<?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-8180263385470393021</id><updated>2011-10-26T13:42:33.202-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.Rabiscos da Lulu.</title><subtitle type='html'>Lorotas...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180263385470393021/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lulu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09590774116950803852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/SyhKF-BlIGI/AAAAAAAAAPc/L772CG4TyhQ/S220/HPIM8665.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180263385470393021.post-7336268145004480883</id><published>2009-12-18T18:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T18:48:11.539-04:00</updated><title type='text'>É assim mesmo.</title><content type='html'>" (...) O passado não machuca até o momento que você começa a pensar o quanto as coisas mudaram ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantas e tantas vezes que você permitiu que alguém te deixasse pra baixo, te machucasse até o momento que você não consegue mais suportar, não consegue mais lidar com a decepção ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando as coisas ou as pessoas mudam, isso não significa esquecer o passado ou tentar encobri-lo, mas simplesmente significa que temos que seguir em frente ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você muda por uma de duas razões: você aprende o suficiente para querer, ou você foi ferido o suficiente para fazê-lo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida se resume em confiar em nossos sentimentos e correr riscos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É difícil esquecer algo ou alguém ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixar pra trás, não significa desistir, significa aceitar que as coisas não eram para ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há um momento na vida que você simplesmente se cansa de perseguir, correr atrás das pessoas, tentando consertar tudo, mas isso não é desistir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você tem que fazer o que é certo para você, mesmo se isso dói ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas se prendem a sentimentos, fantasias, lembranças, sonhos, porque elas temem que nada melhor e espetacular vai acontecer com elas novamente. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes você tem que esquecer o que sente e lembrar o que você merece (...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...) Eu vim a descobrir que, no final, todo mundo acaba se tornando a pessoa que jurou que nunca seria (...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180263385470393021-7336268145004480883?l=rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com/feeds/7336268145004480883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180263385470393021&amp;postID=7336268145004480883' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180263385470393021/posts/default/7336268145004480883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180263385470393021/posts/default/7336268145004480883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-assim-mesmo.html' title='É assim mesmo.'/><author><name>Lulu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09590774116950803852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/SyhKF-BlIGI/AAAAAAAAAPc/L772CG4TyhQ/S220/HPIM8665.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180263385470393021.post-2569153449350104015</id><published>2009-12-15T22:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:42:58.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/SyhIXWdUBPI/AAAAAAAAAPU/aL9nzf6DDjQ/s1600-h/mal_me_quer____bem_me_quer____-_Manuela_Viola_-_Olhares_Com.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/SyhIXWdUBPI/AAAAAAAAAPU/aL9nzf6DDjQ/s320/mal_me_quer____bem_me_quer____-_Manuela_Viola_-_Olhares_Com.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;“Um dia peguei uma margarida e fiz o “bem-me-quer, mal-me-quer”… na primeira vez deu bem-me-quer, então me ama. Na segunda veio mal-me-quer, mas não fiquei preocupado … as margaridas também podem mentir!” Jim M. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/8180263385470393021-2569153449350104015?l=rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com/feeds/2569153449350104015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180263385470393021&amp;postID=2569153449350104015' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180263385470393021/posts/default/2569153449350104015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180263385470393021/posts/default/2569153449350104015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Lulu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09590774116950803852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/SyhKF-BlIGI/AAAAAAAAAPc/L772CG4TyhQ/S220/HPIM8665.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/SyhIXWdUBPI/AAAAAAAAAPU/aL9nzf6DDjQ/s72-c/mal_me_quer____bem_me_quer____-_Manuela_Viola_-_Olhares_Com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180263385470393021.post-683264627628210876</id><published>2009-12-12T18:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T18:17:58.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Será?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/SyQWYROxXzI/AAAAAAAAAPM/9WIJ-ojBY1Q/s1600-h/loboimagen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/SyQWYROxXzI/AAAAAAAAAPM/9WIJ-ojBY1Q/s320/loboimagen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém sabe o ponto certo de se doar e quanto vale a pena. É verdade, às vezes não vale. A gente se dá sem querer nada em troca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por quanto tempo conseguimos encher copos de água para o outro enquanto morremos de sede? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não será essa atitude uma maneira de simplesmente alimentar o egoísmo do outro? É cômodo apenas receber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(débora böttcher)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180263385470393021-683264627628210876?l=rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com/feeds/683264627628210876/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180263385470393021&amp;postID=683264627628210876' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180263385470393021/posts/default/683264627628210876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180263385470393021/posts/default/683264627628210876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com/2009/12/sera.html' title='Será?'/><author><name>Lulu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09590774116950803852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/SyhKF-BlIGI/AAAAAAAAAPc/L772CG4TyhQ/S220/HPIM8665.