<?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-17807783</id><updated>2012-03-01T09:26:27.654+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas de Mamá...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>251</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-1502618080248842173</id><published>2011-12-07T10:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T10:38:35.394+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NzcS5w8T5es/Tt80DZhOWeI/AAAAAAAAA90/wpuiq9m7klc/s1600/376995_235169493216382_222579117808753_534762_626244629_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UTYzfnswbkM/Tt386jCrepI/AAAAAAAAA9o/hw-bL2pOSKw/s400/393466_223958071004191_222579117808753_510118_2139412887_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682976387580525202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying harder every day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-82272777729582737?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/82272777729582737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=82272777729582737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/82272777729582737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/82272777729582737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2011/12/ego-ultimate-self-sabotager.html' title='Ego – the Ultimate Self-sabotager'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UTYzfnswbkM/Tt386jCrepI/AAAAAAAAA9o/hw-bL2pOSKw/s72-c/393466_223958071004191_222579117808753_510118_2139412887_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-8133574933004263791</id><published>2011-11-29T12:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T12:51:50.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0mlAzwmWjMs/TtTG5cBWjTI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/aPptsbPEaYU/s1600/340055_289611411073444_161984010502852_909830_2140764868_o.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/-0mlAzwmWjMs/TtTG5cBWjTI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/aPptsbPEaYU/s400/340055_289611411073444_161984010502852_909830_2140764868_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680383720097746226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to my heart above all the other voices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-8133574933004263791?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/8133574933004263791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=8133574933004263791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/8133574933004263791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/8133574933004263791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2011/11/listening-to-my-heart-above-all-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0mlAzwmWjMs/TtTG5cBWjTI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/aPptsbPEaYU/s72-c/340055_289611411073444_161984010502852_909830_2140764868_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-7797114951430455854</id><published>2011-11-28T09:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T09:35:36.817+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-whGNQ-nmpn8/TtNH0v9brAI/AAAAAAAAA9M/_8_GwspwrX0/s1600/310433_219845448083486_119653011436064_498789_683432408_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wZKhe5ifvNU/Ts-nK2kTO6I/AAAAAAAAA9A/Vntn5qj6nz0/s400/78ed8c6bee6e2199f42afb7ec8f54a4d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678941460025785250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Did  you know the people that are usually the strongest are usually the most  sensitive ? Did you know the people who exhibit the most kindness are  the first to get mistreated ? Did you know the one who takes care of  others all the time are usually the ones who need it the most ? Did you  know the 3 hardest things to say are I love you, I'm sorry , and Help me  ? Sometimes just because a person looks happy, you have to look past  their genuine smile and see how much pain they may be in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-4168701655887475237?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/4168701655887475237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=4168701655887475237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/4168701655887475237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/4168701655887475237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2011/11/did-you-know-people-that-are-usually.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wZKhe5ifvNU/Ts-nK2kTO6I/AAAAAAAAA9A/Vntn5qj6nz0/s72-c/78ed8c6bee6e2199f42afb7ec8f54a4d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-4302700195470981535</id><published>2011-11-25T10:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T10:58:48.049+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Better heart i guess...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j3AKwO8niSI/Ts9mfZmaruI/AAAAAAAAA80/heiaduWu4nQ/s1600/21759525_4A8bDuI5_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iDRKdkE8WZU/TrkDXkNcTbI/AAAAAAAAA8I/nJfZiR1gy0w/s400/290230_268667916504543_258804497490885_658875_316906734_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672568909041782194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Erasmuspark- Amsterdam/ Nov 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sente-se a moçada descontente onde quer que se vá&lt;br /&gt;Sente-se que a coisa já não pode ficar como está &lt;br /&gt;Sente-se a decisão dessa gente em se manifestar &lt;br /&gt;Sente-se o que a massa sente, a massa quer gritar: &lt;br /&gt;"A gente quer mu-dança &lt;br /&gt;O dia da mu-dança&lt;br /&gt;A hora da mu-dança&lt;br /&gt;O gesto da mu-dança" &lt;br /&gt;Sente-se tranqüilamente e ponha-se a raciocinar &lt;br /&gt;Sente-se na arquibancada ou sente-se à mesa de um bar&lt;br /&gt;Sente-se onde haja gente, logo você vai notar &lt;br /&gt;Sente-se algo diferente: a massa quer se levantar &lt;br /&gt;Pra ver mu-dança &lt;br /&gt;O time da mu-dança &lt;br /&gt;O jogo da mu-dança &lt;br /&gt;O lance da mu-dança &lt;br /&gt;Sente-se - e não é somente aqui, mas em qualquer lugar: &lt;br /&gt;Terras, povos diferentes - outros sonhos pra sonhar &lt;br /&gt;Mesmo e até principalmente onde menos queixas há &lt;br /&gt;Mesmo lá, no inconsciente, alguma coisa está &lt;br /&gt;Clamando por mu-dança  O tempo da mu-dança &lt;br /&gt;O sinal da mu-dança &lt;br /&gt;O ponto da mu-dança &lt;br /&gt;Sente-se, o que chamou-se&lt;br /&gt;Ocidente tende a arrebentar &lt;br /&gt;Todas as correntes do presente para enveredar &lt;br /&gt;Já pelas veredas do futuro ciclo do ar &lt;br /&gt;Sente-se! Levante-se!&lt;br /&gt;Prepare-se para celebrar &lt;br /&gt;O deus Mu dança! &lt;br /&gt;O eterno deus Mu dança! &lt;br /&gt;Talvez em paz Mu dança! &lt;br /&gt;Talvez com sua lança &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(Celso Fonseca/Gilberto Gil)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/17807783-8079160377845811407?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/8079160377845811407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=8079160377845811407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/8079160377845811407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/8079160377845811407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2011/11/sente-se-e-nao-e-somente-aqui-mas-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iDRKdkE8WZU/TrkDXkNcTbI/AAAAAAAAA8I/nJfZiR1gy0w/s72-c/290230_268667916504543_258804497490885_658875_316906734_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-5769090361529246026</id><published>2011-11-03T13:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:50:21.965+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CkgPvXMW-6A/TrKN6lDEvJI/AAAAAAAAA74/IlJ_Y1SNz88/s1600/330798_10150510131597586_778207585_11449288_319219012_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4DwzX5Xqoqo/TqUaHcWxY3I/AAAAAAAAA6s/V5iz2C5vtjM/s400/310451_216324895101710_152196238181243_581598_1255496215_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666964421288747890" 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/17807783-4469208736297302348?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/4469208736297302348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=4469208736297302348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/4469208736297302348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/4469208736297302348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4DwzX5Xqoqo/TqUaHcWxY3I/AAAAAAAAA6s/V5iz2C5vtjM/s72-c/310451_216324895101710_152196238181243_581598_1255496215_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-1986829491060231665</id><published>2011-10-21T09:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T09:09:26.657+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ana Cañas - Luz Antiga  (Composição de Nando Reis)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ukHfw_fZrz4?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; Como sempre tao precisamente certo pra mim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-1986829491060231665?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1986829491060231665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=1986829491060231665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/1986829491060231665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/1986829491060231665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2011/10/ana-canas-luz-antiga-composicao-de.html' title='Ana Cañas - Luz Antiga  (Composição de Nando Reis)'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ukHfw_fZrz4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-5005909900956751205</id><published>2011-10-20T12:21:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T12:23:28.270+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What I Will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will not&lt;br /&gt;dance to your war&lt;br /&gt;drum. I will&lt;br /&gt;not lend my soul nor&lt;br /&gt;my bones to your war&lt;br /&gt;drum. I will&lt;br /&gt;not dance to your&lt;br /&gt;beating. I know that beat.&lt;br /&gt;It is lifeless. I know&lt;br /&gt;intimately that skin&lt;br /&gt;you are hitting. It&lt;br /&gt;was alive once&lt;br /&gt;hunted stolen&lt;br /&gt;stretched. I will&lt;br /&gt;not dance to your drummed&lt;br /&gt;up war. I will not pop&lt;br /&gt;spin beak for you. I&lt;br /&gt;will not hate for you or&lt;br /&gt;even hate you. I will&lt;br /&gt;not kill for you. Especially&lt;br /&gt;I will not die&lt;br /&gt;for you. I will not mourn&lt;br /&gt;the dead with murder nor&lt;br /&gt;suicide. I will not side&lt;br /&gt;with you nor dance to bombs&lt;br /&gt;because everyone else is&lt;br /&gt;dancing. Everyone can be&lt;br /&gt;wrong. Life is a right not&lt;br /&gt;collateral or casual. I&lt;br /&gt;will not forget where&lt;br /&gt;I come from. I&lt;br /&gt;will craft my own drum. Gather my beloved&lt;br /&gt;near and our chanting&lt;br /&gt;will be dancing. Our&lt;br /&gt;humming will be drumming. I&lt;br /&gt;will not be played. I&lt;br /&gt;will not lend my name&lt;br /&gt;nor my rhythm to your&lt;br /&gt;beat. I will dance&lt;br /&gt;and resist and dance and&lt;br /&gt;persist and dance. This heartbeat is louder than&lt;br /&gt;death. Your war drum ain’t&lt;br /&gt;louder than this breath.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h1 class="title"&gt;Suheir Hammad&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-5005909900956751205?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/5005909900956751205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=5005909900956751205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/5005909900956751205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/5005909900956751205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-i-will-i-will-not-dance-to-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-130072455906993890</id><published>2011-10-19T16:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T16:56:48.136+02:00</updated><title type='text'>White Balloons (Unplugged from Polar Opposite)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Y5vza99ursE?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; Como e bom quando uma musica fala por nos! Acho que ja ouvi umas 100 x hj! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-130072455906993890?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/130072455906993890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=130072455906993890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/130072455906993890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/130072455906993890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2011/10/white-balloons-unplugged-from-polar.html' title='White Balloons (Unplugged from Polar 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0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_TvEHOHFzjQ/Tp6YH7sWi1I/AAAAAAAAA6c/lvrk8ELLFm4/s400/realiteit-angst-nsmbl1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665132643328887634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear!&lt;br /&gt;That's the only thing i am afraid of!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-1715011694182185?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1715011694182185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=1715011694182185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/1715011694182185'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-3366615743907676553</id><published>2011-10-17T12:04:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T12:04:44.925+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courage is the strength to stand up.&lt;br /&gt;When it’s easier to fall down and lose hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; It is the conviction to explore new horizons.&lt;br /&gt;When it’s easier to believe what we’ve been told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courage is the desire to maintain our integrity.&lt;br /&gt;When it is easier to look the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is feeling happy and alive, and moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;When it’s easier to feel sorry for ourselves and stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courage is the will to shape our world.&lt;br /&gt;When it’s easier to let someone else do it for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the recognition that none of us are perfect.&lt;br /&gt;When it’s easier to criticize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courage is the power to step forward and lead.&lt;br /&gt;When it’s easier to follow the crowd; their pleas resound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the spirit that places you on top of the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;When it’s easier to never leave the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The foundation of courage is solid.&lt;br /&gt;The rock that doesn’t roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courage is the freedom.&lt;br /&gt;Of our mind, body, and soul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~ Author Unknown ~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-3366615743907676553?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/3366615743907676553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=3366615743907676553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/3366615743907676553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/3366615743907676553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7-4pcCgKYtM/To7po9JRXdI/AAAAAAAAA6U/2QOz6OmraXQ/s400/15-stunning-examples-of-underwater-photography.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660718671468781010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIM SIM SIM&lt;br /&gt;MAIS TEMPO&lt;br /&gt;PRA MIM!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-931385734270952119?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/931385734270952119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=931385734270952119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/931385734270952119'/><link rel='self' 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gente promete nunca mais telefonar para quem nos faz sofrer, mas  acaba telefonando, e ele atende, e implica, e a gente some, e ele chama,  e a gente volta, e briga, e ama, e sofre, e ama, e ama, e ama, e  desama, e termina, e quando parece que cansamos, que não há mais espaço  para um novo amor, outro aparece, outro parto, começa tudo de novo,  aquele ata-e-desata, o coração da gente sendo puxado para fora."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-629769565817569478?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/629769565817569478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=629769565817569478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-6199208525093288878</id><published>2011-08-12T11:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T11:59:29.922+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jose Gonzalez - Heartbeats</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/s4_4abCWw-w?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night to be confused&lt;br /&gt;One night to speed up truth&lt;br /&gt;We had a promise made&lt;br /&gt;Four hands and then away&lt;br /&gt;Both under influence&lt;br /&gt;We had divine sense&lt;br /&gt;To know what to say&lt;br /&gt;Mind is a razorblade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To call for hands of above to lean on&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't be good enough for me, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night of magic rush&lt;br /&gt;The start - a simple touch&lt;br /&gt;One night to push and scream&lt;br /&gt;And then relief&lt;br /&gt;Ten days of perfect tunes&lt;br /&gt;The colors red and blue&lt;br /&gt;We had a promise made&lt;br /&gt;We were in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To call for hands of above to lean on&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't be good enough for me, no&lt;br /&gt;To call for hands of above to lean on&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't be good enough for me, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you, you knew the hand of a devil&lt;br /&gt;And you kept us awake with wolves teeth&lt;br /&gt;Sharing different heartbeats in one night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To call for hands of above to lean on&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't be good enough for me, no&lt;br /&gt;To call for hands of above to lean on&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't be good enough for me, oh&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&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/17807783-6199208525093288878?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/6199208525093288878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=6199208525093288878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/6199208525093288878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/6199208525093288878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2011/08/jose-gonzalez-heartbeats.html' title='Jose Gonzalez - Heartbeats'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/s4_4abCWw-w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-4710945163447193069</id><published>2011-08-12T11:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T11:48:56.389+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Knife - Live - Heartbeats</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VrjwqXwyzNU?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;Completely in Love with this song!!&lt;br /&gt;Perfeita! feita pra mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-4710945163447193069?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/4710945163447193069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=4710945163447193069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/4710945163447193069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/4710945163447193069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2011/08/knife-live-heartbeats.html' title='The Knife - Live - 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-1904502035286146118?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1904502035286146118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=1904502035286146118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/1904502035286146118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/1904502035286146118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2011/08/mariana.html' title='mariana'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-5570363561904010344</id><published>2011-08-04T12:32:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T12:43:33.476+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zaIGx_ph4wA/Tjp3yveDmiI/AAAAAAAAA5U/iE7amiUechc/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 199px;" 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class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;"Mas é por esses caminhos que parecem tortos que você tem que caminhar, e as coisas vêm ao seu encontro."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-288970354076504456?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/288970354076504456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=288970354076504456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/288970354076504456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/288970354076504456'/><link rel='alternate' 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O problema é que além de tentar  entender a nós mesmos temos que tentar entender aos outros. O problema é  que o seu amor é indefinível, indecifrável, e sempre certo. Pare então  de perder as suas noites de sono, com os seus milhões de pensamentos  rodando, e rodando e rodando. Procure viver mais, viver por você  mesmo.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-4966845147865868360?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/4966845147865868360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=4966845147865868360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/4966845147865868360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/4966845147865868360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-problema-e-que-nao-temos-as-respostas.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gn6MYCKycE4/TjfqobU7EKI/AAAAAAAAA5E/SiMlXUFr5QI/s72-c/Boy-Kid-Thinking-Something-Sitting-In-Kitchen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-2153358633259680722</id><published>2011-07-21T11:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T11:00:20.180+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The La's - There She Goes</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WyYEBDpQjjk?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-2153358633259680722?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/2153358633259680722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=2153358633259680722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/2153358633259680722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/2153358633259680722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2011/07/las-there-she-goes.html' title='The La&apos;s - There She Goes'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WyYEBDpQjjk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-1769918474013873940</id><published>2011-07-21T10:53:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T11:05:54.254+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IALDQI4KCJY/TifpJfboNgI/AAAAAAAAA48/l0xHWLShEqU/s1600/let-go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IALDQI4KCJY/TifpJfboNgI/AAAAAAAAA48/l0xHWLShEqU/s400/let-go.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631726208315569666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;To let go does not mean to stop caring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;it means I can't do it for someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;To let go is not to cut myself off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;it's the realization I can't control another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;To let go is not to enable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;but allow learning from natural consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;To let go is to admit powerlessness, which means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;the outcome is not in my hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;To let go is not to try to change or blame another,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;it's to make the most of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;To let go is not to care for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;but to care about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;To let go is not to fix,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;but to be supportive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;To let go is not to judge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;but to allow another to be a human being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;To let go is not to be in the middle arranging all the outcomes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;but to allow others to affect their destinies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;To let go is not to be protective,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;it's to permit another to face reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;To let go is not to deny,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;but to accept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;To let go is not to nag, scold or argue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;but instead to search out my own shortcomings and correct them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;To let go is not to adjust everything to my desires,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;but to take each day as it comes and cherish myself in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;To let go is not to criticize or regulate anybody,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;but to try to become what I dream I can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;To let go is not to regret the past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;but to grow and live for the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;To let go is to fear less and love more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;To let go and to let God, is to find peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;Remember: The time to love is short&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/17807783-1769918474013873940?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1769918474013873940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=1769918474013873940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/1769918474013873940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/1769918474013873940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2011/07/to-let-go-does-not-mean-to-stop-caring.