há calor&lt;br /&gt;Não há luz nem há razão&lt;br /&gt;E não há o teu riso&lt;br /&gt;Tudo está tão certo, não está?&lt;br /&gt;Vem aqui mais perto, vem mostrar&lt;br /&gt;Vem dizer aonde vai seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Quando a noite estender seu manto sobre nós&lt;br /&gt;Meu abrigo então será o som da sua voz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahhh (suspiros) to vivendo um momento Skank, musiquinhas agradabilíssimas. Sabe quando enche o peito de felicidade? :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501762146305704103-4009571660450570735?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/4009571660450570735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=4009571660450570735&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/4009571660450570735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/4009571660450570735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/05/skank-o-som-da-sua-voz.html' title='Skank - O Som Da Sua Voz'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-5379779597694571435</id><published>2009-05-20T16:32:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T09:17:04.737-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julianices'/><title type='text'>Coisas para fazer/mudar/conhecer/aprender em 10 anos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ter tempo para ler mais.&lt;br /&gt;Tirar 30 dias de férias e ficar os 30 na praia, sozinha até morrer de tédio.&lt;br /&gt;Ir para Espanha, após uma semana, pegar o trem e conhecer outros lugares legais na Europa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Jantar com Paulinho moska.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Assistir a uma apresentação do Joaquim Cortez *.*&lt;br /&gt;Acampar em trindade, com as pessoas certas.&lt;br /&gt;Criar o habito de dormir as h22:00 de seg. a qui.&lt;br /&gt;Ser mais organizada.&lt;br /&gt;Ter mais coragem.&lt;br /&gt;Ver uma estrela cadente que me convença que realmente é um estrela cadente...&lt;br /&gt;Me estabelecer espiritualmente.&lt;br /&gt;Aprender a tocar um instrumento musical.&lt;br /&gt;Aprender malabares.&lt;br /&gt;Fugir com o circo por um fds.&lt;br /&gt;Beber menos.&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir mais. SIM muuito mais ^^&lt;br /&gt;Chorar menos.&lt;br /&gt;Me importar menos com as pessoas, ser mais egoísta.&lt;br /&gt;Ter mais privacidade.&lt;br /&gt;Ter menos responsabilidades.&lt;br /&gt;Ser menos boba.&lt;br /&gt;Ler mais.&lt;br /&gt;Me apaixonar mais.&lt;br /&gt;Aprender a falar inglês.&lt;br /&gt;Ser menos "avoada"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ser menos preguiçosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ser menos orgulhosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Já com 30 anos estar morando na praia (litoral norte), ser professora de historia, fazer dreads, conhecer um cara inteligente, sensível estilozo (que não seja gay), casar com ele descalça (msm com os pés feios) com vestido simples na praia em um dia ensolarado com um juiz!não quero padre, bispo, pastor e afins... ter filhos e viver feliz para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Será q consigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501762146305704103-5379779597694571435?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/5379779597694571435/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=5379779597694571435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/5379779597694571435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/5379779597694571435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/05/coisas-para-fazermudarconheceraprender.html' title='Coisas para fazer/mudar/conhecer/aprender em 10 anos...'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-6761939990080470360</id><published>2009-05-18T11:35:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T11:19:22.389-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aqueles que conquistam'/><title type='text'>O Fabuloso Destino de Amelie Poulain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/ShFyzZ-s84I/AAAAAAAAAJc/g3_QScCGhhQ/s1600-h/amelie-poulain04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337173260883522434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/ShFyzZ-s84I/AAAAAAAAAJc/g3_QScCGhhQ/s400/amelie-poulain04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ontem assisti pela segunda vez, da primeira me encantou bastante, desta confesso que me apaixonei, acho que estou mais sensível aos detalhes, sei la, só sei que foi bem incrível! estava precisando de algo que me alegrasse,me colocasse de pé :) Com certeza é mais um item para o "&lt;em&gt;quite" Básico de sobrevivência Martinez&lt;/em&gt;! rss. Tem vez que me acho um pouco Amelie, e de verdade não sei se isso é bom.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"São tempos difíceis para os sonhadores"&lt;/em&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/3501762146305704103-6761939990080470360?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/6761939990080470360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=6761939990080470360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/6761939990080470360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/6761939990080470360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-fabuloso-destino-de-amelie-poulain.html' title='O Fabuloso Destino de Amelie Poulain'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/ShFyzZ-s84I/AAAAAAAAAJc/g3_QScCGhhQ/s72-c/amelie-poulain04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-5793335776861582280</id><published>2009-05-15T10:59:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:15:56.769-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando tudo parece uma porcaria...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/Sg12AsTSs7I/AAAAAAAAAI0/v7PFsSGc2zs/s1600-h/tira-14-05-2009-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336050887768060850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/Sg12AsTSs7I/AAAAAAAAAI0/v7PFsSGc2zs/s400/tira-14-05-2009-web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;To me sentindo tão Joaninha, dês de ontem... O mundo ta uma grande porcaria, universo conspirando contra mim. E não é exagero... Quando parece que ta tudo bem, bom, legal... Começam a acontecer as "caquinhas" da vida :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Tem alguém legal ae (tipo o caramelo) afim de me sequestrar por no mínimo uma semana? Prometo que serei boazinha! *.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ps¹: Ta eu sei, ta virando rotina os &lt;a href="http://bichinhosdejardim.com/porcaria/"&gt;Bichinhos de Jardim &lt;/a&gt;aqui , mas não resisto... E outra, o blog é meu eu posto o que eu quiser né? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ps²: Sim! estou chata pakas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501762146305704103-5793335776861582280?