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/SyQWYROxXzI/AAAAAAAAAPM/9WIJ-ojBY1Q/s72-c/loboimagen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180263385470393021.post-2945238650631403224</id><published>2009-12-04T13:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T13:14:57.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Los Roques.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahh que a partir de hoje tô na contagem regressiva. &amp;nbsp;Dia 4 de janeiro eu zarpoo pra esse paraiso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/SxlDU6qik8I/AAAAAAAAAOk/FSJtt8o6qls/s1600-h/los_roques1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/SxlDU6qik8I/AAAAAAAAAOk/FSJtt8o6qls/s320/los_roques1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Los Roques - Venezuela.&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/8180263385470393021-2945238650631403224?l=rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com/feeds/2945238650631403224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180263385470393021&amp;postID=2945238650631403224' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180263385470393021/posts/default/2945238650631403224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180263385470393021/posts/default/2945238650631403224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com/2009/12/los-roques.html' title='Los Roques.'/><author><name>Lulu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09590774116950803852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/SyhKF-BlIGI/AAAAAAAAAPc/L772CG4TyhQ/S220/HPIM8665.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/SxlDU6qik8I/AAAAAAAAAOk/FSJtt8o6qls/s72-c/los_roques1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180263385470393021.post-1381653084600037723</id><published>2009-11-23T12:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T12:05:14.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Algumas bobagens ditas numa entrevista de emprego.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/SwqwrsDUmxI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Vx48VZuU8XU/s1600/emprego%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/SwqwrsDUmxI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Vx48VZuU8XU/s320/emprego%5B1%5D.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. O candidato desculpou-se abruptamente e saiu. Voltou alguns minutos depois usando uma peruca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pediu para ver o currículo do entrevistador para checar se ele era qualificado para julgá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Levou seu cão boxer à entrevista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. O entrevistador perguntou: "Onde você se vê dentro de cinco anos?" A resposta: "No seu lugar".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Para mostrar qualificação, o candidato disse que ao começar o trabalho provaria que a gerência toda da companhia era formada por incompetentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. No fim da entrevista, retirou uma câmera Polaroid do bolso e tirou uma foto do entrevistador. Disse que havia feito fotos de todos os que o entrevistaram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Disse que se conseguisse o emprego tatuaria o logotipo da empresa no braço para mostrar lealdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Sem dizer uma palavra, o candidato levantou-se no meio da entrevista e caiu fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Disse que não tinha almoçado e perguntou se poderia comer um hambúrguer que trazia na pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. O candidato não só mascava chiclete, como fazia bolas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Manteve o walkman nos ouvidos durante toda a entrevista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Interrompeu a conversa e ligou para o analista para pedir um conselho sobre como responder determinada questão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Disse que não estava interessado porque o salário era muito alto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Quando o entrevistador atendeu ao telefone, o candidato sacou uma Penthouse da pasta e ficou olhando as fotos; parou um longo tempo no pôster central.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Durante a entrevista um alarme de pulso soou, o candidato se desculpou e disse que tinha de sair para uma outra entrevista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. O candidato disse que não sairia da cadeira até ser contratado. Foi preciso chamar a segurança. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Quando perguntado se tinha passatempos, levantou e começou a dançar tango com uma parceira imaginária.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Tirou um videogame portátil da pasta e desafiou o entrevistador para um pinball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Começou a pular no tapete e disse que o entrevistador deveria ser muito importante para ter um tapete tão grosso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Perguntou quem era a garota encantadora no porta-retratos. Quando o entrevistador disse que era sua mulher o candidato perguntou se ela estava em casa e qual era o telefone. Foi retirado pela polícia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. O telefone do candidato tocou no meio da entrevista. Era sua mulher. Ele pergunta: "que companhia? quando eu começo? qual o salário?" O entrevistador disse que supunha que a entrevista não lhe interessava mais. O candidato respondeu: "lógico que interessa, vou para a empresa que pagar mais". Era um truque para elevar a oferta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. O candidato perguntou se o fato de o entrevistador não estar de terno tornava a oferta de emprego menos formal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Desafiou o entrevistador para uma queda de braço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. O candidato disse que na verdade não queria trabalhar, mas que o seguro desemprego pediu uma prova de que ele estava procurando um trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Perguntou se podia consumir cocaína antes de começar a entrevista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. O pretendente à vaga chegou usando apenas um sapato. Disse que o outro fora roubado no ônibus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. A bolsa da candidata abriu durante a entrevista e de dentro saltou uma calcinha, além de dois potes de maquiagem e um vidro de perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Chegou na entrevista de mobilete e estacionou na recepção. Disse que não queria ser roubado e por isso precisava de um lugar coberto para deixar a mobilete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Retirou o sapato e a meia do pé direito e colocou talco nos dedos. Disse que precisava fazer aquilo quatro vezes ao dia e que estava na hora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Assoviou o tempo todo enquanto o entrevistador falava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É cada doido!