<?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-4854691007763811492</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:33:34.620-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Farfalla For You...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoraflambada.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854691007763811492/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoraflambada.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vanessa Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848234741895365622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_erCWpZcA5gc/SsfiNMc6MJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tvAkJ1xbD4k/S220/DSC02969-1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854691007763811492.post-7638070988863045431</id><published>2009-10-26T14:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T14:41:57.695-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra Você Guardei o Amor...♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_erCWpZcA5gc/SuXQRfGvFYI/AAAAAAAAACU/jpeMi2R8QCM/s1600-h/DSC03928.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_erCWpZcA5gc/SuXQRfGvFYI/AAAAAAAAACU/jpeMi2R8QCM/s320/DSC03928.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Pra você guardei o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Que nunca soube dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;O amor que tive e vi sem me deixar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Sentir sem conseguir provar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Sem entregar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;E repartir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Pra você guardei o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Que sempre quis mostrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;O amor que vive em mim vem visitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Sorrir, vem colorir solar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Vem esquentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;E permitir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Quem acolher o que ele tem e traz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Quem entender o que ele diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;No giz do gesto o jeito pronto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Do piscar dos cílios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Que o convite do silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Exibe em cada olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Guardei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Sem ter porque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Nem por razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Ou coisa outra qualquer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Além de não saber como fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Pra ter um jeito meu de me mostrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Achei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Vendo em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;E explicação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Nenhuma isso requer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Se o coração bater forte e arder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;No fogo o gelo vai queimar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Pra você guardei o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Que aprendi vem dos meus pais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;O amor que tive e recebi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;E hoje posso dar livre e feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Céu cheiro e ar na cor que arco-íris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Risca ao levitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Vou nascer de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Lápis, edifício, tevere, ponte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Desenhar no seu quadril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Meus lábios beijam signos feito sinos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Trilho a infância, terço o berço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Do seu lar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854691007763811492-7638070988863045431?l=amoraflambada.blogspot.com' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;E&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;pensar que existe um mundo gigante lá fora me esperando... Um mundo que por muitas vezes chega a ser assustador e sem sentido algum... São tantas escolhas a fazer...tantos caminhos a serem seguidos ou não...Tantas &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;dúvidas&lt;/span&gt;.... Ser &amp;nbsp;ou não Ser... chegando a &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;desafiar &lt;/span&gt;o nosso próprio Eu... medos, aflições, sujeições... e nesse meio termo são jogadas tantas pedras, cascalhos querendo nos impedir de ir adiante... É provável surgirem calos em alguns trajetos ou até mesmo &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;FERIDAS&lt;/span&gt; mais profundas... E é extremamente desafiador tudo isso... E pensar que ultimamente as forças tem sido o que eu tenho tido de menor quantidade... Mais a qualidade da minha Força está naquele que é Maior que tudo isso, maior que o&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; MEDO&lt;/span&gt;, as aflições, as sujeições... Maior que o Desafio que me é &amp;nbsp;imposto todos os dias, horas, minutos e segundos... &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;JESUS&lt;/span&gt; tens sido a &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;FORÇA&lt;/span&gt; Qualitativa que eu preciso pra enfrentar qualquer obstáculo, qualquer caminho por mais ardúo que seja...