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IALDQI4KCJY/TifpJfboNgI/AAAAAAAAA48/l0xHWLShEqU/s72-c/let-go.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-3267418315335624</id><published>2011-07-18T12:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T12:53:52.153+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4Xe5GjEqMs/TiQPBRxG5DI/AAAAAAAAA40/430NSRrPmqQ/s1600/267090_10150720164795226_795930225_19885711_6930299_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4Xe5GjEqMs/TiQPBRxG5DI/AAAAAAAAA40/430NSRrPmqQ/s400/267090_10150720164795226_795930225_19885711_6930299_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630641948743623730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa e Nena depois de um super show em dos teatros mais lindos de Amsterdam. Emocionante ver minha Nena cantando no palco com sua voz suave e seu jeito disinibido. Tem um talento danado pro palco essa menina, mas nao e tao estranho ja que quase toda a familia Paiva ja brilhou nos palcos principalmente minha mae. Me orgulho muito mesmo! Ela e e sempre vai ser minha STAR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-3267418315335624?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/3267418315335624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=3267418315335624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/3267418315335624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/3267418315335624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2011/07/lisa-e-nena-depois-de-um-super-show-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4Xe5GjEqMs/TiQPBRxG5DI/AAAAAAAAA40/430NSRrPmqQ/s72-c/267090_10150720164795226_795930225_19885711_6930299_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-3289246280067066716</id><published>2011-07-13T10:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T10:25:50.484+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UJIpXhr97RA/Th1WhWy9jVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/b1X1TDlXSIE/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UJIpXhr97RA/Th1WhWy9jVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/b1X1TDlXSIE/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628750240337988946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se fosse para eleger um estilo musical conhecido no mundo todo, que  tivesse influenciado gerações e quebrado muitos tabus, este estilo com  certeza seria o Rock! Por isso, não é à toa que há um dia especialmente  dedicado a ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o grito da guitarra&lt;br /&gt;o som do coração na bateria&lt;br /&gt;os passos do baixo&lt;br /&gt;o teclado nos pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;e a voz libertando a cabeça cheia de liberdade e sentimentos!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIVA O ROCK!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-3289246280067066716?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/3289246280067066716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=3289246280067066716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/3289246280067066716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/3289246280067066716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2011/07/se-fosse-para-eleger-um-estilo-musical.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UJIpXhr97RA/Th1WhWy9jVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/b1X1TDlXSIE/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-556562627112372623</id><published>2011-07-12T14:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T14:37:46.076+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vr80iNFt-X8/ThxAE0Ii0PI/AAAAAAAAA4c/THcQAW1PEa0/s1600/247846_10150661770805226_795930225_19252933_3306729_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 391px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vr80iNFt-X8/ThxAE0Ii0PI/AAAAAAAAA4c/THcQAW1PEa0/s400/247846_10150661770805226_795930225_19252933_3306729_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628444085764411634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorar não resolve, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;falar pouco é uma virtude&lt;/span&gt;, aprender a se colocar em  primeiro lugar não é egoísmo, e o que não mata com certeza fortalece. Às  vezes&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mudar é preciso&lt;/span&gt;, nem tudo vai ser como você quer, a vida  continua. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pra qualquer escolha se segue alguma conseqüência,&lt;/span&gt; vontades  efêmeras não valem a pena, quem faz uma vez não faz duas  necessariamente, mas quem faz dez, com certeza faz onze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perdoar é nobre, esquecer é quase impossível.&lt;/span&gt; Nem todo mundo é tão legal  assim, e de perto ninguém é normal. Quem te merece não te faz chorar,  quem gosta cuida, o que está no passado tem motivos para não fazer parte  do seu presente, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não é preciso perder pra aprender a dar valor&lt;/span&gt; e os  amigos ainda se contam nos dedos.&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos você percebe o que vale a pena, o que se deve guardar pro  resto da vida, e o que nunca deveria ter entrado nela.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Não tem como  esconder a verdade&lt;/span&gt;, nem tem como enterrar o passado, o tempo sempre vai  ser o melhor remédio, mas seus resultados nem sempre são imediatos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não fique preocupado&lt;/span&gt;, você nunca sabe quem está se apaixonando pelo seu sorriso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-556562627112372623?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/556562627112372623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=556562627112372623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/556562627112372623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/556562627112372623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2011/07/chorar-nao-resolve-falar-pouco-e-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vr80iNFt-X8/ThxAE0Ii0PI/AAAAAAAAA4c/THcQAW1PEa0/s72-c/247846_10150661770805226_795930225_19252933_3306729_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-8587814266421335718</id><published>2011-07-12T09:56:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T10:14:55.365+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qVXvU4wLHHU/Thv-OABlOsI/AAAAAAAAA4U/rZPSevIw6a8/s1600/265823_10150710189885226_795930225_19771068_2343537_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qVXvU4wLHHU/Thv-OABlOsI/AAAAAAAAA4U/rZPSevIw6a8/s400/265823_10150710189885226_795930225_19771068_2343537_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628371675807824578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pq mesmo de coracao apertado eu fui e me diverti tanto tanto! Foda-se tudo! Prince tava la bem pertinho e ate pareceu por um minuto que ele realmente tava olhando pra mim! ahhh tao bom! Muitas musicas novas mas muito boas. Depois outras mais antigas e ai pra me fazer muito feliz ele tocou CREAM, uma que ele quase nunca toca! Mais uma vez em apenas um ano ele me fez muito FELIZ! 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LWDRsRoilqE/TaS2czWmYhI/AAAAAAAAA3M/JoaL8s7zEC0/s400/DSCF1941b.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594797243038589458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Minha querida vózinha, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Minha mãe que me criou com tanta paciência, amor  e dedicação  Como sou feliz  de ter crescido ao teu lado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Os lindos momentos que tivemos juntas, como também momentos dificieis que me mostraram o quanto um coração tão frágil pode ser tão forte. Um coração imenso aonde cabia o mundo inteiro. Um coração humilde e generoso que marcou a vida de muitos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me sinto  abençoada por ter tido uma avó como a senhora. Um ser iluminado que passou por aqui nos mostrando que o amor é o único caminho. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Na verdade vózinha, eu não vou conseguir achar as palavras que possam expressar meu amor e respeito por ti. Eu apenas sinto… e tenho certeza que sentes também. A senhora sabe que eu sempre a admirei e que pra sempre levarei comigo tudo que me ensinaste.  Heleninha  nunca irá esquecer-la, pode ter certeza disso. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal;tab-stops:10.0cm"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Obrigado Dona Ilza! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Obrigado por ter me ajudado a me tornar a mulher que eu sou hoje.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Obrigado por todo seu amor! Obrigado por tudo!                           !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Descanse em paz e até o dia em que nos encontramos novamente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Com muito amor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mamá&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/17807783-6027956332312077359?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/6027956332312077359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=6027956332312077359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/6027956332312077359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/6027956332312077359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2011/04/minha-querida-vozinha-minha-mae-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LWDRsRoilqE/TaS2czWmYhI/AAAAAAAAA3M/JoaL8s7zEC0/s72-c/DSCF1941b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-6893104833358371080</id><published>2011-04-11T15:14:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T15:19:10.136+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pearl Jam - Just Breathe (unofficial video)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aePWkeDxRjE?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;Meet you on the other side, like we always said we would!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-6893104833358371080?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/6893104833358371080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=6893104833358371080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/6893104833358371080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/6893104833358371080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2011/04/pearl-jam-just-breathe-unofficial-video.html' title='Pearl Jam - Just Breathe (unofficial video)'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/aePWkeDxRjE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-2006308869201148304</id><published>2011-04-11T15:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T15:09:57.200+02:00</updated><title type='text'>An Affair To Remember - Carmen Cavallaro &amp; His Orchestra</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YdpYncRrymY?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;Na tarde do sábado dia 9/04/2011 ela se foi...&lt;div&gt;Minha querida avó ; minha mae...foi de volta pra casa ao encontro do pai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Essa musica que ela tanto amava tocar irá sempre acompanhar meus pensamentos junto as lindas lembrancas que tenho dela.&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/17807783-2006308869201148304?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/2006308869201148304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=2006308869201148304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/2006308869201148304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/2006308869201148304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2011/04/affair-to-remember-carmen-cavallaro-his.html' title='An Affair To Remember - Carmen Cavallaro &amp; 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cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GRcj5ww35hM/TZxNOGZ_WuI/AAAAAAAAA24/fRS1aiP2QxY/s400/mascara.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592429741920443106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz e Triste ao mesmo tempo...&lt;div&gt;Como quase sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um sentimento puxando o outro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acho que ser feliz o tempo deve ser muito chato e superficial. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como dizem os poetas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Precisamos da tristeza pra conseguir ver a beleza no mundo e apreçiar os momentos de felicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yin e Yang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- e +&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E assim vai!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hj eu tô triste mas sou feliz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entendeu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-1528904113608870487?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1528904113608870487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=1528904113608870487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/1528904113608870487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/1528904113608870487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2011/04/feliz-e-triste-ao-mesmo-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GRcj5ww35hM/TZxNOGZ_WuI/AAAAAAAAA24/fRS1aiP2QxY/s72-c/mascara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-5769856602985203910</id><published>2011-03-30T10:20:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T10:20:25.993+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A_STowcZBvw/TZLnw4pLzBI/AAAAAAAAA2w/Y-6R9iygOFU/s1600/wilson-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdUrDSQuLGs/TZLlymBlEzI/AAAAAAAAA2o/ndqpYg3C2tI/s400/World_Crisis_-_Ready_to_Work_for_Food.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589782744883598130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E chegamos ao ano de 2011...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2010 foi um ano que derrubou muita gente, um ano de muitas crises. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mesmo deixando grandes marcas as crises são boas porque abrem espaço para novas idéias e conceitos, são das crises que nasçem as grandes inovações. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nosso mundo está cada dia mais desgastado e necessita urgentemente da criatividade humana para mudar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que ainda não é hora de evoluir? Quantas pessoas ainda irão morrer? Quanto tempo mais a crueldade e a violência irão reinar? Quanto tempo irá durar pra que essa fome pelo poder acabe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só posso rezar pra que essa crise mundial transforme antes de tudo o conceito do homem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-7974933957347295167?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/7974933957347295167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=7974933957347295167&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/7974933957347295167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/7974933957347295167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2011/03/e-chegamos-ao-ano-de-2011.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdUrDSQuLGs/TZLlymBlEzI/AAAAAAAAA2o/ndqpYg3C2tI/s72-c/World_Crisis_-_Ready_to_Work_for_Food.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-8253303434174918188</id><published>2010-10-03T22:14:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T22:33:49.794+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/TKjolmvNy6I/AAAAAAAAA0M/vrU-1HaZkNo/s1600/35236_10150231303760226_795930225_13661059_7719925_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523920675721300898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/TKjolmvNy6I/AAAAAAAAA0M/vrU-1HaZkNo/s400/35236_10150231303760226_795930225_13661059_7719925_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou uma mulher de sorte! Tenho uma filha linda, saúdavel que tá sempre falando o quanto me ama e o quanto ela ela é feliz de me ter como mãe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juntas somos tão fortes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra mim isso é o mais importante!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigado meu Deus, por essa menina linda que me faz tão feliz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parabéns meu amor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-8253303434174918188?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/8253303434174918188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=8253303434174918188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/8253303434174918188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/8253303434174918188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2010/10/sou-uma-mulher-de-sorte-tenho-uma-filha.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/TKjolmvNy6I/AAAAAAAAA0M/vrU-1HaZkNo/s72-c/35236_10150231303760226_795930225_13661059_7719925_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-2290736726602826616</id><published>2010-09-21T18:11:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T18:14:45.325+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/TJjZyeupz3I/AAAAAAAAAg0/HCVzj2c3m6Q/s1600/welcome2trying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/TJjZyeupz3I/AAAAAAAAAg0/HCVzj2c3m6Q/s400/welcome2trying.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519400804607971186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dias dificeis...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Respirando fundo e mantendo a calma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-2290736726602826616?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/2290736726602826616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=2290736726602826616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/2290736726602826616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/2290736726602826616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2010/09/dias-dificieis.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/TJjZyeupz3I/AAAAAAAAAg0/HCVzj2c3m6Q/s72-c/welcome2trying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-6455737718811677935</id><published>2010-09-16T11:37:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T11:57:59.239+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/TJHp_VWNS1I/AAAAAAAAAgs/3RcoJvreKpA/s1600/pote_de_ouro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/TJHp_VWNS1I/AAAAAAAAAgs/3RcoJvreKpA/s400/pote_de_ouro.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517448292776889170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hj cedinho vindo pro trabalho,  agradecendo o sol por finalmente aparecer depois de tanta chuva eu vi um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ARCO IRIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Que lindo e um arco celeste nao e??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E sera que tem ouro me aguardando no final??? hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I don't think so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mas e bom acreditar que alguma coisa boa me espera.&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/17807783-6455737718811677935?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/6455737718811677935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=6455737718811677935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/6455737718811677935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/6455737718811677935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2010/09/hj-cedinho-vindo-pro-trabalho.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/TJHp_VWNS1I/AAAAAAAAAgs/3RcoJvreKpA/s72-c/pote_de_ouro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-1383750167786114560</id><published>2010-09-15T16:49:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T10:00:41.485+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/TJDj9GzFQfI/AAAAAAAAAgk/kCMjBj9_D50/s1600/SurvivalGuideNoMoneyLg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/TJDj9GzFQfI/AAAAAAAAAgk/kCMjBj9_D50/s400/SurvivalGuideNoMoneyLg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517160182465249778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando tao chateada pq nao consigo me acertar financeiramente,  sempre tem um problema ou uma divida que as vezes aparece ate do nada pra pagar! Atraso de vida direto! Ja to uns 3 anos tentando juntar uma grana e nao da pq toda vez vem o Belasting( imposto ) ou sei la o que come tudo! Usei meu cartao de credito pra pagar minhas passagens pro Brasil e fiquei tranquila pq meu pai ofereceu pagar o cartao pra mim, ja que eu nunca peco nada pra ele. &lt;div&gt;Enfim...agora nem vou pedir mais, ele ja ta pagando as mil e uma dividas da minha irma! &lt;div&gt;FODAAAAAAAA!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As vezes realmente nao sei como faco...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A minha irma mesmo ja falou que so magia mesmo pra dar conta de tudo sozinha como eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me viro sim como sempre me virei mas to tao cansada dessa falta de grana o tempo todo, dessa sobrevivencia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Namorado rico?? Ja tive e nao certo, mas me deu a maior riqueza da minha vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minha filha Helena!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu namorado Marcel nao e rico nao  mas e Holandes e um dia ele com certeza fica rico sim pq nunca vi igual! Ta sempre no meu pe falando que eu tenho que gastar menos, comprar tudo mais barato,  juntar grana pq como vamos morar juntos com tantas dividas?? Arrghghgh tb nao aguento mais ouvir isso, sou um ser sentimental e as vezes nao tenho paciencia pra tanta racionalidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nao consigo fazer os cursos que quero! Nao consigo entrar na aula de danca que eu tanto preciso! Tive ate que tirar miha pequena da escola de musical pq e um absurdo. O pai disse que ia pagar mas so pagou o primeiro mes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ja desisti de pedir grana pra ele e tb nao vou entrar na justica pq nao to afim de uma guerra e colocar minha filha no meio disso. E tb essa historia e bem mais complicada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ai quanta paciencia eu tenho que ter, as vezes da vontade de enlouquecer de vez e me internar tb!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pronto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desabafei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***Eu sei que tudo vai se resolver, tenho muita fe e e isso que me segura, sempre! :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-1383750167786114560?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1383750167786114560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=1383750167786114560&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/1383750167786114560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/1383750167786114560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2010/09/ando-tao-chateada-pq-nao-consigo-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/TJDj9GzFQfI/AAAAAAAAAgk/kCMjBj9_D50/s72-c/SurvivalGuideNoMoneyLg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-3148365275746699791</id><published>2010-09-08T10:21:00.014+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T18:11:31.138+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/TI4jsG6LrOI/AAAAAAAAAgY/aoJSHop74II/s1600/n795930225_3713066_8831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 339px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516385834251300066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/TI4jsG6LrOI/AAAAAAAAAgY/aoJSHop74II/s400/n795930225_3713066_8831.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dançar, dançar e dançar... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dançar até vc não sentir seu corpo, seus pés. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dançar até suas pernas ficarem dormentes e pareçer que seus braços a qualqer momento vão desmontar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dançar pra mim e muito mais que soltar e mexer o corpo no ritmo da musica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É minha preçe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minha comunicação com o cosmo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minha conecção espiritual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu danço pra agradeçer; comemorar, pra esqueçer, relembrar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra sorrir ; pra chorar, ir até as estrelas e voltar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu danço na dor, na alegria, na euforia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seja qual sentimento for, eu danço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danço pra aliviar, expulsar, enterrar toda energia negativa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soltando todos os meus demonios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danço absorvendo a luz, a paz, o amor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentindo tudo que me alimenta e que me faz sentir quem eu realmente sou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu danço sorrindo pro sol, pra luz da lua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danço no aconchego da sombra , num banho de chuva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danco sozinha na sala e até no meio da rua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu danço pra mim, pra vc, pra quem não dança e acaba dançando sem querer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dançamos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cantamos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E Celebramos todos ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A melodia da vida e sua contante mudança de ritmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-MM-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-3148365275746699791?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/3148365275746699791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=3148365275746699791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/3148365275746699791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/3148365275746699791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2010/09/dancar-dancar-e-dancar.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/TI4jsG6LrOI/AAAAAAAAAgY/aoJSHop74II/s72-c/n795930225_3713066_8831.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-3607442873090591863</id><published>2010-09-07T18:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T18:11:15.620+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/TIZixnH3O_I/AAAAAAAAAgI/Q_mAg-2cVg4/s1600/faxina2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 382px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/TIZixnH3O_I/AAAAAAAAAgI/Q_mAg-2cVg4/s400/faxina2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514203398216825842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Putz nao aguento mais a bagunca que minha casa sempre ta!! Preciso achar um meio de organizacao que nao me leve a loucura!! Nao tenho grana pra pagar alguem entao vou ter que continuar fazendo eu mesma mas tem que ser de uma forma que eu consiga manter sem me exaustar tanto.