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/5793335776861582280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=5793335776861582280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/5793335776861582280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/5793335776861582280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/05/quando-tudo-parece-uma-porcaria.html' title='Quando tudo parece uma porcaria...'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/Sg12AsTSs7I/AAAAAAAAAI0/v7PFsSGc2zs/s72-c/tira-14-05-2009-web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-4698304707935900755</id><published>2009-05-14T10:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T10:30:33.631-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Início Ao Fim</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cYzF5yLk9tQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cYzF5yLk9tQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&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/3501762146305704103-4698304707935900755?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/4698304707935900755/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=4698304707935900755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/4698304707935900755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/4698304707935900755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-inicio-ao-fim.html' title='Do Início Ao Fim'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-2001447348561715453</id><published>2009-05-13T12:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T09:17:36.745-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julianices'/><title type='text'>Fica perto de mim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SgriwpduGaI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ujHkBuNy7ZA/s1600-h/pai4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335326033965881762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SgriwpduGaI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ujHkBuNy7ZA/s200/pai4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Perdoa, e nunca pense que não te amo. Orgulho-me de tal forma! Não duvide você, é um dos grandes heróis da minha vida. Juro! já busquei respostas para todos esses desafetos que temos a tantos anos e não consigo encontrar, quando foi mesmo que agente se perdeu? Faz tanto tempo que nem me lembro, e isso dói, nunca foi minha intenção te machucar, por isso perdoa-me! Perdoa-me da vez que te fiz chorar, dói sempre que lembro da cena, das palavras. Perdoa-me pelos chiliques, pitis e mimos. Das vezes que não te beijei e abracei culpa da pressa, culpa dessa coisa que me afasta de você. Ajuda-me a entender. O que é isso que afastou agente? Ajuda e perdoa. Estou tentando melhorar, to tentando, mais me ajuda. Não larga da minha mão, não sai do meu lado. Esquece tudo que te disse, todas as caretas e caras viradas, esquece. Tudo que foi ruim, que traga tristeza. Tudo que lembre dos tempos ruins. Apaga da memória. Vem comigo, ajuda agente a sair dessa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501762146305704103-2001447348561715453?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/2001447348561715453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=2001447348561715453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/2001447348561715453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/2001447348561715453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/05/fica-perto-de-mim.html' title='Fica perto de mim.'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SgriwpduGaI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ujHkBuNy7ZA/s72-c/pai4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-5595391865604645843</id><published>2009-05-12T09:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T09:23:23.119-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Acordei com vontade de largar, trabalho, faculdade, amigos e família...&lt;br /&gt;Mas já já passa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501762146305704103-5595391865604645843?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/5595391865604645843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=5595391865604645843&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/5595391865604645843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/5595391865604645843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/05/acordei-com-vontade-de-largar-trabalho.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-5786417403896824397</id><published>2009-05-07T14:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T14:48:04.414-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aqueles que conquistam'/><title type='text'>Paulinho Moska</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SgMeezmKL0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/bglwjPJTpxw/s1600-h/Paulinho+Moska.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333139898331967298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SgMeezmKL0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/bglwjPJTpxw/s400/Paulinho+Moska.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ps: Casa, comida e roupa lavada *.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501762146305704103-5786417403896824397?l=soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/feeds/5786417403896824397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501762146305704103&amp;postID=5786417403896824397&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/5786417403896824397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501762146305704103/posts/default/5786417403896824397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soltaaprosapresa.blogspot.com/2009/05/paulinho-moska.html' title='Paulinho Moska'/><author><name>Juliana Martinez de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12611958339464705256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/TGQ_YxuKcaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K5nl3hAi6oc/S220/OgAAAHcTW1QwBPgIbc0Bgx_g2PGkXX6AfF4_VYJ5I1NT0fQjHyNdyfpjn0m56JXhySvcwlQWfGJpd5GL99plPbHhln8Am1T1ULX2VsDR73n7MAmv1O9xY2fl80AJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SgMeezmKL0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/bglwjPJTpxw/s72-c/Paulinho+Moska.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501762146305704103.post-3758757516269828654</id><published>2009-05-06T17:35:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:47:41.953-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bichinhos de Jardim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxWp9C57760/SgH0je4H7RI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lUXKBkGhgrI/s1600-h/tira-29-04-2009-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332812324204440850" style="DISPLAY: block; 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