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;" Confia no Senhor de todo o teu coração, e não te estribes no teu próprio entendimento"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Provérbios 3:5&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #274e13;"&gt;Porque eu me permito soltar de mãos que pintaram as estrelas...E segura as lágrimas que caem? E o orgulho do meu coração...Me faz esqueçer. Não sou eu , e sim Você...Quem faz o coração bater...Eu estou perdido sem Você...E morrendo de mim mesmo... &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Barlow Girl - trecho Beautiful Ending&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/4854691007763811492-3647333804047500508?l=amoraflambada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoraflambada.blogspot.com/feeds/3647333804047500508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amoraflambada.blogspot.com/2009/10/que-existe-um-mundo-gigante-la-fora-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854691007763811492/posts/default/3647333804047500508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854691007763811492/posts/default/3647333804047500508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoraflambada.blogspot.com/2009/10/que-existe-um-mundo-gigante-la-fora-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848234741895365622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_erCWpZcA5gc/SsfiNMc6MJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tvAkJ1xbD4k/S220/DSC02969-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_erCWpZcA5gc/SuB9H-prPjI/AAAAAAAAACE/k2zTeMtgtnE/s72-c/2691737877_6e9ba83e8f_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854691007763811492.post-2604324289581045263</id><published>2009-10-10T16:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T16:08:04.097-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempos Melhores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_erCWpZcA5gc/StDUqr0dEUI/AAAAAAAAABI/_e7RTthetWI/s1600-h/Novo+Tempo" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_erCWpZcA5gc/StDUqr0dEUI/AAAAAAAAABI/_e7RTthetWI/s320/Novo+Tempo" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Depois de uma semana sem pc, quase tendo um treco... I came back baby!!! &amp;nbsp; Esses últimos dois meses tem sido tempos difíceis pra mim... Tempos em que eu tenho feito &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"ESCOLHAS"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e nenhuma delas tem sido algo em que tem me deixado realizada... Mais agradeço a Deus &amp;nbsp;por ainda ter escolhas a fazer &amp;nbsp;por mais que sejam complicadas, &amp;nbsp;eu creio em tempos melhores... Tenho sentido e visto o cuidado de Deus, seu Amor, sua misericórdia sobre minha vida e diante de tanta coisa acontecendo ao mesmo tempo, as vezes me sentindo mal, ou triste... vejo um milagre acontecer todos os dias quando eu acordo, abro os olhos e vejo que estou mais &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"VIVA"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; do que nunca, com saúde, com todas as partes do meu corpo perfeitas e a única coisa que posso fazer é agradecer por mais um dia... e enquanto isso eu vou em busca de &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;TEMPOS MELHORES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;" Tudo tem o seu tempo determinado, e &amp;nbsp;há tempo para todo o propósito debaixo do céu. Há tempo de nascer, e tempo de morrer; tempo de plantar, e tempo de colher, tempo de matar, e tempo de curar; tempo de derribar, e tempo de edificar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Tempo de chorar, e tempo de rir; tempo de prantear, e tempo de saltar; Tempo de espalhar pedras, tempo de abraçar, e tempo de afastar-se de abraçar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Tempo de buscar, e tempo de perder, tempo de guardar, e tempo de perder, tempo de amar, e tempo de aborrecer, tempo de guerra, e tempo de paz."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Eclesiastes 3: 1-8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854691007763811492-2604324289581045263?l=amoraflambada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoraflambada.blogspot.com/feeds/2604324289581045263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amoraflambada.blogspot.com/2009/10/tempos-melhores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854691007763811492/posts/default/2604324289581045263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854691007763811492/posts/default/2604324289581045263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoraflambada.blogspot.com/2009/10/tempos-melhores.html' title='Tempos Melhores'/><author><name>Vanessa Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848234741895365622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_erCWpZcA5gc/SsfiNMc6MJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tvAkJ1xbD4k/S220/DSC02969-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_erCWpZcA5gc/StDUqr0dEUI/AAAAAAAAABI/_e7RTthetWI/s72-c/Novo+Tempo' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854691007763811492.post-4157899811974595801</id><published>2009-10-03T22:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T22:02:50.790-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quanto Custa????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_erCWpZcA5gc/Ssfxp_e31gI/AAAAAAAAABA/dqbNjxfE3Hs/s1600-h/rosas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_erCWpZcA5gc/Ssfxp_e31gI/AAAAAAAAABA/dqbNjxfE3Hs/s320/rosas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;É estranho o jeito e a ordem como as coisas acontecem na vida, ainda mais comigo.. não usaria a palavra 'ingenua', mas verdadeira e sincera demais para pensar que existem pessoas tão&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;falsas&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-weight: bold;"&gt;dissimuladas&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;nesse mundo, ou melhor, tão perto da gente e a gente nunca sabe.&lt;br /&gt;Por pensar quem existem pessoas que&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;acreditam em palavras, por não conseguir ser verdadeira o bastante ao falar alguma coisa..