&lt;div&gt;Hj vou botar tudo pra fora das gavetas e dos armarios, chega de guardar coisas que nao preciso e nao uso, hj vou jogar tudo fora!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/17807783-3607442873090591863?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/3607442873090591863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=3607442873090591863&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/3607442873090591863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/3607442873090591863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2010/09/putz-nao-aguento-mais-bagunca-que-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/TIZixnH3O_I/AAAAAAAAAgI/Q_mAg-2cVg4/s72-c/faxina2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-3436441095252566705</id><published>2010-09-01T13:30:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T13:58:16.324+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando Setembro Chegar - Joe Luigi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/TH4-U7erDEI/AAAAAAAAAgA/JL2nBuH7gV4/s1600/35237_10150237097350226_795930225_13822793_7914911_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/TH4-U7erDEI/AAAAAAAAAgA/JL2nBuH7gV4/s400/35237_10150237097350226_795930225_13822793_7914911_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511911523232713794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Quando setembro chegar e as flores se abrirem no jardim do meu EU ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;fragrâncias de essências raras espalharão.&lt;br /&gt;O vento suave esvoaçando a cortina permitirá que os raios do sol me desperte beijando -me suavemente com o seu calor.&lt;br /&gt;Pela janela, olharei as flores multicoloridas&lt;br /&gt;e borboletas de todas as cores sugando o pólen, é primavera outra vez......o sol da minha vida voltará a brilhar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;O verde dos vales e montes me convidará a amar e sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;A água da fonte tornará mais límpida.&lt;br /&gt;Dará uma transparência incrível, linda!&lt;br /&gt;Verei peixes coloridos a nadar com aluz do sol a iluminar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O céu terá um colorido bem mais azul.&lt;br /&gt;Nuvens brancas formarão desenhos em flocos macios, parecidos de algodão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Tudo se torna belo, abrirei meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;A vida ficará muito mais colorida, alegre...&lt;br /&gt;Eu desenharei nas nuvens coisas imaginárias.&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração ficará desenhado no azul do céu,como criança sorrirei muito, é primavera!&lt;br /&gt;Flores, céu azul, noites enluaradas, estrelas cintilantes enfeitando o céu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"E Setembro! E a primavera...&lt;br /&gt;Continua aqui dentro de mim! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Pic: By Helena Gaya&lt;/span&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/17807783-3436441095252566705?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/3436441095252566705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=3436441095252566705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/3436441095252566705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/3436441095252566705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2010/09/quando-setembro-chegar-joe-luigi.html' title='Quando Setembro Chegar - Joe Luigi'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/TH4-U7erDEI/AAAAAAAAAgA/JL2nBuH7gV4/s72-c/35237_10150237097350226_795930225_13822793_7914911_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-551096118660398897</id><published>2010-09-01T09:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T09:38:08.239+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Você entende alguém por inteiro?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/TH4C20_7H5I/AAAAAAAAAf4/HPsnFSed8ns/s1600/img12.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/TH4C20_7H5I/AAAAAAAAAf4/HPsnFSed8ns/s400/img12.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511846134911016850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" border="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" class="frase" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; background-color: rgb(224, 225, 229); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="autor" colspan="4" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; font-style: italic; "&gt;- por Carlos Hilsdorf -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" class="textoInterna" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: none; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;Todos nós já nos sentimos incompreendidos algumas vezes em nossas vidas - até aí, tudo bem. O problema começa quando somos (ou nos sentimos) freqüentemente incompreendidos. Nesses casos, muitas coisas podem estar acontecendo, nas diferentes fases e situações de nossas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Escritor Antoine de Saint-Exupery (1900-1944), autor do famosíssimo “O Pequeno Príncipe” disse: “a linguagem é a fonte de mal-entendidos”. Esta é a causa mais comum da incompreensão - mesmo quando falamos o mesmo idioma, cada um de nós reage emocionalmente, e não apenas racionalmente, às palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa história de vida, nossas crenças e valores dão “peso” diferente às palavras que dizemos e ouvimos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizer: - E aí mano? Pode ser entendido como uma saudação ou como uma ofensa, dependendo de quem diz, de quem ouve e sob que circunstâncias a frase foi dita. Assim acontece com tudo o que dizemos. Amor não significa a mesma coisa para todas as pessoas, embora todos tenham uma noção do significado geral da palavra amor. Mas dizer amor quando se está amando é diferente de dizer “amor” quando não se está. Usamos as mesmas palavras para coisas muito diferentes. As pessoas dizem “eu amo sorvete” e logo depois dizem “eu amo você”. No primeiro caso a palavra expressa uma sensação, na segunda “deve” expressar um sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É muito freqüente que as pessoas pensem estar se fazendo entender e sendo entendidas, quando, na verdade, não estão. Especialmente quando você está falando sobre uma experiência muito particular que você viveu e o outro não. Embora a outra pessoa diga entender o que você está sentindo, ela está apenas fazendo o exercício de imaginar-se no seu lugar. O simples fato de imaginar a si mesma em seu lugar, já causa interpretações diferentes: ela não é você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como disse Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867), poeta francês precursor do Simbolismo, “Somente por causa de más interpretações generalizadas é que todos se entendem; por isso as pessoas se entendem, mas nunca concordam”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porém, a maior dificuldade está no nível de consciência. Compreender é um ato de respeito, se as pessoas não te respeitam e/ou você não respeita as pessoas, a compreensão será impossível.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diferença entre ouvir e escutar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém pode compreender outra pessoa se somente ouve, mas não escuta. Ouvir e escutar são coisas totalmente diferentes. Ouvir está ligado à capacidade da audição, escutar está ligado à capacidade e à dedicação em prestar atenção e procurar entender.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quem te ouve, mas não te escuta, jamais irá te entender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia você está em uma festa, onde reencontra muitos dos seus amigos, alguns de infância, outros de adolescência, amigos com os quais você tinha profunda afinidade, e dos quais sentia uma grande saudade. Porém, uma coisa estranha acontece: vocês não conseguem mais estabelecer um diálogo prazeroso e duradouro. É como se você não se reconhecesse mais no cenário, é como se aquela pessoa não fosse “aquele” seu amigo, de quem você sentia tanta saudade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que houve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que essas pessoas não te entendem mais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que você não entende mais essas pessoas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A “pessoa” de quem você sentia saudades não existe mais, ela mudou, você mudou. A afinidade que havia naquela fase da vida não se transfere automaticamente para o dia de hoje. Se vocês estiverem em níveis de consciência muito diferentes, aquele que cresceu, amadureceu e evoluiu mais, se sente incomodada com as futilidades dos imaturos. E, os imaturos, por sua vez, vão achar que a pessoa mais amadurecida ficou chata, velha, sem assunto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São dois universos tão distintos que não se compreendem mais. Podem conviver educadamente, mas já não buscam mais o convívio, um do outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando as pessoas não se admiram e não se respeitam, passam a se desentender com extrema facilidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez, analisando seus relacionamentos com sua família, amigos, colegas de trabalho e com a pessoa a quem você ama, você possa pensar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Que droga, ninguém me entende por inteiro! Algumas pessoas me entendem em algumas coisas, mas não entendem em outras... Não encontro a identidade que preciso para me relacionar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem-vindo ao mundo real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, uma pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você entende alguém por inteiro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francisco de Assis dizia que devemos buscar mais compreender que ser compreendidos. Este é um ótimo começo, afinal na vida, é dando que se recebe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A admiração e o respeito criam um “lugar comum” onde podemos vencer as barreiras da comunicação, ouvindo com o coração e escutando com toda a nossa alma. Nesse lugar, o amor e a amizade são plenamente possíveis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-551096118660398897?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/551096118660398897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=551096118660398897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/551096118660398897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/551096118660398897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2010/09/voce-entende-alguem-por-inteiro.html' title='Você entende alguém por inteiro?'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/TH4C20_7H5I/AAAAAAAAAf4/HPsnFSed8ns/s72-c/img12.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-3152705550310461390</id><published>2010-08-31T10:16:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T10:44:09.803+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/THzAuJN5zXI/AAAAAAAAAfw/nPc6jT3FvdA/s1600/45755_10150259849950226_795930225_14503177_6671189_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 336px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/THzAuJN5zXI/AAAAAAAAAfw/nPc6jT3FvdA/s400/45755_10150259849950226_795930225_14503177_6671189_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511491942975393138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: uppercase; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;"ESTOU NA CARIDADE DA EVOLUÇÃO DO MEU SER. QUERO SER MENINA, ENCONTRO-ME MULHER... QUERO SER MULHER, VEJO-ME MENINA..." (FERREIRA GULLAR)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/17807783-3152705550310461390?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/3152705550310461390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=3152705550310461390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/3152705550310461390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/3152705550310461390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2010/08/estou-na-caridade-da-evolucao-do-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/THzAuJN5zXI/AAAAAAAAAfw/nPc6jT3FvdA/s72-c/45755_10150259849950226_795930225_14503177_6671189_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-3293336686676421735</id><published>2010-08-30T16:40:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T16:51:08.622+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/THvD2jY0FTI/AAAAAAAAAfg/EH2soeZ0eVI/s1600/draft_lens11490241module105702831photo_1276306079Healing12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/THvD2jY0FTI/AAAAAAAAAfg/EH2soeZ0eVI/s400/draft_lens11490241module105702831photo_1276306079Healing12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511213910997603634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="637" height="46" align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;The light of God surrounds you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;The love of God enfolds you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;The power of God protects you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;And the presence of God watches over you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Wherever you are, God is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-3293336686676421735?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/3293336686676421735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=3293336686676421735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/3293336686676421735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/3293336686676421735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2010/08/light-of-god-surrounds-you-love-of-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/THvD2jY0FTI/AAAAAAAAAfg/EH2soeZ0eVI/s72-c/draft_lens11490241module105702831photo_1276306079Healing12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-1335801560051954356</id><published>2010-08-30T16:06:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T16:16:59.732+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/THu9RInsyuI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/w1IWjCKASeI/s1600/beautiful-high-def-wallpapers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/THu9RInsyuI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/w1IWjCKASeI/s400/beautiful-high-def-wallpapers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511206671087356642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;'Mas a gente vai à luta&lt;br /&gt;e inventa um novo sonho,&lt;br /&gt;uma esperança,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo recauchutada:&lt;br /&gt;vale tudo menos chorar&lt;br /&gt;tempo demais.&lt;br /&gt;Pois sempre há coisas boas&lt;br /&gt;para pensar.&lt;br /&gt;Algumas se realizam.&lt;br /&gt;Criança sabe disso'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lya Luft]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;:::Algo esta pra acontecer...  I feel it!&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/17807783-1335801560051954356?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1335801560051954356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=1335801560051954356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/1335801560051954356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/1335801560051954356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2010/08/mas-gente-vai-luta-e-inventa-um-novo.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/THu9RInsyuI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/w1IWjCKASeI/s72-c/beautiful-high-def-wallpapers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-544823477305355543</id><published>2010-08-26T13:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T13:18:42.275+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/THZNemYAXvI/AAAAAAAAAfE/5rhtcB9IRDw/s1600/40793_10150252248075226_795930225_14282675_3654169_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/THZNemYAXvI/AAAAAAAAAfE/5rhtcB9IRDw/s400/40793_10150252248075226_795930225_14282675_3654169_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509676382227029746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(230, 230, 230); line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Existe um ser que mora dentro de mim como se fosse casa dele, e é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Trata-se de um cavalo preto e lustroso que apesar de inteiramente selvagem - pois nunca morou em ninguém nem jamais lhe puseram rédeas nem sela – apesar de inteiramente selvagem tem por isso mesmo uma doçura primeira de quem não tem medo: come às vezes na minha mão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seu focinho é úmido e fresco. Eu beijo o seu focinho. Quando eu morrer, o cavalo preto ficará sem casa e vai sofrer muito. A menos que ele escolha outra casa e que esta outra casa não tenha medo daquilo que é ao mesmo tempo selvagem e suave. Aviso que ele não tem nome: basta chamá-lo e se acerta com seu nome. Ou não se acerta, mas, uma vez chamado com doçura e autoridade, ele vai. Se ele fareja e sente que um corpo-casa é livre, ele trota sem ruídos e vai. Aviso também que não se deve temer o seu relinchar: a gente se engana e pensa que é a gente mesma que está relinchando de prazer ou de cólera, a gente se assusta com o excesso de doçura do que é isto pela primeira vez”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Clarice Lispector In Uma Aprendizagem ou O Livro dos Prazeres)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/17807783-544823477305355543?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/544823477305355543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=544823477305355543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/544823477305355543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/544823477305355543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2010/08/existe-um-ser-que-mora-dentro-de-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/THZNemYAXvI/AAAAAAAAAfE/5rhtcB9IRDw/s72-c/40793_10150252248075226_795930225_14282675_3654169_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-3893649592252835889</id><published>2010-08-25T16:23:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T16:24:47.303+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Plastic Fantastic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(66, 66, 66); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Speaking about bags...Please watch this movie and STOP! SAY NO! To plastic bags!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mother Earth Thanks You Very Very Much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/17807783-3893649592252835889?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/3893649592252835889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=3893649592252835889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/3893649592252835889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/3893649592252835889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2010/08/plastic-fantastic_25.html' title='Plastic Fantastic'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-7209521405461777935</id><published>2010-08-25T16:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T16:22:06.362+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted to Plastic trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/daSFXZT-HYk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=nl_NL"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/daSFXZT-HYk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=nl_NL" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&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/17807783-7209521405461777935?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/7209521405461777935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=7209521405461777935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/7209521405461777935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/7209521405461777935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2010/08/addicted-to-plastic-trailer.html' title='Addicted to Plastic trailer'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-1324635228949146484</id><published>2010-08-25T15:28:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T15:31:54.539+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/THUbHA2qbaI/AAAAAAAAAew/kAqtbXGJLkE/s1600/rbsn27l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/THUbHA2qbaI/AAAAAAAAAew/kAqtbXGJLkE/s400/rbsn27l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509339526459977122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/THUbAp_cm4I/AAAAAAAAAeo/3fjtQjrsAoU/s1600/rmon1003l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/THUbAp_cm4I/AAAAAAAAAeo/3fjtQjrsAoU/s400/rmon1003l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509339417243589506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/THUa6NfVpQI/AAAAAAAAAeg/gPSn3QR8sw0/s1600/rmon949l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/THUa6NfVpQI/AAAAAAAAAeg/gPSn3QR8sw0/s400/rmon949l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509339306513507586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/THUawcpB3dI/AAAAAAAAAeY/mJP3Ay5zLLQ/s1600/rmon283l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/THUawcpB3dI/AAAAAAAAAeY/mJP3Ay5zLLQ/s400/rmon283l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509339138781994450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/THUajlzRwxI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/1niIq04EZHk/s1600/jhin34l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 349px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/THUajlzRwxI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/1niIq04EZHk/s400/jhin34l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509338917902598930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/17807783-1324635228949146484?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1324635228949146484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=1324635228949146484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/1324635228949146484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/1324635228949146484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/THUbHA2qbaI/AAAAAAAAAew/kAqtbXGJLkE/s72-c/rbsn27l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-7583229210537867515</id><published>2010-08-25T14:42:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T16:04:34.741+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fu***** Air France lost my bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/THUaLP7UfcI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ePjel0ZMzJc/s1600/mbkn23l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/THUaLP7UfcI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ePjel0ZMzJc/s400/mbkn23l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509338499713891778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/THUYWaPK5HI/AAAAAAAAAeA/SvEWvhEPfrM/s1600/mlyn458l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/THUYWaPK5HI/AAAAAAAAAeA/SvEWvhEPfrM/s400/mlyn458l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509336492436808818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is my bag???? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been 2 weeks and nothing.&lt;div&gt;Sadly I'm starting to believe that my bag has got stolen.  :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?? Why??? Why??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please come back 2 me!! PLEEAASE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-7583229210537867515?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/7583229210537867515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=7583229210537867515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/7583229210537867515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/7583229210537867515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2010/08/fu-air-france-lost-my-bag.html' title='Fu***** Air France lost my bag'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/THUaLP7UfcI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ePjel0ZMzJc/s72-c/mbkn23l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-3763687569017293154</id><published>2010-06-21T10:38:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T10:49:02.631+02:00</updated><title type='text'>PADRÃO DE COMPORTAMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family:Tahoma;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Todo ser humano está sujeito a padrões de comportamentos repetitivos e compulsivos, sendo que, na maioria das vezes, não faz isso de modo consciente ou intencional.&lt;br /&gt;    Por sua vez, cada padrão de  comportamento repetitivo corre o risco de se transformar em vício e acarretar danos a todas as relações interpessoais.&lt;br /&gt;    Pode-se classificar alguns tipos de comportamento, que, sem dúvida alguma, você já teve a oportunidade de apreciar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUTORITÁRIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img hspace="0" src="http://www.angelamoura.hpg.ig.com.br/mensagem/padrao_de_comportamento_img2.jpg" align="baseline" border="0" width="133" height="121" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Pessoas que necessitam comandar, dar ordens e serem prontamente atendidas. Este tipo não sabe lidar com questionamentos e não tem fluência para argumentação.&lt;br /&gt;    A forma autoritária é a sua maneira de fazer com que o outro execute algo conforme sua vontade sem diálogo ou discussão.&lt;br /&gt;    Normalmente, são pessoas inseguras e carentes de afeto, que foram muito cerceadas na infância e não têm muita flexibilidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;        Seu prazer e importância estão em serem atendidas.&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSÃO:&lt;br /&gt;Existe o medo de não ser respeitado.&lt;br /&gt;Para conviver com um autoritário, você tem que rendê-lo com carinho; ou fingir que suas ordens são importantíssimas e, com jeitinho, fazer do modo que mais lhe convier. Depois, você arruma uma boa desculpa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FALADOR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;                                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img hspace="0" src="http://www.angelamoura.hpg.ig.com.br/mensagem/padrao_de_comportamento_img3.jpg" align="baseline" border="0" width="133" height="179" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Pessoas que falam ao mesmo tempo que as outras, sem se darem tempo de ouvir os interlocutores. Estas pessoas podem discutir horas, embora afirmando a mesma coisa que o outro. Estão preocupadas em falar o que pensam e convencer o outro de que estão certas. A opinião do outro só é importante se coincidir com a sua. Não precisam de diálogo, mas de afirmação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;        O prazer deste tipo de pessoa está em ouvir sua voz e saber que alguém mais a escuta.