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180263385470393021-1381653084600037723?l=rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com/feeds/1381653084600037723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180263385470393021&amp;postID=1381653084600037723' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180263385470393021/posts/default/1381653084600037723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180263385470393021/posts/default/1381653084600037723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com/2009/11/algumas-bobagens-ditas-numa-entrevista.html' title='Algumas bobagens ditas numa entrevista de emprego.'/><author><name>Lulu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09590774116950803852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/SyhKF-BlIGI/AAAAAAAAAPc/L772CG4TyhQ/S220/HPIM8665.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/SwqwrsDUmxI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Vx48VZuU8XU/s72-c/emprego%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180263385470393021.post-7928066324705766200</id><published>2009-11-22T21:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T21:44:30.247-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TPM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tensão Pré Menstrual&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensação que o mundo vai acabar antes da menstruação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isto que a maioria das mulheres que tem TPM sente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também chamada de desordem disfórica pré-menstrual, ou carinhosamente TPM, atinge aproximadamente 75% das mulheres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entanto apenas 8% das mulheres tem sintomas muito intensos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INFELIZMENTE eu fico nesses 8%!! É incrivel como mudo totalmente na TPM, agressiva, mau humorada e pior odiando todo mundo!! É a treva total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sintomas da TPM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depressão, sentimento de desesperança, pensamentos auto-depreciativos; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ansiedade, tensão, nervosismo, excitação; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fraqueza afetiva, tristeza repentina, choro fácil, sentimento de rejeição; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raiva ou irritabilidade persistente, aumento dos conflitos interpessoais; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diminuição do interesse pelas atividades habituais; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sensação de dificuldade de concentração; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cansaço, fadiga fácil, falta de energia; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acentuada alteração do apetite; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;distúrbios do sono; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sensação de estar fora do próprio controle; (Esse é o pior pra mim, perde o controle dos atos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inchaço e/ou sensibilidade mamária aumentada; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dor de cabeça; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dores musculares; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ganho de peso ou sensação de inchaço; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa fase é uma disgracera absurda em nossas vidas, mulheres lindas! ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Então amigos, amigas, namorado, familia e chegados... na TPM mantenha distância!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/Swno2XPA-SI/AAAAAAAAAOU/hs1qt3fSRB8/s1600/tpm%5B1%5D.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/Swno2XPA-SI/AAAAAAAAAOU/hs1qt3fSRB8/s320/tpm%5B1%5D.png" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8180263385470393021-7928066324705766200?l=rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com/feeds/7928066324705766200/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180263385470393021&amp;postID=7928066324705766200' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180263385470393021/posts/default/7928066324705766200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180263385470393021/posts/default/7928066324705766200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com/2009/11/tpm.html' title='TPM.'/><author><name>Lulu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09590774116950803852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/SyhKF-BlIGI/AAAAAAAAAPc/L772CG4TyhQ/S220/HPIM8665.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/Swno2XPA-SI/AAAAAAAAAOU/hs1qt3fSRB8/s72-c/tpm%5B1%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180263385470393021.post-6428081516435235815</id><published>2009-11-22T21:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T21:14:01.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/SwnhZ0vistI/AAAAAAAAAOM/gxlyQl2ccpw/s1600/imagem_msga315%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/SwnhZ0vistI/AAAAAAAAAOM/gxlyQl2ccpw/s320/imagem_msga315%5B1%5D.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;'Sempre há alguma coisa que falta. Guarde isso sem dor, embora, em segredo, doa.'&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/8180263385470393021-6428081516435235815?l=rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com/feeds/6428081516435235815/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180263385470393021&amp;postID=6428081516435235815' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180263385470393021/posts/default/6428081516435235815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180263385470393021/posts/default/6428081516435235815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_22.html' 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imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/SwHdmDgYneI/AAAAAAAAANs/s-ebPCrGwMk/s320/184602%5B1%5D.