&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;qualquer coisa!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Por pensar que existem pessoas que são capazes de&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-weight: bold;"&gt;mentir&lt;/span&gt;, chorando e olhando nos teus olhos, por pensar que existem pessoas que frequantaram a tua casa, frequentaram os mesmos ambientes que você, pessoas que você confiou de coração, que você estendeu a mão quando precisou, pessoas que você disse 'eu te amo' porque você realmente amava, e essas pessoas fazerm com você o que você não faria com seu pior inimigo. Por me machucar, por me desgastar, por me irar, por gritar, xingar, falar, por apontar o dedo na cara, por chorar, por me arrepender, por sentir desprezo, por sentir nojo, e agora por sentir pena por saber que pessoas assim todos os dias, conhecem pessoas maravilhosas, dividem momentos com elas e depois conseguem mandar tudo isso para a lixeira, pessoas assim todos os dias perdem alguma coisa achando que estão ganhando, por saber que pessoas assim quebram muito a cara lá na frente, porque por mais que nós não fazemos a mesma coisa com elas, porque sabemos que não somos como elas,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-weight: bold;"&gt;a vida&lt;/span&gt;, não pensa dessa forma. Não eu, nem você, nem ninguem, mas a vida paga com a mesma moeda! Escrevo isso hoje com meu coração&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-weight: bold;"&gt;aliviado&lt;/span&gt;, por saber que uma pessoa como esse tipo de pessoas não faz parte mais das que eu chamo com toda sinceridade desse mundo de&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #006600; font-weight: bold;"&gt;amigas&lt;/span&gt;! E sabe de uma coisa?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ainda bem que isso tudo aconteceu&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço a todos,&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;e flores mortas à você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JaqueNardelli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ps: &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;A peça acabou... a cortina fechou... a pláteia não aplaudiu tal encenação tão falsa e medíucre... ( Dedicado a pessoas que não sabem o verdadeiro valor de uma amizade )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vanessa Oliver.&lt;/i&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/4854691007763811492-4157899811974595801?l=amoraflambada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoraflambada.blogspot.com/feeds/4157899811974595801/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amoraflambada.blogspot.com/2009/10/quanto-custa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854691007763811492/posts/default/4157899811974595801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854691007763811492/posts/default/4157899811974595801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoraflambada.blogspot.com/2009/10/quanto-custa.html' title='Quanto Custa????'/><author><name>Vanessa Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848234741895365622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_erCWpZcA5gc/SsfiNMc6MJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tvAkJ1xbD4k/S220/DSC02969-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_erCWpZcA5gc/Ssfxp_e31gI/AAAAAAAAABA/dqbNjxfE3Hs/s72-c/rosas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854691007763811492.post-2375055841555463272</id><published>2009-10-03T21:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T21:47:01.659-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_erCWpZcA5gc/Ssfr2emUYbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/bI5I-fy4jfM/s1600-h/liberdade-estrada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_erCWpZcA5gc/Ssfr2emUYbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/bI5I-fy4jfM/s320/liberdade-estrada.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; É estranho pensar que demorei tanto para estar aqui blogando,bacana escrever e expressar tudo o que vivo e sinto...O que me satisfaz bastante, ainda mais por ser da era de escrever e mandar cartas via pombo. Mais hoje estou aqui, no meu primeiro post, o que significa muito pra mim... tenho certeza que vão ser muitos posts, muitas experiências vividas e contadas, ou até mesmo as "não" experiências... Sinto que vai ser bem gratificante compartilhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;VIDA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt; aqui!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ah eu não posso deixar de dizer um "Obrigada" mais que Especial a minha amiga e princesa Jaqui Nardelli... Vc me inspirou a estar aqui!!&lt;/i&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥ &lt;/b&gt;Baisers&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Flambado pra vc...&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/4854691007763811492-2375055841555463272?l=amoraflambada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoraflambada.blogspot.com/feeds/2375055841555463272/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amoraflambada.blogspot.com/2009/10/walk.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854691007763811492/posts/default/2375055841555463272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854691007763811492/posts/default/2375055841555463272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoraflambada.blogspot.com/2009/10/walk.html' title='Walk'/><author><name>Vanessa Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848234741895365622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_erCWpZcA5gc/SsfiNMc6MJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tvAkJ1xbD4k/S220/DSC02969-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_erCWpZcA5gc/Ssfr2emUYbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/bI5I-fy4jfM/s72-c/liberdade-estrada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