&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSÃO:&lt;br /&gt;Existe o medo de não ser considerado.&lt;br /&gt;Para conviver com o falador, você tem que, com suavidade, convencê-lo de que fala demais; ou entender logo o que ele diz e mesmo não concordando, prometer que vai pensar no assunto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACOMODADO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img hspace="0" src="http://www.angelamoura.hpg.ig.com.br/mensagem/padrao_de_comportamento_img4.jpg" align="baseline" border="0" width="158" height="131" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Pessoas que não têm interesses maiores ou ambições. Preferem não se aprofundar muito a respeito de nada, para não terem grandes responsabilidades. Julgam não valer a pena se ocuparem com problemas e têm pouca capacidade de comprometimento com tarefas e situações. Acreditam que as coisas não têm importância e não levam a nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;        São pessoas que não se consideram com chances para os desafios maiores da vida e buscam a segurança no que lhes é familiar.&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSÃO:&lt;br /&gt;Existe o medo da responsabilidade e de não ser capaz de realizações.&lt;br /&gt;Para conviver com um acomodado, você vai precisar contagiá-lo com seu entusiasmo; ou procurar não exigir muito dele, para não ter que ouvir mil e uma justificativas. Leve em conta de que cada um só pode dar o que tem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESCONFIADO&lt;img hspace="0" src="http://www.angelamoura.hpg.ig.com.br/mensagem/padrao_de_comportamento_img5.gif" align="baseline" border="0" width="121" height="161" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Pessoas desconfiadas são as que imaginam a todo momento que o outro não fala a verdade, está escondendo algo ou tem segundas intenções. Pensam sempre o pior em relação às pessoas. Não conseguem acreditar que elas possam ser honestas, verdadeiras e coerentes com o que mostram ser. Consideram todos desonestos, mesmo com as provas em contrário, e estão sempre investigando os outros.&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSÃO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Existe o medo de repetir  experiências negativas.&lt;br /&gt;Para conviver com esse tipo, você precisa conquistar lentamente sua confiança; ou passar a vida toda provando que fala a verdade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISSONANTE&lt;img hspace="0" src="http://www.angelamoura.hpg.ig.com.br/mensagem/padrao_de_comportamento_img6.gif" align="baseline" border="0" width="203" height="142" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Pessoas que precisam viver em discordância para demonstrar o seu raciocínio rápido e suas idéias brilhantes, mesmo que só no julgamento delas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;        Precisam provar que estão certas e não permitem que alguém discorde, aja ou pense de modo diferente do que julgam o mais acertado. Gostam de pegar as pessoas desprevenidas para não lhes dar tempo de pensar. Normalmente, este tipo vence os adversários na base do cansaço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O seu prazer está em provar que é o melhor.&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSÃO:&lt;br /&gt;Existe o medo de perder ou ter que reformular suas idéias.&lt;br /&gt;Para conviver com o dissonante, você precisa ser sempre imprevisível e surpreendê-lo; ou não dar ouvido nem importância ao que ele fala para não ter muita dor de cabeça...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSSESSIVO&lt;img hspace="0" src="http://www.angelamoura.hpg.ig.com.br/mensagem/padrao_de_comportamento_img7.jpg" align="baseline" border="0" width="168" height="174" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Pessoas ciumentas que não permitem liberdade a você para compartilhar sua amizade e atenção com outros. Exigem preferência por tempo integral. Por todos os meios tentam ter exclusividade e posse sobre os amigos. Costumam ser pessoas inseguras e com baixa auto-estima.&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSÃO: Existe o medo de perder para outro em uma comparação.&lt;br /&gt;Para conviver com o possessivo, você tem que sufocá-lo de atenção e elogios... ou não vai poder elogiar nem admirar ninguém, porque se comentar que alguém é ótimo, ele vai reclamar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- E eu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESPEITADO&lt;img hspace="0" src="http://www.angelamoura.hpg.ig.com.br/mensagem/padrao_de_comportamento_img8.jpg" align="baseline" border="0" width="163" height="122" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Pessoas ameaçadas pelo sucesso dos outros em qualquer área. Antes que você possa descobrir que alguém é melhor, ele tenta queimar o filme de quem o ameace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;        Tem alguma semelhança com o possessivo, só que sua atenção está voltada não ao amor ou amizade, mas ao crédito e reconhecimento. No fundo, não acredita nem um pouco em sua capacidade.&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSÃO:&lt;br /&gt;Existe o medo de se mostrar incapaz ou pior que o outro.&lt;br /&gt;Para conviver com o despeitado e não instigar o seu despeito, procure não se expor muito. Com certeza, quem fala mal do amigo, amanhã vai falar de você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAIVOSO &lt;img hspace="0" src="http://www.angelamoura.hpg.ig.com.br/mensagem/padrao_de_comportamento_img9.jpg" align="baseline" border="0" width="150" height="196" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Pessoas que vivem constantemente irritadas com os outros. Em qualquer situação diferente, sentem-se acuadas e estão sempre na defensiva. Não conseguem se aproximar afetivamente das pessoas. A raiva é um trunfo para ameaçar as pessoas antes que elas o ameacem. Escondem, atrás da raiva, sua insegurança e todas as suas fraquezas.&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSÃO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Existe o medo de lidar com as emoções.&lt;br /&gt;Para conviver com o raivoso, você tem que deixar claro que não o ameaça nem morde. Portanto, não vai poder lhe fazer mal algum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDIFERENTE &lt;img hspace="0" src="http://www.angelamoura.hpg.ig.com.br/mensagem/padrao_de_comportamento_img10.gif" align="baseline" border="0" width="119" height="129" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Pessoas que tentam esconder suas emoções através da indiferença. Estas pessoas não se permitem envolvimento com nada e ninguém. Fazem com que suas atitudes simulem pouca importância a tudo. Podem, por vezes, serem confundidas com o tipo acomodado.&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSÃO:&lt;br /&gt;Existe o medo de lidar com a indiferença alheia.&lt;br /&gt;Para conviver com o indiferente, procure tentar emocioná-lo; ou pode ficar fingindo que as coisas não têm importância e você não está nem aí. Só não sei se vai conseguir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELINDROSO &lt;img hspace="0" src="http://www.angelamoura.hpg.ig.com.br/mensagem/padrao_de_comportamento_img11.jpg" align="baseline" border="0" width="169" height="128" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Pessoas que costumam estar sempre estressadas e podem ter atitudes descontroladas. Normalmente, as pessoas que vivem ao seu lado tratam-nas como 'especiais'. Precisam se policiar o tempo todo para não serem mal interpretadas e acabam estressadas também.&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSÃO:&lt;br /&gt;Existe o medo de ser magoado.&lt;br /&gt;Para conviver com o melindroso, você tem que ter muito tato ou pensar primeiro antes de falar e agir. 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border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;superioridade. Mesmo sem ninguém saber, estão o tempo todo competindo com outros. Vivem relatando suas façanhas e enumerando vantagens. Querem ser sempre melhores que todo o mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;        Na verdade, quando uma pessoa precisa provar alguma coisa é porque se sente insegura e acredita que os outros não confiam nela.&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSÃO:&lt;br /&gt;Existe o medo constante de perder em qualquer comparação.&lt;br /&gt;Para conviver com o competitivo você só tem duas saídas: finge ou acredita que ele é mesmo o melhor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXIBICIONISTA &lt;img hspace="0" src="http://www.angelamoura.hpg.ig.com.br/mensagem/padrao_de_comportamento_img13.jpg" align="baseline" border="0" width="114" height="171" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Pessoas que precisam de atenção e fazem tudo para obtê-la. Tentam inventar milhões de novidades para serem notadas.                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;       Normalmente, fazem coisas extravagantes e não podem ver um outro chamar mais atenção. Precisam acumular mais e mais vantagens.&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSÃO:&lt;br /&gt;Existe o medo de não ser notado, nem considerado.&lt;br /&gt;Para conviver com um exibicionista, você tem que ter a grandeza de deixá-lo aparecer sozinho, como única estrela no firmamento. Ou então: colocá-lo no escuro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img hspace="0" src="http://www.angelamoura.hpg.ig.com.br/mensagem/padrao_de_comportamento_img14.jpg" align="baseline" border="0" width="241" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;        É claro que se poderia continuar relacionando os tipos que andam por aí, com seus comportamentos viciados, como o omisso, o ansioso, o frustrado, o durão e outros. Mas você já os conhece.&lt;br /&gt;    Algumas pessoas vivem constantemente em climas viciados e competitivos, em que um quer mais é colocar o outro para baixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;        &lt;img hspace="0" src="http://www.angelamoura.hpg.ig.com.br/mensagem/padrao_de_comportamento_img15.gif" align="baseline" border="0" width="125" height="112" /&gt;Quanto mais baixo (ou com baixa auto-estima) o outro estiver, ele se sente maior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;        Infelizmente, essas pessoas só se enxergam por comparação. Para sentirem-se bem, precisam  ter a certeza de que existe alguém pior ou mais limitado.&lt;br /&gt;    Isso fica muito nítido na relação entre parceiros que convivem em clima de alta competição. A parceria competitiva pode se dar entre casais, colegas de trabalho, amigos ou estranhos. São relações de concorrência. Um sempre querendo provar ao outro quem é melhor, quem manda, quem é o mais inteligente, espirituoso, bonito, criativo... Quem ganha mais, tem mais sucesso, obtém melhores resultados. O que é mais querido e mais popular. Até quem parece mais velho ou mais jovem...&lt;br /&gt;    Para melhorar as relações com as pessoas, precisa-se ter o cuidado constante em não transformá-las em acirradas disputas pessoais com direito a torturas e golpes baixos.&lt;br /&gt;    A melhor atitude para lidar com qualquer tipo de comportamento viciado, conseguindo se relacionar bem com amigos, parceiros, colegas de trabalho e com a sua clientela é ficar de fora. De preferência, como mediador.         Tente se relacionar, observando, por algum tempo, o jogo nas relações entre as pessoas. A cada uma compete um papel. Opte pelo melhor - aquele que mais lhe agrade.&lt;br /&gt;    Para não ser levado pelo círculo vicioso, procure ter consciência da situação e antever o que pode conseguir com o papel que escolher. Cada um deve se responsabilizar pelo seu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;BOA SORTE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/17807783-3763687569017293154?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/3763687569017293154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=3763687569017293154&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/3763687569017293154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/3763687569017293154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2010/06/padrao-de-comportamento.html' title='PADRÃO DE COMPORTAMENTO'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-4636709207657342492</id><published>2010-05-11T10:40:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T10:45:05.393+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/S-kZBd6LQ4I/AAAAAAAAAd4/AC35g8fgU9A/s1600/Teacher_of_Golden_Rule3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/S-kZBd6LQ4I/AAAAAAAAAd4/AC35g8fgU9A/s400/Teacher_of_Golden_Rule3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469930735417377666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;O mundo está cheio de professores para você. Nem um único inimigo, apenas pessoas para ajudá-lo em seu caminho espiritual. O cara que ultrapassa você na via expressa está ali para ensiná-lo a relevar. A pessoa que se atrasa para um compromisso ensina-lhe a paciência. Sua esposa, ou marido, está ali para ensinar sobre a gentileza. (...) Freqüentemente as pessoas com as quais você mais se zanga são aquelas que têm mais a lhe ensinar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;(Lee L. Jampolsky do livro “Atitude para ser feliz”).&lt;/span&gt;&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/17807783-4636709207657342492?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/4636709207657342492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=4636709207657342492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/4636709207657342492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/4636709207657342492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-mundo-esta-cheio-de-professores-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/S-kZBd6LQ4I/AAAAAAAAAd4/AC35g8fgU9A/s72-c/Teacher_of_Golden_Rule3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-4642067121292051337</id><published>2010-05-03T13:04:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T13:09:01.187+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/S96uhPnkp6I/AAAAAAAAAdw/VKu1F9OGDpk/s1600/30981_10150184813890226_795930225_12352266_4083965_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466998883825788834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/S96uhPnkp6I/AAAAAAAAAdw/VKu1F9OGDpk/s400/30981_10150184813890226_795930225_12352266_4083965_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU ALREADY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-4642067121292051337?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/4642067121292051337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=4642067121292051337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/4642067121292051337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/4642067121292051337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-miss-you-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/S96uhPnkp6I/AAAAAAAAAdw/VKu1F9OGDpk/s72-c/30981_10150184813890226_795930225_12352266_4083965_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-5402408940515035724</id><published>2010-05-03T12:56:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T13:10:58.993+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/S96tlJ3-bcI/AAAAAAAAAdg/ZxbQjJ9hLQM/s1600/twin-souls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466997851491823042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/S96tlJ3-bcI/AAAAAAAAAdg/ZxbQjJ9hLQM/s400/twin-souls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am never without it (anywhere i go you go,my dear; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;whatever a sun will always sing is you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;here is the deepest secret nobody knows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-ee cummings-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This poem is very special 2 me and this is exaclly the way i feel about someone very very special, someone who woke me up inside in a way he can't even imagine.&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/17807783-5402408940515035724?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/5402408940515035724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=5402408940515035724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/5402408940515035724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/5402408940515035724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-carry-your-heart-with-me-i-carry-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/S96tlJ3-bcI/AAAAAAAAAdg/ZxbQjJ9hLQM/s72-c/twin-souls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-7244997231598856760</id><published>2010-04-14T11:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T11:29:56.877+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/S8WK5S1_TfI/AAAAAAAAAdE/B9urljD-nFM/s1600/VintageGarden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/S8WK5S1_TfI/AAAAAAAAAdE/B9urljD-nFM/s400/VintageGarden.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459922840172056050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Qualquer estúpido pode ser infeliz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Não é necessário alguém especial para ver problemas em qualquer coisa, a qualquer hora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Aliás, há pessoas que não desperdiçam uma oportunidade de sofrer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Mas saber transformar pequenos acontecimentos em fonte de alegria é habilidade de poucos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;(Roberto Shinyashiki do livro “O sucesso é ser feliz”)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/17807783-7244997231598856760?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/7244997231598856760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=7244997231598856760&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/7244997231598856760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/7244997231598856760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2010/04/qualquer-estupido-pode-ser-infeliz.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/S8WK5S1_TfI/AAAAAAAAAdE/B9urljD-nFM/s72-c/VintageGarden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-4130274124309561260</id><published>2010-03-30T11:34:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T11:36:05.445+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/S7HF7lv8ITI/AAAAAAAAAc8/QEoMjGOPZpA/s1600/z122608246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/S7HF7lv8ITI/AAAAAAAAAc8/QEoMjGOPZpA/s400/z122608246.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454358251258519858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;O segredo para uma vida com melhor saúde é sempre, perdoar e saber que ninguém é perfeito, e valorizar-se muito, afinal se você não der valor a você, ninguém te valorizá-la. Ame seus defeitos, suas qualidades pensando sempre em melhorar seus pontos a desenvolver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuidado com os sentimentos que vê que não são bons para você, perceba e veja o que pode mudar para não lhe fazer mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(243, 243, 243); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Segue uma tabela com algumas doenças e os sentimentos que as desencadeiam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigdalite : Emoções reprimidas, criatividade sufocada.&lt;br /&gt;Anorexia: Ódio ao extremo de si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Apendicite: Medo da vida. Bloqueio do fluxo do que é bom.&lt;br /&gt;Arteriosclerose: Resistência. Recusa em ver o bem.&lt;br /&gt;Asma: Sentimento contido, choro reprimido.&lt;br /&gt;Bronquite: Ambiente familiar “inflamado”, Gritos e discussões.&lt;br /&gt;Câncer: Mágoa profunda, tristezas mantidas por muito tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Colesterol: medo de aceitar alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Derrame: Resistência. Rejeição a vida.&lt;br /&gt;Diabetes: Tristeza profunda ( vida sem docura).&lt;br /&gt;Diarréia: Medo, rejeição, fuga (eliminar de dentro o que está ruim).&lt;br /&gt;Dor de cabeça: Autocrítica, falta de auto valorização.&lt;br /&gt;Enxaqueca: Medos sexuais. Raiva reprimida. Pessoa perfeccionista.&lt;br /&gt;Fibromas: Alimentar mágoas causadas pelo parceiro.&lt;br /&gt;Frigidez: Medo. Negação do prazer.&lt;br /&gt;Gastrite: Incerteza profunda. Sensação de condenação, idéias mal digeridas.&lt;br /&gt;Hemorróidas: Medo de prazos determinados. Raiva reprimida. Pessoa perfeccionista.&lt;br /&gt;Hepatite: Raiva, ódio. Resistência a mudanças.&lt;br /&gt;Insônia: Medo, culpa.&lt;br /&gt;Labirintite: Medo de não estar no controle.&lt;br /&gt;Meningite: Tumulto interior. Falta de apoio.&lt;br /&gt;Nódulo: Ressentimento, frustração. Ego ferido.&lt;br /&gt;Pele (acne): Individualidade ameaçada. Não aceitar a si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Pneumonia: Desespero. Cansaço da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Pressão Alta: Problema emocionalmente duradouro e não resolvido.&lt;br /&gt;Prisão de Ventre: Preso ao passado. Medo de não ter dinheiro suficiente.&lt;br /&gt;Pulmões: Medo de absorver a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quistos: Alimentar mágoa. Falsa evolução.&lt;br /&gt;Resfriados: Confusão mental, desordem, mágoas.&lt;br /&gt;Reumatismo: Sentir-se vítima. Falta de amor. Amargura.&lt;br /&gt;Rinite Alérgica: Congestão emocional. Culpa. Crença em perseguissão.&lt;br /&gt;Rins: Crítica, desapontamento, fracasso.&lt;br /&gt;Ronco: Teimosia, apego ao passado.&lt;br /&gt;Sinusite: Irritação com pessoas próximas.&lt;br /&gt;Tireóide: Humilhação.&lt;br /&gt;Úlceras: Medo. Crença de não ser bom o bastante.&lt;br /&gt;Varizes: Desencorajamento. Sentir-se sobrecarregado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louise Hay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/17807783-4130274124309561260?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/4130274124309561260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=4130274124309561260&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/4130274124309561260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/4130274124309561260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-segredo-para-uma-vida-com-melhor.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/S7HF7lv8ITI/AAAAAAAAAc8/QEoMjGOPZpA/s72-c/z122608246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-6345908469012773737</id><published>2010-03-01T10:19:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T10:22:21.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/S4uGsKRWAXI/AAAAAAAAAc0/ugheahXnGJM/s1600-h/Imagem+075.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/S4uGsKRWAXI/AAAAAAAAAc0/ugheahXnGJM/s400/Imagem+075.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443592667836842354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quero ficar só. Só eu e meus pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;Vou me esconder da multidão; sair de fininho, fugir pro meu cantinho e me perder na minha imaginacão.&lt;br /&gt;Quero me achar em um outro mundo, fazer de conta que sei, que sei de tudo que se passa em mim e assim descobrir o que talvez sempre soube mas não sabia, nunca quis saber ou nunca quis ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero o sillêncio, quero ouvir minha tempestade interna. Quero tirar as rédeas da minha mente e sentir minha alma voar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou indo, tenho um encontro marcado...&lt;br /&gt;Um encontro comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/17807783-6345908469012773737?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/6345908469012773737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=6345908469012773737&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/6345908469012773737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/6345908469012773737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2010/03/quero-ficar-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/S4uGsKRWAXI/AAAAAAAAAc0/ugheahXnGJM/s72-c/Imagem+075.0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-1339021184076745004</id><published>2010-01-12T15:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T15:37:32.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/S0yI-p5GYnI/AAAAAAAAAbk/hxpDw0Idw9I/s1600-h/17256_407305910225_795930225_10570644_5336883_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/S0yI-p5GYnI/AAAAAAAAAbk/hxpDw0Idw9I/s400/17256_407305910225_795930225_10570644_5336883_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425862261053219442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span name="caption" id="caption"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Extremamente difícil, minhas obviedades possuem mapas complexos, os inúmeros x apontando o local exato do tesouro são quase todos falsos, eivados de selvas emaranhados, lagos barrentos infestados de piranhas, crocodilos famintos, pigmeus vorazes, caçadores de cabeças, tigres enfurecidos, ninhos de serpentes, pestes tropicais, febres malignas, curares e tisanas. Mas para o bom caçador, e aprendi também a importância de deixar o caçador supor ser caçador quando na verdade é o caçado, eu, pantera astuciosa de garras afiadas, andar felino, ferocidades invisíveis....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/17807783-1339021184076745004?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1339021184076745004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=1339021184076745004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/1339021184076745004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/1339021184076745004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2010/01/extremamente-dificil-minhas-obviedades.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/S0yI-p5GYnI/AAAAAAAAAbk/hxpDw0Idw9I/s72-c/17256_407305910225_795930225_10570644_5336883_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-1962444553989301053</id><published>2010-01-06T16:18:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T17:03:52.998+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/S0S0X8xn9MI/AAAAAAAAAbM/7eyhRV9KfCI/s1600-h/oracao-de-ogum-8ebe4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/S0S0X8xn9MI/AAAAAAAAAbM/7eyhRV9KfCI/s400/oracao-de-ogum-8ebe4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423658174805177538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/S0SykNGg0NI/AAAAAAAAAbE/-pZgfSccQXI/s1600-h/sao_jorge_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/S0SykNGg0NI/AAAAAAAAAbE/-pZgfSccQXI/s400/sao_jorge_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423656186322931922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/S0SyEEOD87I/AAAAAAAAAa8/dy7AbKa4uOg/s1600-h/Barbara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/S0SyEEOD87I/AAAAAAAAAa8/dy7AbKa4uOg/s400/Barbara.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423655634182861746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/S0Sw6ySPnzI/AAAAAAAAAaw/5q9jLJc_iPQ/s1600-h/Ians_94x58_Pintado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/S0Sw6ySPnzI/AAAAAAAAAaw/5q9jLJc_iPQ/s400/Ians_94x58_Pintado.