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feroz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180263385470393021-1955969967967846796?l=rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com/feeds/1955969967967846796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180263385470393021&amp;postID=1955969967967846796' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180263385470393021/posts/default/1955969967967846796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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aê...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tava fuçando blogs alheios e vi esse texto... roubei! rsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Muito bacana... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nem sempre as pessoas dizem o que pensam.&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre as pessoas dizem o que querem dizer.&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre as pessoas usam as palavras certas.&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre as palavras correspondem à verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre as pessoas ouvem o que o outro disse.&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre as pessoas entendem o que foi dito.&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre as pessoas sabem o que o outro quis dizer.&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre as palavras são aquilo que se queria que fosse.&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre há palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Haverá sempre pessoas sem saber o que dizer.&lt;br /&gt;Haverá sempre pessoas que não entendem o que foi dito...&lt;br /&gt;Texto: Carla Cristina de Carvalho&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/8180263385470393021-1834692725991129889?l=rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com/feeds/1834692725991129889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180263385470393021&amp;postID=1834692725991129889' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180263385470393021/posts/default/1834692725991129889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/SlVq9k1CEzI/AAAAAAAAANg/owfXnbSrhkY/s200/HPIM7535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"O correr da vida embrulha tudo, a vida é assim esquenta e esfria, aperta e daí afrouxa, sossega e depois desinqueta.O que ela quer da gente é coragem.O que Deus quer é ver a gente aprendendo a ser capaz de ficar alegre a mais, no meio da alegria, e inda mais alegre no meio da tristeza."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Guimarães Rosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180263385470393021-3617533565566779924?l=rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu tenho idéias e razões,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Conheço a cor dos argumentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E nunca chego aos corações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&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/8180263385470393021-4056886888092189460?l=rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com/feeds/4056886888092189460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180263385470393021&amp;postID=4056886888092189460' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180263385470393021/posts/default/4056886888092189460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180263385470393021/posts/default/4056886888092189460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com/2008/02/de-volta.html' title='De volta...'/><author><name>Lulu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09590774116950803852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/SyhKF-BlIGI/AAAAAAAAAPc/L772CG4TyhQ/S220/HPIM8665.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/R8bHETtp0SI/AAAAAAAAAIA/oxJegLrzs0g/s72-c/MYDC0949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180263385470393021.post-4091907301167419206</id><published>2008-01-30T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:22:35.275-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pergunta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/R6EjvujvAAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QZWvfZJiP74/s1600-h/img139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161445950802034690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/R6EjvujvAAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QZWvfZJiP74/s200/img139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Pergunta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Pergunta-me como se ama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Como se conserva a chama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Deste fogo que me invade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;O ser de saudade…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Não me perguntes, sobre a dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Somente sobre o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sem pudor e que alimenta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Invade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Aumenta…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Pergunta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Pergunta-me porque te anseio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Porque te sinto no seio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;De tanta gente…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Porque a mente não descansa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;O desejo não amansa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;E a imensidão não alcança…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;É evidente!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;A resposta está em nós;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;A vontade de não estarmos sós…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Pergunta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Pergunta-me olhando assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Teus olhos repousando em mim;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Provocando uma candura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Uma calma revigorante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Onde me sinto amante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Alma simples, pura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Renovada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Adorada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Pergunta-me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Pergunta-me que eu respondo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Com amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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title='Pergunta!'