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423654375238115122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;FELIZ 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; line-height: 15px; font-family:arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;O Ano de 2010 será regido por São Jorge e Santa Bárbara - Ogum e&lt;br /&gt;Iansã.&lt;br /&gt;Cores: Verde e vermelho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Garamond;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Garamond;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Garamond;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Garamond;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; font-family:Garamond;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; font-family:Garamond;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;ANSÃ, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; font-family:Garamond;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;A DEUSA DOS VENTOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Garamond;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-weight: normal; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Senhora da Tarde, Dona dos Espíritos. Senhora dos Raios e das Tempestades. Oyá, mais conhecida no Brasil como Yansã, foi uma princesa real na cidade de Irá, na Nigéria em 1450a.C.. Sobrinha-neta do rei Elempe e neta de Torossi(mãe de Xangô), conquistou com valentia, coragem e dedicação seu caminho para o trono de Oyó. Conhecedora de todos os meandros da magia encantada, nunca se deixou abater por guerras, problemas e disputas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Foi mulher de seu primo Xangô e ajudou-o a conquistar vários reinos anexados ao Império Yorubano. Porém, abandonou-o em defesa de sua cidade natal, disposta a enfrentá-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Oyá é a menina dos olhos de Oxalá, seu protetor, e a única divindade que entra no Ibalé dos Eguns(mortos). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Na Bahia é sincretizada com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Santa Bárbara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Divindade ctoniana, Iansã tem ligações com o mundo subterrâneo, onde habitam os mortos, sendo o único orixá capaz de enfrentar os eguns. Entre as dezessete individuações da multifária Iansã, uma delas é como Deusa dos Cemitérios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Além do contato com os mortos, Iansã também favorece a fecundidade, atributo inerente aos deuses ctonianos. Deusa das tempestades, contribui para a fertilidade do solo. Divindade eólica, sopram os ventos que afastam as nuvens, para a passagem dos raios desferidos por Xangô. E é o raio que abre os reservatórios do céu, para fazer cair a chuva, relação comum em todas as mitologias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Garamond;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Garamond;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Garamond;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-weight: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Padroeira contra os raios e tempestades - (2 de dezembro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Bárbara, que sois mais forte que as torres das fortalezas e a violência dos furacões, fazei que os raios não me atinjam, os trovões não me assustem e o troar dos canhões não me abalem a coragem e a bravura, Ficai sempre ao meu lado para que eu possa enfrentar de fronte erguida e rosto sereno todas as tempestades e batalhas de minha vida, para que, vencedor de todas as lutas, com a consciência do dever cumprido, possa agradecer a vós, minha protetora, e render graça a Deus, criador do céu, da terra e da natureza: este Deus que tem o poder de dominar a furor das tempestades e abrandar a crueldade das guerras.&lt;br /&gt;Santa Bárbara, rogai por nós!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;São Jorge nasceu na Capadócia no ano de 280. No final do século III, o cristão Jorge trocou a Capadócia, na Turquia, pela Palestina, vindo a ingressar no exército de Diocleciano. Jorge logo se destacou, sendo elevado a conde e depois a tribuno militar. Tudo ia bem, até que as perseguições aos seguidores de Cristo reiniciaram. O rapaz não quis negar sua fé, fazendo com que Diocleciano se sentisse traído. O imperador, então, condenou-o às mais terríveis torturas. E Jorge consegiu vencer a todas elas. Suportando uma dor atrás da outra, o filho da Capadócia suportou as lanças dos soldados, permaneceu firme sob o peso de uma imensa pedra, obteve a cicatrização imediata das navalhadas que recebeu e resistiu ao calor de uma fornalha de cal. A cada vitória sobre as torturas, Jorge ia convertendo mais e mais soldados. O imperador, contrariado, chamou um mago para acabar com a força de Jorge. O santo tomou duas poções e, mesmo assim, manteve-se firme e vivo. O feiticeiro juntou-se à lista dos convertidos, assim como a própria esposa do imperador. Estas duas últimas "traições" levaram Diocleciano a mandar degolar o ex-soldado em 23 de abril de 303. Conta-se ainda que o bravo militar matou um dragão para salvar a filha do rei de Selena e todos os habitantes desta cidade Líbia. Lenda ou realidade, o fato é que São Jorge nos lembra que todos nós temos algum desafio a vencer nesta vida, seja o nosso orgulho, o nosso egoísmo ou mesmo problemas que nos afetam no dia-a-dia. Como ele, devemos permanecer fortes e corajosos, independentes dos desafios que a vida nos traga. Assim, como Jorge, havemos de vencer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 19px; font-family:verdana, tahoma, arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px;  font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ogum (Ògún) é o temível guerreiro, violento e implacável, deus do ferro, da metalurgia e da tecnologia; protector do ferreiros, agricultores, caçadores, carpinteiros, escultores, sapateiros, talhantes, metalúrgicos, marceneiros, maquinistas, mecânicos, motoristas e de todos os profissionais que de alguma forma lidam com o ferro ou metais afins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px;  font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Orixá conquistador, Ogum fez-se respeitar em toda a África negra pelo seu carácter devastador. Foram muitos os reinos que se curvaram diante do poder militar de Ogum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px;  font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Entre os muitos Estados conquistados por Ogum estava a cidade de Iré, da qual se tornou senhor após matar o rei e substituí-lo pelo seu, próprio filho, regressando glorioso com o título de Oníìré, ou seja, Rei de Iré.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/17807783-1962444553989301053?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1962444553989301053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=1962444553989301053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/1962444553989301053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/1962444553989301053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2010/01/feliz-2010-o-ano-de-2010-sera-regido.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/S0S0X8xn9MI/AAAAAAAAAbM/7eyhRV9KfCI/s72-c/oracao-de-ogum-8ebe4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-2751673948318286097</id><published>2010-01-06T16:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T16:07:27.182+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/S0SnATHazeI/AAAAAAAAAak/oKvFQlv3kJU/s1600-h/OgAAAPoIRsDj9HYMA5Haw9YmM08gJZIbvnA-MJfkJ6PSCorJqKPS3Mqc4snaJEx25Rz_XHEzBAt5KKz2n-zqzMNxQmwAm1T1UH3wMNdJEimI_jT5DdmoJbv2go6W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/S0SlA5KTbxI/AAAAAAAAAaU/lEPJCAgQXcg/s400/1262692511054_f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423641286023540498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(188, 143, 143); line-height: 15px; font-family:arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Toda mulher é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(188, 143, 143); line-height: 15px; font-family:arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;doida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#BC8F8F;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(188, 143, 143); line-height: 15px; font-family:arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Impossível não ser. A gente nasce com um dispositivo interno que nos informa desde cedo que, sem amor, a vida não vale a pena ser vivida, e dá-lhe usar nosso poder de sedução para encontrar the big one, aquele que será inteligente, másculo, se importará com nossos sentimentos e não nos deixará na mão jamais. Uma tarefa que dá para ocupar uma vida, não é mesmo ? Mas além disso temos que ser independentes, bonitas, ter filhos e fingir de vez em quando que somos santas, ajuizadas, responsáveis e que nunca, mas nunca, pensaremos em jogar tudo para o alto e embarcar em um navio pirata comandado pelo Johnny Depp, ou então virar a loura e cafetina, ou sei lá, diga aí uma fantasia secreta, sua imaginação deve ser melhor do que a minha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu só conheço mulher louca. Pense em qualquer uma que você conhece e me diga se ela não tem ao menos três dessas qualificações: exagerada, dramática, verborrágica, maníaca, fantasiosa, apaixonada, delirante. Pois então. Também é louca. E fascina a todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as mulheres estão dispostas a abrir a janela, não importa a idade que tenham. Nossa insanidade tem nome: chama-se Vontade de Viver até a Última Gota. Só as cansadas é que se recusam a levantar da cadeira para ver quem está chamando lá fora. E santa, fica combinado, não existe. Uma mulher que só reze, que tenha desisitido dos prazeres da inquietude, que não deseje mais nada ? Você vai concordar comigo: só se for louca de pedra."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trecho perfeito de Martha Medeiros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-3214844105421479523?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/3214844105421479523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=3214844105421479523&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/3214844105421479523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/3214844105421479523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2010/01/toda-mulher-e-doida.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/S0SlA5KTbxI/AAAAAAAAAaU/lEPJCAgQXcg/s72-c/1262692511054_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-4041549031649894877</id><published>2009-12-18T11:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T11:13:41.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SytVhIdW8eI/AAAAAAAAAaE/2A3gxxlP5pU/s1600-h/IMG_8923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SytVhIdW8eI/AAAAAAAAAaE/2A3gxxlP5pU/s400/IMG_8923.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416517004537819618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="fr0"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Eu estou consciente e tenho o poder de pensar como eu quero. Tenho  o direito de pensar no que eu quero para o meu próprio bem. Eu tenho e posso  impor ao meu mundo interior tudo aquilo que eu quiser. E quero me sintonizar com  o melhor. Esqueço, a partir de agora, a pessoa que eu fui, sobretudo meus vícios  de pensamentos. Penso apenas na paz. Penso nela, permitindo que seu perfume  toque minha aura e atinja todas as áreas da minha vida, todos os cantos do meu  corpo. Penso na paz com uma mensagem de ordem e equilíbrio perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo fluir na minha cabeça a consciência do 'eu posso'. Eu posso estar  na paz. Impor essa paz é praticar o meu poder pessoal com responsabilidade  divina, obtida por herança natural. O melhor para mim é um grande sorriso no  peito. É a felicidade barata e fácil a que tenho direito. É tão simples pensar  que o melhor está em mim! A beleza está em mim. A suavidade está em mim. A  ternura, o calor, a lucidez e o esplendor das mais belas formas do universo  estão em mim. Aí eu me abro inteira, viro do avesso e sinto que não há  fronteiras nem barreiras para mim. Sinto que o limite é apenas uma impressão.  Sinto que cada condição foi apenas a insistência de uma posição. Sinto que sou  livre para deixar trocar qualquer posição por outra melhor. Sou livre para  descartar qualquer pensamento ruim, qualquer sentimento ou hábito negativo,  qualquer paixão dolorosa. Porque eu sou espírito. Sou luz da vida em forma de  pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, universo, eu estou aberta para o melhor para mim. Eu sei que  muitas vezes sou levada por uma série de pensamentos ruins. Mas é porque eu não  conhecia a força da perfeição. Eu não conhecia a lei do melhor. Agora eu me  entrego, me comprometo comigo, com o universo e contigo. Vou manter a minha  mente aberta. Esse momento me desperta, me traz a inspiração ao longo do dia  onde se efetiva a luz que irradia para quem insiste no próprio aperfeiçoamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero pensar nas minhas fraquezas. Quero olhar bem fundo nos meus  olhos e ver como eu sou bonita, como fiz e faço coisas maravilhosas e como o meu  peito está cheio de vontade. Eu assumo a responsabilidade sobre essas vontades e  me projeto com força nessa identidade de saber que eu posso, sim, fazer o  melhor. Despertar o meu espírito é viver nele. É ter a satisfação de ser eu  mesma. É poder ser original, única, pequena e grande ao mesmo tempo. Sei agora  que o melhor está a meu favor. Meu sucesso, aliás, é o sucesso de Deus que se  manifesta em mim como pessoa em transformação. Eu sinto como se tivesse sentado  nessa cadeira da solidez universal porque eu estou no meu melhor. Porque sou o  sucesso da eternidade, porque estou há milhares de anos seguindo e não fui  destruída. Porque o universo garante. Grito dentro de mim mesma: de todas as  coisas da vida, o melhor ainda sou eu. O melhor sou eu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Luiz_Gasparetto/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Luiz Gasparetto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-4041549031649894877?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/4041549031649894877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=4041549031649894877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/4041549031649894877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/4041549031649894877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2009/12/eu-estou-consciente-e-tenho-o-poder-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SytVhIdW8eI/AAAAAAAAAaE/2A3gxxlP5pU/s72-c/IMG_8923.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-7877881485802539804</id><published>2009-09-03T12:34:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T12:40:51.541+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/Sp-c-zw2u0I/AAAAAAAAAZw/zS3uxlVgia8/s1600-h/6174_254155095225_795930225_8417759_7578128_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377189082964605762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/Sp-c-zw2u0I/AAAAAAAAAZw/zS3uxlVgia8/s320/6174_254155095225_795930225_8417759_7578128_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saudades do meu cantinho especial...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escrevendo eu sou capaz de expressar palavras que eu jamais deixaria fluir pelo som da minha voz.&lt;/div&gt;Abençoado seja meu cantinho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-7877881485802539804?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/7877881485802539804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=7877881485802539804&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/7877881485802539804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/7877881485802539804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2009/09/saudades-do-meu-cantinho-especial.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/Sp-c-zw2u0I/AAAAAAAAAZw/zS3uxlVgia8/s72-c/6174_254155095225_795930225_8417759_7578128_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-7600580916838404060</id><published>2009-04-08T11:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:57:59.340+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Law of ONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/86tl-2VcJiQ' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/86tl-2VcJiQ'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-7600580916838404060?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/7600580916838404060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=7600580916838404060&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/7600580916838404060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/7600580916838404060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2009/04/law-of-one.html' title='The Law of ONE'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-2443878743207508460</id><published>2009-04-08T11:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:32:36.650+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gentle and Forgotten Art of Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/K6CL5J_4u1Y' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/K6CL5J_4u1Y'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;life itself is a blessing! with all its hardships and joys!! :-) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-2443878743207508460?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/2443878743207508460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=2443878743207508460&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/2443878743207508460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/2443878743207508460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2009/04/gentle-and-forgotten-art-of-blessing.html' title='The Gentle and Forgotten Art of Blessing'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-8899020131091416483</id><published>2009-04-08T11:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:30:36.591+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ADELE - Make You Feel My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/0put0_a--Ng' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/0put0_a--Ng'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the rain is blowing in your face,&lt;br /&gt;and the whole world is on your case,&lt;br /&gt;I could offer you a warm embrace&lt;br /&gt;to make you feel my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the evening shadows and the stars appear,&lt;br /&gt;and there is no one there to dry your tears,&lt;br /&gt;I could hold you for a million years&lt;br /&gt;to make you feel my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you haven't made your mind up yet,&lt;br /&gt;but I would never do you wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I've known it from the moment that we met,&lt;br /&gt;no doubt in my mind where you belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd go hungry; I'd go black and blue,&lt;br /&gt;I'd go crawling down the avenue.&lt;br /&gt;No, there's nothing that I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;to make you feel my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storms are raging on the rolling sea&lt;br /&gt;and on the highway of regret.&lt;br /&gt;Though winds of change are throwing wild and free,&lt;br /&gt;you ain't seen nothing like me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could make you happy, make your dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing that I wouldn't do.&lt;br /&gt;Go to the ends of the Earth for you,&lt;br /&gt;to make you feel my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-8899020131091416483?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/8899020131091416483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=8899020131091416483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/8899020131091416483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/8899020131091416483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2009/04/adele-make-you-feel-my-love.html' title='ADELE - Make You Feel My Love'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-2259488454384193243</id><published>2009-04-07T10:07:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T10:16:09.454+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SdsLo1Oa8AI/AAAAAAAAAZI/JYoCjHQajvA/s1600-h/ATgAAADABVKIaWMKkPIxRNwCvXi6fm4jb7jmOrkqhi8j_16c-8eYVCjjEJncdgqws9gbgvxMQqYDY8cw-WIBaFT1RGP6AJtU9VDB_5Gmqa-6vMSMVWHjpEXAGWwvkg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321860180778610690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SdsLo1Oa8AI/AAAAAAAAAZI/JYoCjHQajvA/s320/ATgAAADABVKIaWMKkPIxRNwCvXi6fm4jb7jmOrkqhi8j_16c-8eYVCjjEJncdgqws9gbgvxMQqYDY8cw-WIBaFT1RGP6AJtU9VDB_5Gmqa-6vMSMVWHjpEXAGWwvkg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Segundo minha própria observação, acho que a mulher não separou, como o homem, amor e sensualidade. Amor e sensualidade estão geralmente interligados na mulher; ela precisa amar o homem ao qual se entrega e ser amada por ele. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na relação amorosa ela precisa estar segura de que se trata de amor e de que o ato sexual representa apenas uma parte da troca ditada pelo amor. Os homens costumam se queixar de que as mulheres necessitam de segurança e exigem provas de amor. Os japoneses reconheceram essa necessidade e antigamente era de regra que o homem escrevesse, após uma noite de amor, um poema que deveria chegar à amada antes do seu despertar. Não seria esta uma maneira de vincular o ato amoroso ao amor?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acho que as mulheres reparam até hoje numa partida precipitada ou na falta de respeito ao ritual que foi cumprido; elas ainda precisam das juras, do telefonema, da carta, gestos que fazem do ato sexual um ato único, e não anônimo e puramente sexual.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pode ser que esse aspecto desapareça – ou não – na mulher moderna, decidida a renegar todos os componentes de sua antiga personalidade, e que ela chegue a separar o sexo do amor, o que, na minha opinião, diminuirá o prazer e prejudicará a qualidade do ato amoroso. É o conteúdo afetivo ato amoroso que o realça, o eleva e o intensifica. Como a diferença entre um solista e as ricas variações de uma orquestra. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Anaïs Nin-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O erotismo feminino (publicado em Playgirl, abril de 1974.)&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/17807783-2259488454384193243?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/2259488454384193243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=2259488454384193243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/2259488454384193243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/2259488454384193243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2009/04/segundo-minha-propria-observacao-acho.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SdsLo1Oa8AI/AAAAAAAAAZI/JYoCjHQajvA/s72-c/ATgAAADABVKIaWMKkPIxRNwCvXi6fm4jb7jmOrkqhi8j_16c-8eYVCjjEJncdgqws9gbgvxMQqYDY8cw-WIBaFT1RGP6AJtU9VDB_5Gmqa-6vMSMVWHjpEXAGWwvkg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-5661564265743596688</id><published>2009-02-25T11:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T11:21:36.081+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SaUbobiHj1I/AAAAAAAAAZA/rtwUexn49YM/s1600-h/1234814890310_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306678117325573970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SaUbobiHj1I/AAAAAAAAAZA/rtwUexn49YM/s320/1234814890310_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, the education, the money, than circumstances, than failure, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company... a church... a home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The remarkable thing is we have a choice everyday regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past... we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it. And so it is with you... we are in charge of our Attitudes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-Charles R. Swindoll-&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/17807783-5661564265743596688?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/5661564265743596688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=5661564265743596688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/5661564265743596688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/5661564265743596688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2009/02/longer-i-live-more-i-realize-impact-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SaUbobiHj1I/AAAAAAAAAZA/rtwUexn49YM/s72-c/1234814890310_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-97151794306311833</id><published>2009-01-30T12:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:47:18.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SYLouwgcNaI/AAAAAAAAAYs/k5cXRm8sCk8/s1600-h/emo-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297052001733719458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SYLouwgcNaI/AAAAAAAAAYs/k5cXRm8sCk8/s320/emo-1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/i_don-t_know_if_i_continue-even_today-always/9187.html"&gt;I don't know if I continue, even today, always liking myself. But what I learned to do many years ago was to forgive myself. It is very important for every human being to forgive herself or himself because if you live, you will make mistakes- it is inevitable. But once you do and you see the mistake, then you forgive yourself and say, 'well, if I'd known better I'd have done better,' that's all. So you say to people who you think you may have injured, 'I'm sorry,' and then you say to yourself, 'I'm sorry.' If we all hold on to the mistake, we can't see our own glory in the mirror because we have the mistake between our faces and the mirror; we can't see what we're capable of being. You can ask forgiveness of others, but in the end the real forgiveness is in one's own self. I think that young men and women are so caught by the way they see themselves. Now mind you. When a larger society sees them as unattractive, as threats, as too black or too white or too poor or too fat or too thin or too sexual or too asexual, that's rough. But you can overcome that. The real difficulty is to overcome how you think about yourself. If we don't have that we never grow, we never learn, and sure as hell we should never teach.&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/maya_angelou/"&gt;Maya Angelou quotes&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a class="sqb" href="http://thinkexist.com/nationality/american_authors/"&gt;American&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="sqb" href="http://thinkexist.com/occupation/famous_poets/"&gt;Poet&lt;/a&gt;, b.&lt;a class="sqb" href="http://thinkexist.com/birthday/april_4/"&gt;1928&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/17807783-97151794306311833?