/><author><name>Lulu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09590774116950803852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/SyhKF-BlIGI/AAAAAAAAAPc/L772CG4TyhQ/S220/HPIM8665.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/R6EjvujvAAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QZWvfZJiP74/s72-c/img139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180263385470393021.post-6476975324083334837</id><published>2008-01-24T18:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:22:35.734-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soneto 166</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/R5kTeCIK-SI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GKfzfpqTeUk/s1600-h/anjo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159176254817761570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/R5kTeCIK-SI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GKfzfpqTeUk/s400/anjo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De almas sinceras a união sincera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nada há que impeça: amor não é amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se quando encontra obstáculos se altera,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou se vacila ao mínimo temor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor é um marco eterno, dominante,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que encara a tempestade com bravura;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É astro que norteia a vela errante,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cujo valor se ignora, lá na altura.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor não teme o tempo, muito embora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seu alfange não poupe a mocidade;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor não se transforma de hora em hora,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antes se afirma para a eternidade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se isso é falso, e que é falso alguém provou,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não sou poeta, e ninguém nunca amou"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180263385470393021-6476975324083334837?l=rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/SyhKF-BlIGI/AAAAAAAAAPc/L772CG4TyhQ/S220/HPIM8665.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/R5kTeCIK-SI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GKfzfpqTeUk/s72-c/anjo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180263385470393021.post-8170943985924086166</id><published>2007-12-04T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:22:36.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Melhor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/R1YcsR3XDJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/h42vwW6KYdM/s1600-h/ju+e+lu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140327571725421714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/R1YcsR3XDJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/h42vwW6KYdM/s320/ju+e+lu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180263385470393021-8170943985924086166?l=rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com/feeds/8170943985924086166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180263385470393021&amp;postID=8170943985924086166' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180263385470393021/posts/default/8170943985924086166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180263385470393021/posts/default/8170943985924086166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com/2007/12/melhor.html' title='Melhor.'/><author><name>Lulu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09590774116950803852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/SyhKF-BlIGI/AAAAAAAAAPc/L772CG4TyhQ/S220/HPIM8665.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/R1YcsR3XDJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/h42vwW6KYdM/s72-c/ju+e+lu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180263385470393021.post-6574465685108402506</id><published>2007-10-24T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:22:36.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/Rx9740B3MzI/AAAAAAAAAF8/3bNi2CZNIyA/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124951116940260146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/Rx9740B3MzI/AAAAAAAAAF8/3bNi2CZNIyA/s400/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180263385470393021-6574465685108402506?l=rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com/feeds/6574465685108402506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180263385470393021&amp;postID=6574465685108402506' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180263385470393021/posts/default/6574465685108402506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180263385470393021/posts/default/6574465685108402506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Lulu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09590774116950803852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/SyhKF-BlIGI/AAAAAAAAAPc/L772CG4TyhQ/S220/HPIM8665.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/Rx9740B3MzI/AAAAAAAAAF8/3bNi2CZNIyA/s72-c/untitled2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180263385470393021.post-900636172133441752</id><published>2007-09-18T13:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T17:41:35.901-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Plim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/RvAQxlFHx5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/aHZafJ8E3xY/s1600-h/FG.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que a vida não gosta de esperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A vida é pra valer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A vida é pra levar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;vinicius de moraes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180263385470393021-900636172133441752?l=rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com/feeds/900636172133441752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180263385470393021&amp;postID=900636172133441752' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180263385470393021/posts/default/900636172133441752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180263385470393021/posts/default/900636172133441752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com/2007/09/plim.html' title='Plim.'/><author><name>Lulu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09590774116950803852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/SyhKF-BlIGI/AAAAAAAAAPc/L772CG4TyhQ/S220/HPIM8665.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180263385470393021.post-3309499888980695708</id><published>2007-09-02T14:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T17:27:14.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DESPERDICIO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/RtsHKaH190I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ZrZ7WarPWss/s1600-h/img239.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cada dia que passa me convenço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que o desperdício da vida está&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;No amor que não damos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nas forças que não usamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Na prudência egoísta que nada arrisca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E que, esquivando-nos do sofrimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Perdemos também a felicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Drummond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;É por isso que me entrego em tudo que faço... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;pois para cada desilusão, à um convite para um novo sonho, a uma nova visão da vida!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;bjosss da lulu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180263385470393021-3309499888980695708?l=rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com/feeds/3309499888980695708/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180263385470393021&amp;postID=3309499888980695708' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180263385470393021/posts/default/3309499888980695708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180263385470393021/posts/default/3309499888980695708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com/2007/09/desperdicio.html' title='DESPERDICIO.'/><author><name>Lulu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09590774116950803852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/SyhKF-BlIGI/AAAAAAAAAPc/L772CG4TyhQ/S220/HPIM8665.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180263385470393021.post-3748727922300450335</id><published>2007-08-08T13:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:22:37.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/Rrn4XVNceBI/AAAAAAAAADU/KJyyuYV49RY/s1600-h/s_peixes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096377533060642834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/Rrn4XVNceBI/AAAAAAAAADU/KJyyuYV49RY/s200/s_peixes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Mulher de Peixes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A mulher de Peixes lembra uma ondina, sedutora, misteriosa, ela é capaz de mostrar mil facetas de sua personalidade, cheia de charme e gentileza. As vezes se mostra indefesa, à superfície das ondas e ao mínimo susto ela mergulha nas profundezas do mar para se proteger. Ela nos lembra a típica donzela do conto de fada, meiga e desprotegida, aguardando que um príncipe a venha socorrer e libertar. Ela precisa de romantismo, ternura, poesia, música, no seu dia a dia, e se o seu par não lhe proporcionar isto, ela irá buscar todo este sonho nos braços de outro amante. Quando jovem ela irá vivenciar terríveis dramas amorosos de onde ela sairá fortalecida e sábia. Sim, sábia, pois é esta sabedoria interior que aparece mais tarde, sabedoria que lhe dará um brilho todo particular nos olhos, cheios de compaixão e compreensão. A pisciana é uma bruxa nata, e ela poderá até brincar com o seu lado ‘ruim’, especialmente se ela for tratada mal. Mas nunca será vingativa. Ela simplesmente fugirá nas profundezas do mar azul....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peixes e o amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então, como amam os piscianos? Sempre e seguramente de forma romântica. Eles precisam viver como num filme, personagens românticos, sofredores e sacrificados, onde os braços do ser amados serão por fim o porto seguro! Encontramos esta características tanto nos homens quanto nas mulheres, portanto seus parceiros precisam estar sempre atentos para não deixar que a rotina da vida diária quebre este encanto de que eles tanto precisam. Apesar de toda a dedicação e do espírito de sacrifício, se eles não conseguirem esta vida ‘de sonho’ terão tendência à infidelidade, ao escapismo, ou se tornarão vítimas de sua própria inércia e falta de ação. Deste modo se tornarão ‘sofredores’ somente para fazer com que os outros se sintam culpados. Eles adoram bancar as vítimas! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ihhh ai num sei não... acho que não me enquadro muito bem dentro desse signo!! hahaha sempre digo isso... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180263385470393021-3748727922300450335?l=rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com/feeds/3748727922300450335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180263385470393021&amp;postID=3748727922300450335' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180263385470393021/posts/default/3748727922300450335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180263385470393021/posts/default/3748727922300450335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabiscosdalu.blogspot.com/2007/08/mulher-de-peixes-mulher-de-peixes.html' title=''/><author><name>Lulu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09590774116950803852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/SyhKF-BlIGI/AAAAAAAAAPc/L772CG4TyhQ/S220/HPIM8665.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/Rrn4XVNceBI/AAAAAAAAADU/KJyyuYV49RY/s72-c/s_peixes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180263385470393021.post-7159980019754826459</id><published>2007-08-08T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:22:37.