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/97151794306311833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=97151794306311833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/97151794306311833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/97151794306311833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-know-if-i-continue-even-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SYLouwgcNaI/AAAAAAAAAYs/k5cXRm8sCk8/s72-c/emo-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-8575268856635018133</id><published>2009-01-26T15:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:19:22.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SX3GU7fn1iI/AAAAAAAAAYk/rEenhIFgUQc/s1600-h/ATcAAADEXl_-m7jIosBftqqn418NbOuvJ-VVaeDzKV7wa9r8lihKnq7ReiiKKDDz131Jv9EK4e4IG-qZH_pAozFnwgX-AJtU9VByEP_eIwqgIpezOjLyRWf5sUOdvQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295606799727580706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SX3GU7fn1iI/AAAAAAAAAYk/rEenhIFgUQc/s320/ATcAAADEXl_-m7jIosBftqqn418NbOuvJ-VVaeDzKV7wa9r8lihKnq7ReiiKKDDz131Jv9EK4e4IG-qZH_pAozFnwgX-AJtU9VByEP_eIwqgIpezOjLyRWf5sUOdvQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Ik moet leren surfen over de golven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ik moet me laten dragen door het water en gaan waar het water me naartoe leidt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alles wat ik kan doen is proberen om op de golven te blijven, ik heb geen controle over de diepte van de zee en de kracht van de wind. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Isabel Allende-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-8575268856635018133?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/8575268856635018133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=8575268856635018133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/8575268856635018133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/8575268856635018133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2009/01/ik-moet-leren-surfen-over-de-golven.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SX3GU7fn1iI/AAAAAAAAAYk/rEenhIFgUQc/s72-c/ATcAAADEXl_-m7jIosBftqqn418NbOuvJ-VVaeDzKV7wa9r8lihKnq7ReiiKKDDz131Jv9EK4e4IG-qZH_pAozFnwgX-AJtU9VByEP_eIwqgIpezOjLyRWf5sUOdvQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-2334442896830979214</id><published>2009-01-07T10:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T10:59:45.847+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Predictions: The year of the Ox</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SWR89-z4UmI/AAAAAAAAAXs/ymXffw7eL8g/s1600-h/1-ox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288489266714268258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SWR89-z4UmI/AAAAAAAAAXs/ymXffw7eL8g/s320/1-ox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My purpose is to alleviate chaos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And perpetuate stability&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To hold my ground against&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hardship, danger and adversity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Steadfast and above reproach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am here to enforce honor and fair play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To set a moral code&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;By becoming one with nature,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Constantly working toward my goal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To bring about harmony and good fortune,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I AM THE OX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year of the Ox is just what’s needed to clean up any mess and clutter left by the Rat. The Ox is not as he appears and should not be underestimated or considered slow or unaware.&lt;br /&gt;The Ox is the quintessential hardworking, conventional cleaner-upper who will put everything back in order and turn chaos back into reason.&lt;br /&gt;There is no room for anyone looking for a free ride during an Ox year. Hard work pays and laziness does not. It’s a plain-and-simple, cut-and-dried, yes-and-no type year. It’s a year to get papers in order and your life back on track, and to do whatever it takes to budget and plan for your financial future, lessening the stress and securing your position. Tradition will be important and keeping order and making sure that everyone plays by the rules a must.&lt;br /&gt;The Ox doesn’t care for sob stories or those looking for a handout. There is nothing less appealing to an Ox than someone wanting his or her way paid for. You must gain respect through your actions if you want to fare well during the year of the Ox.&lt;br /&gt;The United States must curtail ambition and set goals within reach. Limited profits will leave many without. Strict budgeting, joining together as one regardless of race, creed, color or political beliefs will be essential. It will take a strong leader, ready to do whatever is necessary to ignite a nation struggling to reinforce its voice and place in a world gone awry. New strategy and a bold jump into the future will be essential to maintain a leadership position. New measures must be implemented throughout 2009 to prepare for the vast opportunities this great nation has heading its way in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;Although Canada has much to be grateful for, the year of the Ox will bring with it restrictions and an overflow of what’s happening economically in the U.S. With rising costs, the tightening of the belt by both government and individuals will be necessary. As a collective group, Canadians tend to be conservative like the Ox and, if great caution is taken in 2009, Canada will enjoy a much better harvest as the year comes to a close.&lt;br /&gt;Although the Ox year will enable the United Kingdom to bring order back and allow progress once again, this will only occur with hard work and desire to make its own opportunities. The greatest problems will stem from what is expected of them by other nations who will put them in a position requiring strength of character and the wisdom that comes with experience. Colonies will be a concern and must be handled with unprecedented diplomacy.&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest of us walking the planet, the Ox will not put up with anything short of supreme effort. No one will be able to get by without putting out. It will be necessary for everyone to plan carefully for the future and to live on less and give more in order to support the falling economy. It will be up to the people to question their leaders, to make sure they don’t give supremacy to just anyone and to remind the powers that hold our fragile existence by a string that it isn’t the individuals living on the planet who cannot get along but our leaders who cannot resolve issues peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;The Ox calls for simplicity, patience and the ability to work as one. The less cordial the main players are, the less we will accomplish as a collective group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ARIES (March 21-April 19):&lt;/span&gt; Imagination, ingenuity and intelligence will bring opportunities if you can also keep things simple, cost-efficient and serviceable. You will not be short of good ideas and you will express your hopes and wishes with such conviction and knowledge that it will be difficult for your audience to not want to join your team. Action, hard work and confidence will be your ticket back into the limelight. Your diligence and long hours will equate to great gains but, as usual, holding on to what you get will not be easy.&lt;br /&gt;You will be able to feel change heading your way but don’t jump the gun. Impulsive action will spin into a cycle that will be difficult to control, let alone stop. You have plenty of time ahead to welcome the unexpected into your life. For now and throughout the year of the Ox, center, ground and position yourself securely to the ideals, possessions and the long-term strategy that will help guide you through the lightning-quick decisions that will be expected of you.&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time to set yourself up for the future, not to charge ahead in your usual fashion without a care in the world. Take the ultimate Aries challenge and hold your ground rather than breaking new ground or trying to be first at everything. This year, you will be better off observing, planning and positioning yourself to be the best, not the first. So wait and see where everyone else is going and adjust accordingly. Holding back doesn’t suit your impetuous nature, but this is a year to learn the lesson of patience, tolerance and practicality.&lt;br /&gt;There is no other route for you to take if you want the years ahead to be successful. After all, it’s the strength of your foundation that will carry you through the exciting times ahead. So put your ideas down on paper and do the necessary preparations. Then you’ll be fully ready to take advantage of the seven years of incredible changes that will take you from this year of planning to full-fledged, on-the-spot adventure.&lt;br /&gt;Love: Harsh reality is likely to surface emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;Money: Stick to conservative investments. Size down if necessary.&lt;br /&gt;Health: Avoid products that promise the impossible. Common sense will rule.&lt;br /&gt;Best months of the year: February, May, July, October and December.&lt;br /&gt;What you should strive for: Regain all that has been taken from you in the past.&lt;br /&gt;Fashion: Simple but different -- it’s time to make a statement and be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky numbers: 6, 13, 19, 25, 30, 34, 41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TAURUS (April 20-May 20):&lt;/span&gt; You’ll be passionate, adaptable and geared up to get what you want this year, sporting a new attitude that will be easily recognized by both shysters and upstanding associates. You’ll want to act fast and take on too much -- the exact two elements that will lead to your downfall. Be smart: Remember your Bullish characteristics and allow them to balance any desire to leap before you look. Surround yourself with people who question and perfect everything you do. It’s the combination of a great idea and the right team that will lead to your success.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many variables to deal with during the year of the Ox and, if you are too eager to spread yourself around or take on too much, you will fall short and spin into a down cycle. Don’t be stubborn -- this is not the year to take a risk or to be arrogant about your position, direction or capabilities. Nothing will be etched in stone and protection will be the key. Don’t be fooled by your past position. Not only will the past not count, but you will only be as good or useable as your latest project.&lt;br /&gt;The very things and people you knew as being constant will no longer hold that label and for you, the dance of a lifetime will begin. It’s time to pull everything back and secure what you have for the long-term, as nothing will be sacred or safe for years to come. Protection should be your middle name and the traits that have made you successful in the past must be brought to the forefront. No lending, borrowing or giving to charity, for now is the time for restraint and recycling.&lt;br /&gt;Do not be fooled by wily individuals who can talk a good talk but are not likely to deliver. Desperate times may lead to desperate measures but, unless you can truly gauge the outcome, take a pass and live within your means. If anyone tells you to go-big-or-go-home, take flight and don’t look back. It’s time to horde, not squander and you do that wonderfully when you put your mind to it.&lt;br /&gt;Love: Deception cannot be ruled out. Ask questions and stick to stable partners.&lt;br /&gt;Money: Serious investments will tie up your cash and keep it in a safe place.&lt;br /&gt;Health: Stick to a routine that incorporates physical exercise and regular meals.&lt;br /&gt;Best months of the year: January, April, August, September, October.&lt;br /&gt;What you should strive for: security, perfection and maintaining balance Fashion: Understated, elegant and classic ... rich, warm colors and natural fabrics.&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky numbers: 3, 9, 17, 20, 28, 34, 49.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GEMINI (May 21-June 20):&lt;/span&gt; If you put in the time to perfect your skills, the sky is the limit during the year of the Ox. Emotionally, mentally and creatively you will be at the top of your game with lots of opportunities heading your way. Honesty and love will be the main issues, especially if your flirtatious ways get out of control. You’ll entice partners you should leave alone and be tempted to get involved in affairs that can end up destroying all that you have worked so hard to achieve. Think before you throw it all away. The choice is yours.&lt;br /&gt;You can dance with the best but you can also make unwise moves just trying to keep up or to make an unnecessary impression. These are the days of the past not the future, so let your reputation proceed you and you can avoid having to prove your talents over and over again. As long as you utilize the year of the Ox to position yourself for the future, instead of trying to make this the be-all and end-all year to excel, you will open a passageway that will lead to greater gains than you could have ever imagined.&lt;br /&gt;It’s your turn to take advantage of what unfolds and not to worry so much about what happens to others. Live in the moment and be shrewd and calculating and focus on your own prosperity, riches and circumstances. Make others’ mistakes your good luck. Your attitude must be every-man-for-himself, as you swiftly swoop down and gobble up all that’s abandoned or lost by others. Your good eye won’t let you down. Stop looking at a small picture when it’s a mural that is being painted. Allow the time for proper growth and you will reap rewards that far exceed your expectations. It may be a time of restraint but, positioned and marketed well, you, my friend, can turn someone else’s sour lemon into your lemonade. This is not the time to feel sorry for the losses others incur but a time to take advantage of the good fortune it has made for you.&lt;br /&gt;Love: Boredom, coupled with passion, spells secret affairs.&lt;br /&gt;Money: You will prosper off others’ mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Health: Poor diagnosis will cause worry when it’s lifestyle stress making you ill.&lt;br /&gt;Best months of the year: February, May, July, September, October.&lt;br /&gt;What you should strive for: professional gains and personal restraint.&lt;br /&gt;Fashion: clean cut with trendy, unique accessories.&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky numbers: 8, 13, 15, 23, 36, 39, 45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CANCER (June 21-July 22):&lt;/span&gt; It’s time for a little self-realization and reevaluation. Take a critical look at your life, state of mind, physical well-being and financial status. It’s time to revamp top to bottom and without hesitation. Get with the times and make a point of putting yourself first this year. No more give-all to gain popularity. It’s all about you and where you want to be a year from now. Strategy must be strict and well laid out. Budget tight, fitness a must, self-help books and seminars top of your list. If you can primarily work on yourself, unbelievable rewards will follow.&lt;br /&gt;Your first step will be to reinvent who you are and what you have to offer. Times are changing and, as much as you do not like anything out of place, you have to adjust to the world around you. This is a great year to find a new outlet or reeducate yourself. Consider some of the dreams, hopes and wishes you once had and bring these possibilities back to the forefront.&lt;br /&gt;Check into what’s available through government services or even the possibility of an apprenticeship. There is no time like the present to take hold of your life and start anew. This is your second chance to stand up and follow a dream you let slip by the wayside. It’s a time to learn your lessons well and to position yourself for a future unlike the past that will be dependent on uniqueness and the ability to offer services that are in demand now more than ever before.&lt;br /&gt;Power plays can be expected and, for Crabs who want to sit it out and do nothing, you’ll have a reason to be Crabby as you watch what you have let slip away. It will be by taking forceful action only that you will be able to keep up with the neighbors and hold your head high. He who hesitates will be lost in the backwash of the go-getters’ wake.&lt;br /&gt;The more reluctant you are to embrace change, the further behind you will fall. It’s not a year to procrastinate about your future. It’s do-or-die, so get your mind wrapped around change and what you can do to take advantage of the trends that are unfolding before us.&lt;br /&gt;Love: Uncertainty is likely if you let yourself go.&lt;br /&gt;Money: Personal and financial change will lead to greater prosperity.&lt;br /&gt;Health: Get on top of any unsavory habits you’ve developed.&lt;br /&gt;Best months of the year: January, April, June, September, October.&lt;br /&gt;What you should strive for: positive overall change to reposition yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Fashion: Keep it simple and conservative.&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky numbers: 3, 6, 17, 22, 27, 31, 47.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LEO (July 23-Aug. 22):&lt;/span&gt; Greater opportunities to develop and launch your creative ideas, talents and projects will make for an interesting year, as long as you stay within your financial means and refrain from letting too many get involved in your plans. It’s fine to want to be the one to oversee everything but there is a price to pay if you wish to delegate work out instead of doing it yourself. Expect to be forced to admit to your true feelings in order live the life you desire. It’s time to stop living a lie and to move on.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has to be out of your reach but be careful what you wish for and don’t let greed get the better of you. You’ll be thinking outside the box and will want to do everything in a big way but, if you do, you may find the years to come are a rollercoaster ride that will test your strength and patience. Better to keep things a little on the small side and take the better part of the next decade to build, making adjustments that fit the changing times. It will be a long road but, if navigated properly, you can ride the wave to the top, slowly but surely setting yourself up for a long reign of power. It will bring you clout and position you well for other, more vocal opportunities, such as heading an organization, greater involvement in politics or even starting a group that will force issues and reforms that you feel are necessary.&lt;br /&gt;You have lots to do in the future but, most of what’s to come depends heavily on how you handle the upcoming year. This is a great year of opportunity for the smart Lion and disgrace for the Leo who is greedy or overindulgent. The choice is yours as you approach the fork in the road this year. Take the high road or the low but, once you start down the path, whichever it might be, you will have to see it through to the end.&lt;br /&gt;So be generous of heart, body and mind but tight and prudent with the way you run your operation. Then, you will not only gain popularity and respect but peace of mind and a vision that can be taken to greater heights.&lt;br /&gt;Love: Instability and confusion will cause sorrow if you aren’t true to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Money: You will come into money from unusual sources and means.&lt;br /&gt;Health: Overindulgence must be curbed or chronic problems will occur.&lt;br /&gt;Best months of the year: February, March, May, July, October, December.&lt;br /&gt;What you should strive for: Strive to reform and to build a new and solid base.&lt;br /&gt;Fashion: Go for an intellectual look if you want to be taken seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky numbers: 5, 16, 19, 25, 38, 41, 46.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VIRGO (Aug. 23-Sept. 22):&lt;/span&gt; As much as you will want to keep things tight and do as much from home as possible, you will realize the necessity to venture out to reach your personal and professional goals. Trust issues will arise with some of the people you least expect and protecting your interests should be first and foremost. Look for new ways to accomplish old goals and you will stay one step ahead of anyone trying to surpass your efforts. Play a simple no-nonsense game but never lose sight of the fact that winning is the objective.&lt;br /&gt;The ability to see outside your own ideals and beliefs will be important if you want to maintain some sort of control over the people within your circle. Turning your back on the possibilities that others bring to the table will be shortsighted. It will be better to keep your friends close and your enemies even closer. The only way to survive what unravels will be if you are totally aware of all the factors that have contributed to the results you are faced with.&lt;br /&gt;This is not a time of stability and, like it or not, you will have to figure out a way to bring order out of chaos or to work with the instability that has flourished so quickly into all facets of life. Not only will you have to defend your position and your belief in why tried-and-true still works, you will have to prove it or be willing to do things differently. To your credit, giving a practical spin to someone else’s cockamamie ideas may be your ticket to stardom, so don’t dismiss someone with whom you may not agree but who definitely has a unique approach to the world. It will be your ability to pair with the right people that will be your saving grace.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it’s interesting times ahead and, for those Virgos willing to mix practical with impractical in order to come up with something that can handle the unpredictable and unexpected changes we face, there are going to be advantages that will lead to a new set of rules, regulations and a way to turn a negative into a positive.&lt;br /&gt;Love: Don’t settle for less than what you want because you are lonely. Hold out.&lt;br /&gt;Money: Healthy financial dealings will develop. You’ll gain from others’ losses.&lt;br /&gt;Health: Alternative health care will be required to overcome chronic ailments.&lt;br /&gt;Best months of the year: January, April, June, September, October, November.&lt;br /&gt;What you should strive for: Put your house in order; prepare for new beginnings.&lt;br /&gt;Fashion: well-coordinated, deep rich colors, like you mean business.&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky numbers: 9, 11, 20, 24, 31, 35, 43.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 22):&lt;/span&gt; Take hold of any idea or concept that is unique or new to you and put your creative spin on it. This is a year of opportunity but only if you are not afraid to stand out in the crowd. Strive to be original and breathtaking in what you do and you will build a captive audience that will be begging to see what you are going to do next. It’s your turn to be the rising star and to let the rest of the world see what you can do. Your intuition will not let you down, so follow the voice within.&lt;br /&gt;You will be the one who can bring peace out of chaos and reason out of madness. You will be the one with the answers, the vision, the ability to take the ball and run with it. It’s up to you to balance the world, to stabilize those who have weighed themselves down too heavily on one side or another. Yes, for the Scales, there is pressure to engage in tactics that you may not have been able to stomach in the past. These times call for measures that are strict but kind, stern but compassionate and, most of all, solutions that will not leave anyone behind.&lt;br /&gt;You will be the glue that others look to as well as the target to blame or dismantle. You will walk a tightrope that has hidden agendas and propaganda to contend with. You will have to remain objective, nonjudgmental and on guard. Be ready to take on whatever unfolds and be prepared to bring another point of view to light. You will play devil’s advocate as well as question what’s right and what isn’t in this time of change.&lt;br /&gt;You will be the balance between the rich and the poor, the go-between with a solution to satisfy even the toughest obstacle. This is a strange time we live in and, for the Scales, the test of mixing adaptability, intelligence and stability in order to come out on top without malice will be what counts. Look to Mother Nature and you will find the answers you need.&lt;br /&gt;Love: There will be no shortage of love and romance. Enjoy your good fortune.&lt;br /&gt;Money: Too many temptations may leave you cash poor. Easy come, easy go.&lt;br /&gt;Health: Newfangled heath regimes and diets will get you in tip-top shape.&lt;br /&gt;Best months of the year: February, March, May, July, October, December.&lt;br /&gt;What you should strive for: spirituality, originality and peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;Fashion: Make a statement by being trendy and unmistakably noticeable.&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky numbers: 2, 10, 23, 27, 30, 39, 42.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SCORPIO (Oct. 23-Nov. 21):&lt;/span&gt; You’ll tend to think too big and in too broad of terms. You have to focus on what’s really important and refuse to be enticed by what others think you should do. Keep things tight within your budget and easy for you to handle alone. Use your discipline, good work ethic and integrity to build a stellar position for yourself, professionally and personally. The temptations will be great but you must be strong, confident and secure about who you are and what you can do. This year is a test that will determine your prosperity for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;You can expect added responsibilities that will change your way of thinking and doing things. The chance to make adjustments to your living arrangements by sizing down or picking up property at a rock-bottom price will be yours, but you will have to be fully aware of what you can and cannot afford. Adding stress to your life will end up dragging you down for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;Being honest regarding what you can and cannot handle will be a determining factor that will make or break you. You will have plenty of support and good advice but taking it will be where you may fall short. You don’t have to do everything secretively and should probably share your thoughts with the people your decision will affect the most, before you sail off into the sunset in hopes you’ve made the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;Think back to the decisions of the past and you will start to see a pattern that has led to some devastating aftermaths of poor choices. Never has it been a more important time for the Scorpion to see clearly than now. You must let go of the dead weight in your life and only carry forward with what you need. It’s the ability to abandon that will be the most difficult and yet the most crucial to your future prospects and your freedom. Continue down the path you desire most, never losing sight that deep within you, it’s the long-term security that you most crave.&lt;br /&gt;Love: A detached attitude will cause problems. Don’t neglect loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;Money: Invest in yourself and your talent. Don’t give away too much.&lt;br /&gt;Health: Overdoing and overindulging will be your downfall.&lt;br /&gt;Best months of the year: January, March, April, June, August, October.&lt;br /&gt;What you should strive for: Keep things simple, build a solid base and prosper.&lt;br /&gt;Fashion: understated but upscale ... deep colors and classic lines.&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky numbers: 11, 14, 22, 31, 35, 40, 49.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SAGITTARIUS (Nov. 22-Dec. 21):&lt;/span&gt; Reinvent, reclaim, remake and recycle and you will come up with something viable that works for you. You don’t have to rush -- slow down and flush out exactly what it is you want to see unfold by being a precise, relentless fact-finder. Hiding your insecurity and uncertainty will be a must as strength will be what others need to see in you before they will cover your back. There will be no room for mistakes. The Ox is a one-shot type of year for the Archer that can go either way, depending on how you play the game of life.&lt;br /&gt;You have to set the stage for the upcoming decade, positioning yourself to be a forerunner of innovative ideas and inventive new ways of doing things. Only then, will you grab the attention you need to parlay what you can offer into something with longevity that will sustain you for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;You don’t have to strive for the same kind of stability some of the other signs need to feel secure, but you do need to be sure of where you are heading. Change and adaptability are what you thrive on and, therefore, moving about will in many ways be what brings you back to your roots and grounds you mentally and emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;You can take on a more bohemian lifestyle and do far better than if you settle to live the mundane life that so many are attached to -- for you, that would be the kiss of death. A life without drastic change and constant motion is a life sentence -- uninspiring and debilitating. So position yourself for adventure, the thrill of the ride, the rollercoaster that beckons you, and you will differentiate yourself from the ordinary guy.&lt;br /&gt;For the Archer, this is a time of uniqueness, creativity and reinventing the wheel in such a fashion that everyone looks on in awe and is willing to pay just to get a glimpse or a morsel of what you have to offer. So don’t fear being the one who takes the road less traveled, instead, pave it with other people’s gold. Believe in yourself and your ability to make something out of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Love: Someone equally as free-spirited and nonconforming is your best match.&lt;br /&gt;Money: Manipulate your financial situation to suit your business needs.&lt;br /&gt;Health: Unusual remedies and clean living will keep you healthy.&lt;br /&gt;Best months of the year: February, May, July, September, November, December.&lt;br /&gt;What you should strive for: rebirth of old ideas with new futuristic look.&lt;br /&gt;Fashion: Gregarious, daring and colorful, bigger than life.&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky numbers: 1, 9, 15, 22, 34, 39, 47.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CAPRICORN (Dec. 22-Jan. 19):&lt;/span&gt; You may have to think outside the box if you want to get ahead this year. Everyone will be looking for something a little different and, if you cannot offer the unique, you may find that you slowly lose ground. Your past performance will not count but what’s current will set the stage for what’s to come. A detached attitude regarding finances, investments and contracts will be required to stay on top. There will be no room for charity in your world. It’s time to go it alone, do the best you can and, most of all, separate yourself from the majority.&lt;br /&gt;You will have less time to ponder things and certainly this won’t be the time to stay put when the globe has become such a small place and the markets available to you so vast. It is time to broaden your horizons and to venture into places that you never considered in the past. Expand your vision and become a world contender instead of a merchant with a limited source and outlet.&lt;br /&gt;It’s your ability to do business and make deals that will enable you to expand into areas where other signs may fear to venture. But, as a Goat, you will see the potential in terms of your own security not to mention how much of an impact your worldliness will have on the way you present what you have to offer back home.&lt;br /&gt;This is a great time for the Goat to learn from experience, so bring on greater interaction with foreigners and don’t let anyone deny you the right to cross borders, nationalities, customs and communities in order to grow at a rapid, industrious pace that will set the standard for the upcoming decade.&lt;br /&gt;You can place yourself in a powerful position that will endure the test of time, making many onlookers envious of your ability to step outside your circle as you turn the world into your domain and your playground for the future.&lt;br /&gt;Love: Keep your finances and emotions separate or you’ll pay for a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Money: Will come from the most unusual source -- fear not the unfamiliar.&lt;br /&gt;Health: Stay in shape mentally and physically to avoid hard-to-diagnose ailments.&lt;br /&gt;Best months of the year: January, April, June, August, September, November.&lt;br /&gt;What you should strive for: to stand out, be a little different, wow your audience.&lt;br /&gt;Fashion: Accessorize: There will be no room for the plain Jane in your world.&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky numbers: 3, 6, 21, 27, 30, 39, 48.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AQUARIUS (Jan. 20-Feb. 18):&lt;/span&gt; Times are changing and, by opening up about your ideas, plans and feelings, you will transform your world into exactly what you’ve always wanted it to be. The drawback, however, will be indulgence, self-deception and finding out that what you thought you so desperately wanted is not the case, once you get it. Document, develop and decipher what is important and what is attainable before throwing yourself into the eye of the storm without preparation or protection. You can come out on top but only if you have a no-nonsense strategy that will catch you if you fall.&lt;br /&gt;You are a thinker, an inventor, a humanitarian and it’s time to make a mark by doing something important. You will have all the attributes needed to pull a team together that can assist you in achieving your goals. But they must be sound and within the boundaries of what is acceptable. You will tend to be ahead of your time and this can pose a problem when trying to justify to others why you feel the necessity to do something.&lt;br /&gt;Well-thought-out plans, modeled after something you know has worked in the past, can get you started. As long as you hold off bringing out your out-of-the-ordinary addition until you are ready to apply the finishing touches, you should be successful. But don’t rule out opposition from someone who has always been interested in what you do but too conservative to step over the line and help.&lt;br /&gt;Putting everything you’ve got into something you believe in will keep you on the straight road, out of harm’s way and allow you to bypass some of the temptations that often end up dragging you down. If something doesn’t bring you victory or benefits, then chances are you should take a pass this year.&lt;br /&gt;Posturing will be what’s important for the Water-Bearer during the Ox year as it will mark what’s to come and where you will be on the totem pole for years. This is not the time to ignore the possibilities or to drown your sorrows in wasteful pastimes, so pick and choose carefully and refuse to let anyone tempt or lead you astray when the outcome is so vital to everything you do in the future.&lt;br /&gt;Love: Choose your partner for the right reason. Ulterior motives are apparent.&lt;br /&gt;Money: You’ll acquire money due to unusual circumstances. Lock it up and save.&lt;br /&gt;Health: Overindulgence will be your downfall -- size down physically, not up.&lt;br /&gt;Best months of the year: March, May, July, September, October, December.&lt;br /&gt;What you should strive for: Moderation, simplicity and creativity will be musts.&lt;br /&gt;Fashion: playful, the eccentric trendsetter that offers change and nonconformity.&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky numbers: 1, 8, 11, 22, 26, 31, 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PISCES (Feb. 19-March 20):&lt;/span&gt;Impulsive action based on hearsay will be your downfall. Don’t be fooled by what others do. Secret information will be hard to come by and your gut feeling isn’t likely to do you justice during the year of the Ox. Hold on to what you have and refuse to give anything away for nothing. Facts and figures will be what count if you want to maintain your status quo and be ready to maneuver into a cushy position a year from now. It will be then that everything becomes more apparent as to how far you can go with what you’ve got.&lt;br /&gt;As a Fish, you have to swim deep this year, avoiding being caught up in the moment and getting involved in something that has no substance. Don’t waste your time on things that do not matter or try to be a part of something that really isn’t you. Soul searching may not bring you all the answers but it will help ground you and make you realize what you do not want.&lt;br /&gt;Let your creative imagination take you to places that only you can go. Delve into your inner thoughts, your desires and your needs and you will be that much closer to knowing what you want to strive for in the future. Recognize your past mistakes and admit them and you will clear out the debris that holds you back. The Ox year is truly a time to repent and turn any wrongs into rights, so that you can breathe easy and prepare to take advantage of what’s to come. The future looks bright but only if you can come to terms with what has passed.&lt;br /&gt;Opportunities are heading your way. This an all-important year to face facts head on about what went wrong in the past so you can move forward without baggage, debts or regrets, to years of achieving what you want. You hold the key to the past and the future and, as your gatekeeper, you mustn’t lose sight of what needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;Love: Doubt will lead to a change of heart. Your motives will lead you astray.&lt;br /&gt;Money: deceptive investments, unscrupulous money matters will prevail.&lt;br /&gt;Health: Stick to a simple diet and avoid the possibility of contaminated products.&lt;br /&gt;Best months of the year: January, May, June, September, October, and November.&lt;br /&gt;What you should strive for: honesty and maintaining integrity in all that you do.&lt;br /&gt;Fashion: Inconspicuous and simple — blend in this year.&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky numbers: 3, 14, 19, 24, 36, 41, 46.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eugenia’s Web sites: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://eugenialast.com/" target="_new"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;eugenialast.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; for confidential consultations, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/eugenialast" target="new"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;myspace.com/eugenialast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; for Eugenia’s blog, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.astroadvice.com/default1.asp" target="_new"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;astroadvice.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; for fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!&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/17807783-2334442896830979214?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/2334442896830979214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=2334442896830979214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/2334442896830979214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/2334442896830979214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-predictions-year-of-ox.html' title='2009 Predictions: The year of the Ox'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SWR89-z4UmI/AAAAAAAAAXs/ymXffw7eL8g/s72-c/1-ox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-4090724174551554100</id><published>2008-12-01T18:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:44:57.328+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/STURnTmX-AI/AAAAAAAAAXk/2G17nk7mQn8/s1600-h/tempo_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275141905508202498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/STURnTmX-AI/AAAAAAAAAXk/2G17nk7mQn8/s320/tempo_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="3402526327978139962"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mysimplewords.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-tempo-foge.html"&gt;O tempo foge...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mg-jc3LnHR8/Rt8zkBaOelI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ZWkvjlNdFVM/s1600-h/Imagem+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo que foge! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricardo Godim &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contei meus anos e descobri que terei menos tempo para viver daqui para frente do que já vivi até agora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto-me como aquele menino que ganhou uma bacia de jabuticabas. As primeiras, ele chupou displicente, mas percebendo que faltam poucas, rói o caroço. Já não tenho tempo para lidar com mediocridades. Não quero estar em reuniões onde desfilam egos inflados. Não tolero gabolices. Inquieto-me com invejosos tentando destruir quem eles admiram, cobiçando seus lugares, talentos e sorte. Já não tenho tempo para projetos megalomaníacos. Não participarei de conferências que estabelecem prazos fixos para reverter a miséria do mundo. Não vou mais a workshops onde se ensina como converter milhões usando uma fórmula de poucos pontos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não quero que me convidem para eventos de um fim-de-semana com a proposta de abalar o milênio. Já não tenho tempo para reuniões intermináveis para discutir estatutos, normas, procedimentos parlamentares e regimentos internos. Não gosto de assembléias ordinárias em que as organizações procuram se proteger e perpetuar através de infindáveis detalhes organizacionais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já não tenho tempo para administrar melindres de pessoas, que apesar da idade cronológica, são imaturos. Não quero ver os ponteiros do relógio avançando em reuniões de "confrontação", onde "tiramos fatos a limpo". Detesto fazer acareação de desafetos que brigaram pelo majestoso cargo de secretário do coral. Já não tenho tempo para debater vírgulas, detalhes gramaticais sutis, ou sobre as diferentes traduções da Bíblia. Não quero ficar explicando porque gosto da Nova Versão Internacional das Escrituras, só porque há um grupo que a considera herética. Minha resposta será curta e delicada:-- Gosto, e ponto final!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lembrei-me agora de Mário de Andrade que afirmou: "As pessoas não debatem conteúdos, apenas os rótulos".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu tempo tornou-se escasso para debater rótulos. Já não tenho tempo para ficar explicando aos medianos se estou ou não perdendo a fé porque admiro a poesia do Chico Buarque e do Vinicius de Moraes; a voz da Maria Bethânia; os livros de Machado de Assis, Thomas Mann, Ernest Hemingway e José Lins do Rego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem muitas jabuticabas na bacia, quero viver ao lado de gente humana, muito humana; que sabe rir de seus tropeços, que não se encanta com triunfos, não se considera eleita para a "última hora"; não foge de sua mortalidade, defende a dignidade dos marginalizados, e deseja andar humildemente com Deus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caminhar perto delas nunca será perda de tempo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*** Esse texto caiu em mim como uma luva e se encaixa perfeito no meu mundo agora, me sinto exatamente assim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigado Ricardo Godim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/STURnTmX-AI/AAAAAAAAAXk/2G17nk7mQn8/s72-c/tempo_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-2511265210862952681</id><published>2008-11-25T16:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T16:14:01.234+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SSwWLNY50TI/AAAAAAAAAXc/PvpPNT6fN-I/s1600-h/flower1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272613645572493618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SSwWLNY50TI/AAAAAAAAAXc/PvpPNT6fN-I/s320/flower1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EU, MODO DE USAR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pode invadir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou chegar com indelicadeza,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas não tão devagar que me faça dormir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não grite comigo, tenho o péssimo habito de revidar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toque muito em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Principalmente nos cabelos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E minta sobre a nocauteante beleza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tenha vida própria, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me faça sentir saudades,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conte algumas coisas que me fazem rir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Viaje antes de me conhecer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sofra antes de mim para reconhecer-me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acredite nas verdades que digo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E também nas mentiras, elas serão raras e sempre por uma boa causa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Respeite meu choro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me deixe sozinha,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só volte quando eu chamar e,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não me obedeça sempre que eu também gosto de ser contrariada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então fique comigo quando eu chorar, combinado?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me conte seus segredos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me faça massagem nas costas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fume, Beba, Chore, eleja algumas contravenções.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me rapte!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se nada disso funcionar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Experimente me amar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Martha_Medeiros/"&gt;Martha Medeiros&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/17807783-2511265210862952681?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/2511265210862952681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=2511265210862952681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/2511265210862952681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/2511265210862952681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2008/11/eu-modo-de-usar-pode-invadir-ou-chegar.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SSwWLNY50TI/AAAAAAAAAXc/PvpPNT6fN-I/s72-c/flower1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-7128490559431682146</id><published>2008-11-12T16:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:43:01.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Guns N' Roses - November Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/tbkG6Za6w5s' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/tbkG6Za6w5s'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can see a love restrained&lt;br /&gt;But darlin' when I hold you&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know I feel the same&lt;br /&gt;'Cause nothin' lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;And we both know hearts can change&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard to hold a candle&lt;br /&gt;In the cold November rain&lt;br /&gt;We've been through this such a long long time&lt;br /&gt;Just tryin' to kill the pain&lt;br /&gt;But lovers always come and lovers always go&lt;br /&gt;An no one's really sure who's lettin' go today&lt;br /&gt;Walking away&lt;br /&gt;If we could take the time to lay it on the line&lt;br /&gt;I could rest my head&lt;br /&gt;Just knowin' that you were mine&lt;br /&gt;All mine&lt;br /&gt;So if you want to love me&lt;br /&gt;then darlin' don't refrain&lt;br /&gt;Or I'll just end up walkin'&lt;br /&gt;In the cold November rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need some time...on your own&lt;br /&gt;Do you need some time...all alone&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs some time...on their own&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you need some time...all alone&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard to keep an open heart&lt;br /&gt;When even friends seem out to harm you&lt;br /&gt;But if you could heal a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't time be out to charm you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I need some time...on my &lt;br /&gt;own Sometimes I need some time...all alone&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs some time...on their own&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you need some time...all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when your fears subside&lt;br /&gt;And shadows still remain, ohhh yeahhh&lt;br /&gt;I know that you can love me&lt;br /&gt;When there's no one left to blame&lt;br /&gt;So never mind the darkness&lt;br /&gt;We still can find a way&lt;br /&gt;'Cause nothin' lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;Even cold November rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ya think that you need somebody&lt;br /&gt;Don't ya think that you need someone&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs somebody&lt;br /&gt;You're not the only one&lt;br /&gt;You're not the only one &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-7128490559431682146?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/7128490559431682146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=7128490559431682146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/7128490559431682146'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SP3b1naDQ5I/AAAAAAAAAXU/uG1UoAvWtr4/s1600-h/betaling+tmobile(sil)+255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259601653996405650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SP3b1naDQ5I/AAAAAAAAAXU/uG1UoAvWtr4/s320/betaling+tmobile(sil)+255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Promise yourself  to be so strong, that nothing can disturb your  peace of mind.          &lt;br /&gt;To talk health, happiness and prosperity to every person you meet.          &lt;br /&gt;To make all your friends feel that there is something in them.             &lt;br /&gt;To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true.                                &lt;br /&gt;To think only of the best, to work only for the best and expect only the best.                                   &lt;br /&gt;To be enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to greater achievements of the future.                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every living creature you meet a smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To give so much time to the improvement of yourself,  that you have no time to criticise others.              &lt;br /&gt;To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian D Larson "Your Forces and How to Use Them" 1912&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pic: Mamy and Helena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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/&gt;&lt;div&gt;ATRITOS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninguém muda ninguém; ninguém muda sozinho; nós mudamos nos encontros. Simples, mas profundo, preciso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É nos relacionamentos que nos transformamos. Somos transformados a partir dos encontros, desde que estejamos abertos e livres para sermos impactados pela idéia e sentimento do outro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você já viu a diferença que há entre as pedras que estão na nascente de um rio, e as pedras que estão em sua foz? As pedras na nascente são toscas, pontiagudas, cheias de arestas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;À medida que elas vão sendo carregadas pelo rio, sofrendo a ação da água e se atritando com as outras pedras, ao longo de muitos anos, elas vão sendo polidas, desbastadas. Assim também agem nossos contatos humanos. Sem eles, a vida seria monótona, árida. A observação mais importante é constatar que não existem sentimentos, bons ou ruins, sem a existência do outro, sem o seu contato.Passar pela vida sem se permitirum relacionamento próximo com o outro, é não crescer, não evoluir, não se transformar. É começar e terminar a existênciacom uma forma tosca, pontiaguda, amorfa. Quando olho para trás, vejo que hoje carrego em meu servárias marcas de pessoas extremamente importantes. Pessoas que, no contato com elas,me permitiram ir dando forma ao que sou, eliminando arestas, transformando-me em alguém melhor, mais suave, mais harmônico, mais integrado. Outras, sem dúvida, com suas ações e palavras me criaram novas arestas, que precisaram ser desbastadas. Faz parte...Reveses momentâneos servem para o crescimento. A isso chamamos experiência. Penso que existe algo mais profundo, ainda nessa análise. Começamos a jornada da vida como grandes pedras, cheias de excessos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os seres de grande valor, percebem que ao final da vida, foram perdendo todos os excessos que formavam suas arestas, se aproximando cada vez mais de sua essência, e ficando cada vez menores, menores, menores...Quando finalmente aceitamosque somos pequenos, ínfimos, dada a compreensão da existênciae importância do outro, e principalmente da grandeza de DEUS, é que finalmente nos tornamos grandes em valor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já viu o tamanho do diamante polido, lapidado? Sabemos quanto se tira de excesso para chegar ao seu âmago. É lá que está o verdadeiro valor...Pois, DEUS fez a cada um de nós com um âmago bem fortee muito parecido com o diamante bruto, constituído de muitos elementos, mas essencialmente de AMOR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DEUS deu a cada um de nós essa capacidade, a de AMAR...Mas temos que aprender como. Para chegarmos a esse âmago, temos que nos permitir, através dos relacionamentos, ir desbastando todos os excessosque nos impedem de usá-lo, de fazê-lo brilhar. Por muito tempo em minha vida acreditei que amar significava evitar sentimentos ruins. Não entendia que ferir e ser ferido, ter e provocar raiva, ignorar e ser ignorado faz parte da construção do aprendizado do amor. Não compreendia que se aprende a amar sentindo todos esses sentimentos contraditórios e...os superando. Ora, esses sentimentos simplesmente não ocorrem se não houver envolvimento...E envolvimento gera atrito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minha palavra final: ATRITE-SE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não existe outra forma de descobrir o AMOR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E sem ele a VIDA não tem significado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*** Achei esse texto em um fotolog amigo, nao consegui achar o autor mas ele e simplesmente PERFEITO!