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SIGNIFICADOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/RrnWPVNcd6I/AAAAAAAAACc/yeEdLZL797U/s1600-h/dar_amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096340012226344866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-NyA4IVbxEA/RrnWPVNcd6I/AAAAAAAAACc/yeEdLZL797U/s200/dar_amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aeeee minha segunda postagem... achei massa esse texto ai.. peguei emprestado de um ooutro blog que vi.. rsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIGNIFICADOS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Muito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é quando os dedos da mão não são suficientes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pouco&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é menos da metade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ainda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é quando a vontade está no meio do caminho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lágrima&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é um sumo que sai dos olhos, quando se espreme o coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amizade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é quando você não faz questão de você e se empresta para os outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vergonha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é um pano preto que você quer para se cobrir naquela hora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é uma ilha com saudade de barco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abandono&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é quando o barco parte e você fica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é quando o momento tenta fugir da lembrança para acontecer de novo e não consegue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lembrança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é quando, mesmo sem autorização, seu pensamento reapresenta um capítulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ausência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é uma falta que fica ali presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tristeza&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é uma mão gigante que aperta seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Interesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é um ponto de exclamação ou de interrogação no final do sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é a língua que o coração usa quando precisa mandar algum recado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é um tango que ainda não foi feito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é uma boca com sede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é quando apesar da palavra “perigo” o desejo vai e entra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Excitação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é quando os beijos estão desatinados pra sair da sua boca depressa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Angústia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é um nó muito apertado bem no meio do sossego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ansiedade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é quando sempre faltam cinco minutos para o que quer que seja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Preocupação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é uma cola que não deixa o que ainda não aconteceu, sair de seu pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indecisão&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é quando você sabe muito bem o que quer, mas acha que devia querer outra coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Agonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é quando o maestro de você se perde completamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sucesso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é quando você faz o que sempre fez, só que todo mundo percebe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorte&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é quando a competência encontra com a oportunidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ousadia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é quando a coragem diz para o coração: “Vá!” e ele vai mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lealdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é uma qualidade dos cachorros, que nem todo ser humano consegue ter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Decepção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é quando você risca em algo ou em alguém um xis preto ou vermelho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é quando o cuidado aproveita que a emoção está dormindo e assume o mandato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Prudência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é um buraco de fechadura na porta do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lucidez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é um acesso de loucura ao contrário&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pressentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é quando passa em você um trailer de um filme que pode ser que nem exista.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Intuição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é quando seu coração dá um pulinho no futuro e volta rápido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vontade&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é um desejo que cisma que você é a casa dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Culpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é quando você cisma que podia ter feito diferente, mas, geralmente, não podia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Raiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é quando o cachorro que mora em você mostra os dentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perdão&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é quando o Natal acontece em Maio, por exemplo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Renúncia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é um não que não queria ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vaidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; é ter um espelho onisciente, onipotente e onipresente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;são anjos que nos levantam quando nossas asas estão machucadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é um agora que não tem pressa nenhuma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorriso&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é a manifestação dos lábios quando os olhos encontram o que o coração procura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Desculpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é uma palavra que pretende ser um beijo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é um procedimento inteligentemente desenvolvido para a interrupção mútua da fala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;quando as palavras tornam-se desnecessárias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é quando a paixão não tem outro compromisso marcado. Não.Amor é um exagero... também não. É um cuidar de... Uma batelada de carinho? 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