&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/17807783-1944076233099486379?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1944076233099486379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=1944076233099486379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/1944076233099486379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/1944076233099486379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2008/09/atritos-ningum-muda-ningum-ningum-muda.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SLvvIkeydnI/AAAAAAAAARU/bchOBmbxi8A/s72-c/2132398.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-8778034621151432635</id><published>2008-08-10T23:02:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T23:04:54.965+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SJ9X42S1PJI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Ai5XRCJxZpI/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232997926186597522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SJ9X42S1PJI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Ai5XRCJxZpI/s320/b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm not afraid of storms,for I'm learning to sail my ship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ Louisa May Alcott ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-8778034621151432635?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/8778034621151432635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=8778034621151432635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/8778034621151432635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/8778034621151432635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-not-afraid-of-stormsfor-im-learning.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SJ9X42S1PJI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Ai5XRCJxZpI/s72-c/b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-2876560918492140308</id><published>2008-08-05T11:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T11:32:00.207+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SJgd__awYrI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/8GmZmtexfF0/s1600-h/10-bob-marley-082107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230963952383451826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SJgd__awYrI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/8GmZmtexfF0/s320/10-bob-marley-082107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is one big road with lots of signs. So when you riding through the ruts, don't complicate your mind. Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy. Don't bury your thoughts, put your vision to reality. Wake Up and Live!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-2876560918492140308?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/2876560918492140308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=2876560918492140308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/2876560918492140308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/2876560918492140308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-is-one-big-road-with-lots-of-signs.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SJgd__awYrI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/8GmZmtexfF0/s72-c/10-bob-marley-082107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-7895197454522316951</id><published>2008-07-09T15:40:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T15:43:14.116+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SHTAYnv7XoI/AAAAAAAAAQs/d_Ne5qDUStg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221009397248646786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SHTAYnv7XoI/AAAAAAAAAQs/d_Ne5qDUStg/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I Am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;by Chakra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am your truth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am your destiny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am desire and despair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am your glow inside your beating heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am the love that leads you there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am your soul, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am your soul&lt;br /&gt;I am the darkness where you disappear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am the light that leads you safe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am the shepherd of your laughter and your tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am your pleasure and your pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am your soul, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am your soul&lt;br /&gt;I am the faith that leaves your spirit strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am the sunlight in the rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am the universe inside your mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am your pleasure and your pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am your soul, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am your soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am your soul, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am your soul&lt;br /&gt;I am the courage that inspires you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am the knowledge that you gained &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am the people you will choose to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am your pleasure and your pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am your soul, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am your soul... &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/17807783-7895197454522316951?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/7895197454522316951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=7895197454522316951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/7895197454522316951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/7895197454522316951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-by-chakra-i-am-your-truth-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SHTAYnv7XoI/AAAAAAAAAQs/d_Ne5qDUStg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-8240860233038724512</id><published>2008-06-19T09:54:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:37:11.374+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SFoarUD7NOI/AAAAAAAAAQk/LY-evwkPjFM/s1600-h/m2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213508850056639714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SFoarUD7NOI/AAAAAAAAAQk/LY-evwkPjFM/s320/m2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Por isso é tão importante deixar certas coisas irem embora. Soltar. Desprender-se. As pessoas precisam entender que ninguém está jogando com cartas marcadas, às vezes ganhamos e às vezes perdemos. Não espere que devolvam algo, não espere que reconheçam seu esforço, que descubram seu gênio, que entendam seu amor. Encerrando ciclos. Não por causa do orgulho, por incapacidade ou por soberba, mas porque simplesmente aquilo já não se encaixa mais na sua vida. Feche a porta, mude o disco, limpe a casa, sacuda a poeira. Deixe de ser que ERA, e se transforme em que É” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-8240860233038724512?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/8240860233038724512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=8240860233038724512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/8240860233038724512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/8240860233038724512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2008/06/por-isso-to-importante-deixar-certas.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SFoarUD7NOI/AAAAAAAAAQk/LY-evwkPjFM/s72-c/m2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-909224214882136733</id><published>2008-06-16T15:25:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T15:46:35.473+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SFZujo-O2dI/AAAAAAAAAQc/pX4asmvpzbs/s1600-h/emo-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212475177300842962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SFZujo-O2dI/AAAAAAAAAQc/pX4asmvpzbs/s320/emo-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Awakening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sonny Carroll &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time in your life when you finally get it ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When in the midst of all your fears and insanity you stop dead in your tracks and somewhere the voice inside your head cries out "ENOUGH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough fighting and crying or struggling to hold on." And, like a child quieting down after a blind tantrum, your sobs begin to subside, you shudder once or twice, you blink back your tears and through a mantle of wet lashes you begin to look at the world from a new perspective...........This is your awakening.&lt;br /&gt;You realize that it is time to stop hoping and waiting for something or someone to change, or for happiness safety and security to come galloping over the next horizon. You come to terms with the fact that there aren't always fairytale endings (or beginnings for that matter) and that any guarantee of "happily ever after" must begin with you. Then a sense of serenity is born of acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;So you begin making your way through the "reality of today" rather than holding out for the "promise of tomorrow." You realize that much of who you are and the way you navigate through life is, in great part, a result of all the social conditioning you've received over the course of a lifetime. And you begin to sift through all the nonsense you were taught about :&lt;br /&gt;- how you should look and how much you should weigh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- what you should wear and where you should shop, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- where you should live or what type of car you should drive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- who you should sleep with and how you should behave,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- who you should marry and why you should stay,- the importance of bearing children or what you owe your family,&lt;br /&gt;Slowly you begin to open up to new worlds and different points of view. And you begin re-assessing and re-defining who you are and what you really believe in. And you begin to discard the doctrines you have outgrown, or should never have practiced to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;You accept the fact that you are not perfect ,and that not everyone will love appreciate or approve of who or what you are... and that's OK... they are entitled to their own views and opinions. And, you come to terms with the fact that you will never be a size 5 or a "perfect 10".... Or a perfect human being for that matter... and you stop trying to compete with the image inside your head or agonizing over how you compare. And, you take a long look at yourself in the mirror and you make a promise to give yourself the same unconditional love and support you give so freely to others. Then a sense of confidence is born of self-approval.&lt;br /&gt;And, you stop maneuvering through life merely as a "consumer" hungry for your next fix, a new dress, another pair of shoes or looks of approval and admiration from family, friends or even strangers who pass by. Then you discover that it is truly in "giving" that we receive, and that the joy and abundance you seek grows out of the giving. And you recognize the importance of "creating" and "contributing" rather than "obtaining" and "accumulating."&lt;br /&gt;And you give thanks for the simple things you've been blessed with, things that millions of people upon the earth can only dream about - a full refrigerator, clean running water, a soft warm bed, the freedom of choice and the opportunity to pursue your own dreams.&lt;br /&gt;And you begin to love and to care for yourself. You stop engaging in self-destructive behaviors, including participating in dysfunctional relationships. You begin eating a balanced diet, drinking more water and exercising. And because you've learned that fatigue drains the spirit and creates doubt and fear, you give yourself permission to rest. And just as food is fuel for the body, laughter is fuel for the spirit and so you make it a point to create time for play.&lt;br /&gt;Then you learn about love and relationships - how to love, how much to give in love, when to stop giving, and when to walk away. And you allow only the hands of a lover who truly loves and respects you to glorify you with his touch. You learn that people don't always say what they mean or mean what they say, intentionally or unintentionally, and that not everyone will always come through... and interestingly enough, it's not always about you. So, you stop lashing out and pointing fingers or looking to place blame for the things that were done to you or weren't done for you. And you learn to keep your Ego in check and to acknowledge and redirect the destructive emotions it spawns - anger, jealousy and resentment.&lt;br /&gt;You learn how to say "I was wrong" and to forgive people for their own human frailties. You learn to build bridges instead of walls and about the healing power of love as it is expressed through a kind word, a warm smile or a friendly gesture. And, at the same time, you eliminate any relationships that are hurtful or fail to uplift and edify you. You stop working so hard at smoothing things over and setting your needs aside. You learn that feelings of entitlement are perfectly OK and that it is your right to want or expect certain things. And you learn the importance of communicating your needs with confidence and grace. You learn that the only cross to bear is the one you choose to carry and that eventually martyrs are burned at the stake. Then you learn to distinguish between guilt, and responsibility and the importance of setting boundaries and learning to Say NO. You learn that you don't know all the answers, it's not your job to save the world and that sometimes you just need to Let Go.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, you learn to look at people as they really are and not as you would want them to be, and you are careful not to project your neediness or insecurities onto a relationship. You learn that you will not be more beautiful, more intelligent, more lovable or important because of the man on your arm or the child that bears your name. You learn that just as people grow and change, so it is with love and relationships, and that that not everyone can always love you the way you would want them to. So you stop appraising your worth by the measure of love you are given. And suddenly you realize that it's wrong to demand that someone live their life or sacrifice their dreams just to serve your needs, ease your insecurities, or meet "your" standards and expectations. You learn that the only love worth giving and receiving is the love that is given freely without conditions or limitations. And you learn what it means to love. So you stop trying to control people, situations and outcomes. You learn that "alone" does not mean "lonely" and you begin to discover the joy of spending time "with yourself" and "on yourself." Then you discover the greatest and most fulfilling love you will ever know - Self Love. And so it comes to pass that, through understanding, your heart heals; and now all new things are possible.&lt;br /&gt;Moving along, you begin to avoid Toxic people and conversations. And you stop wasting time and energy rehashing your situation with family and friends. You learn that talk doesn't change things and that unrequited wishes can only serve to keep you trapped in the past. So you stop lamenting over what could or should have been and you make a decision to leave the past behind. Then you begin to invest your time and energy to affect positive change. You take a personal inventory of all your strengths and weaknesses and the areas you need to improve in order to move ahead, you set your goals and map out a plan of action to see things through.&lt;br /&gt;You learn that life isn't always fair and you don't always get what you think you deserve, and you stop personalizing every loss or disappointment. You learn to accept that sometimes bad things happen to good people and that these things are not an act of God... but merely a random act of fate.&lt;br /&gt;And you stop looking for guarantees, because you've learned that the only thing you can really count on is the unexpected and that whatever happens, you'll learn to deal with it. And you learn that the only thing you must truly fear is the great robber baron of all time - FEAR itself. So you learn to step right into and through your fears, because to give into fear is to give away the right to live life on your terms. You learn that much of life truly is a self-fulfilling prophesy and you learn to go after what you want and not to squander your life living under a cloud of indecision or feelings of impending doom.&lt;br /&gt;Then, YOU LEARN ABOUT MONEY... the personal power and independence it brings and the options it creates. And you recognize the necessity to create your own personal wealth. Slowly, you begin to take responsibility for yourself by yourself and you make yourself a promise to never betray yourself and to never ever settle for less than your heart's desire. And a sense of power is born of self-reliance. And you live with honor and integrity because you know that these principles are not the outdated ideals of a by-gone era but the mortar that holds together the foundation upon which you must build your life. And you make it a point to keep smiling, to keep trusting and to stay open to every wonderful opportunity and exciting possibility. Then you hang a wind chime outside your window to remind yourself what beauty there is in Simplicity.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, with courage in your heart and with God by your side you take a stand, you FAKE a deep breath and you begin to design the life you want to live as best as you can.&lt;br /&gt;A word about the Power of Prayer: In some of my darkest, most painful and frightening hours, I have prayed, not for the answers to my prayers or for material things, but for my "God" to help me find the strength, confidence and courage to persevere; to face each day and to do what I must do.&lt;br /&gt;Remember this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- You are an expression of the almighty. The spirit of God resides within you and moves through you. Open your heart, speak to that spirit and it will heal and empower you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My "God" has never failed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-909224214882136733?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/909224214882136733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=909224214882136733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/909224214882136733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/909224214882136733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2008/06/awakening-sonny-carroll-there-comes.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SFZujo-O2dI/AAAAAAAAAQc/pX4asmvpzbs/s72-c/emo-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-3857528848354186779</id><published>2008-06-02T16:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:33:59.985+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SEQEulmKEGI/AAAAAAAAAQU/tgATht89ujI/s1600-h/bdpurple7qi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207292267559784546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SEQEulmKEGI/AAAAAAAAAQU/tgATht89ujI/s320/bdpurple7qi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Time Tested Beauty Tips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;by Sam Levenson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For attractive lips, Speak words of kindness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For lovely eyes, Seek out the good in people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For a slim figure, Share your food with the hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For beautiful hair, Let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For poise, Walk with the knowledge you'll never walk alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed and redeemed;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Never throw out anybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As you grow older you will discover that you have two hands; one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.&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/17807783-3857528848354186779?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/3857528848354186779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=3857528848354186779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/3857528848354186779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/3857528848354186779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-tested-beauty-tips-by-sam-levenson.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SEQEulmKEGI/AAAAAAAAAQU/tgATht89ujI/s72-c/bdpurple7qi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-6252562468231971660</id><published>2008-05-29T10:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T10:53:21.753+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SD5u7TPTqyI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Wk381cXHWUU/s1600-h/GIRL.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205720184342686498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SD5u7TPTqyI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Wk381cXHWUU/s320/GIRL.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What can i say....&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/17807783-6252562468231971660?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/6252562468231971660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=6252562468231971660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/6252562468231971660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/6252562468231971660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-can-i-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SD5u7TPTqyI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Wk381cXHWUU/s72-c/GIRL.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-4413177659937686779</id><published>2008-05-26T10:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T10:50:15.544+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SDp4nTPTqxI/AAAAAAAAAQE/k_-ve5Ls6a0/s1600-h/m3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204604935954737938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SDp4nTPTqxI/AAAAAAAAAQE/k_-ve5Ls6a0/s320/m3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;With hunger at her heels,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Freedom in her eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She dances on her knees,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pirate prince at her side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Stirring into a hollow idol's eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start dancing again...&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a bird without my wings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17807783-4413177659937686779?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/4413177659937686779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=4413177659937686779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/4413177659937686779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/4413177659937686779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2008/05/with-hunger-at-her-heels-freedom-in-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SDp4nTPTqxI/AAAAAAAAAQE/k_-ve5Ls6a0/s72-c/m3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17807783.post-4370084298247559103</id><published>2008-05-14T14:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T15:01:45.241+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SCrZLtPj7PI/AAAAAAAAAP8/EeVBNC_OZoY/s1600-h/1210709913_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200207514899311858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SCrZLtPj7PI/AAAAAAAAAP8/EeVBNC_OZoY/s320/1210709913_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Birds&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;flying high, You know how I feel. Sun in the sky, you know how I feel... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We wish grownups would stop making bombs and wars and cared more for our world, then maybe we wouldn't have so many disasters happening.&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/17807783-4370084298247559103?l=terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/4370084298247559103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17807783&amp;postID=4370084298247559103&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/4370084298247559103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17807783/posts/default/4370084298247559103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradonuncaaqui.blogspot.com/2008/05/birds-flying-high-you-know-how-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100555247337255942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6aoDRh0AE/Tqaf_8hq3DI/AAAAAAAAA64/0zELyEh-VbQ/s220/6174_252668490225_795930225_8385152_123354_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rl9BDLkl0Qs/SCrZLtPj7PI/AAAAAAAAAP8/EeVBNC_OZoY/s72-c/1210709913_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
