<?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-1099124716676033447</id><updated>2011-09-19T08:48:52.260-03:00</updated><category term='SINDROME DO AMOR'/><category term='papai noel'/><category term='FESTAMOROSA'/><category term='síndrome do amor'/><category term='dia do amor incondicional'/><category term='amor incondicional'/><category term='marília castelo branco'/><category term='Maria Rita'/><title type='text'>Falando de Amor</title><subtitle type='html'>A Associação Síndrome do Amor fala de um amor incondicional que nada pede em troca, que cuida sem pensar no tempo. Queremos conhecer o que é amor para você. Envie uma canção, um poema, um texto de sua autoria, ou não, falando de amor para amor@sindromedoamor.com.br. Vamos unir aqui tudo de lindo que se escreveu sobre esse sentimento que pode salvar o mundo.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TC_bIdeH1AI/AAAAAAAAAIs/D2PQ78aJMa4/S220/logoaltbaixa.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099124716676033447.post-3394343227770090575</id><published>2011-05-16T21:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T21:39:28.913-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FESTAMOROSA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SINDROME DO AMOR'/><title type='text'>II FESTAMOSORA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s7uCzjlltq4/TdHDnjBtTmI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/0s2xRbssbhI/s1600/PARA+SITE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="164" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s7uCzjlltq4/TdHDnjBtTmI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/0s2xRbssbhI/s320/PARA+SITE.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&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/1099124716676033447-3394343227770090575?l=somosamorosos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/feeds/3394343227770090575/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099124716676033447&amp;postID=3394343227770090575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/3394343227770090575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/3394343227770090575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/2011/05/ii-festamosora.html' title='II FESTAMOSORA'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TC_bIdeH1AI/AAAAAAAAAIs/D2PQ78aJMa4/S220/logoaltbaixa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s7uCzjlltq4/TdHDnjBtTmI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/0s2xRbssbhI/s72-c/PARA+SITE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099124716676033447.post-2032537084326162008</id><published>2010-12-23T02:44:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T02:54:17.757-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='síndrome do amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papai noel'/><title type='text'>NÃO ACREDITA EM PAPAI NOEL? QUE PENA!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TRLTV-TZ3mI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/067NEPmn_L8/s1600/guirlanda+Maria+Lucia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TRLTV-TZ3mI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/067NEPmn_L8/s320/guirlanda+Maria+Lucia.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Esta é a foto de um presente especial que&amp;nbsp;a  equipe da Síndrome do Amor recebeu da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;amorosa Maria Lucia e sua sobrinha Luciana. E uma  guirlanda de balas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nesses dias, tenho acompanhado minhas netas Sophia e Helena na  ansiedade pela chegada do Papai Noel. Para elas esse é um acontecimento de  grande relevância. Muda a rotina, dá dor de barriga, existe uma preocupação  especial com o comportamento porque esse é um velhinho que conhece a fundo os  passos de todas as crianças e, mesmo sabendo que não somos perfeitos, ainda nos  traz presentes. Pedimos o que desejamos, mas ele só&amp;nbsp;entrega o que é possível.  Entendemos que são muitas crianças esperando, sonhando. Somos felizes com isso!  Quanto aprendizado nessa história!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Foi assim que percebi que voltei a acreditar em Papai Noel!  Não são mais bonecas, bicicletas, brinquedos que ele me traz, mas alegria, fé&amp;nbsp;e  coragem. Neste ano, me trouxe novas esperanças, reconhecimento,&amp;nbsp;a possibilidade  de ser eu mesma, de restaurar a confiança nas minhas escolhas, de conviver com  verdadeiros amigos e a oportunidade de vislumbrar&amp;nbsp;o amor de novo. Por fim, me  fez persistir no compartilhar a experiência de não resistir à dor aceitando-a  como mais um episódio da vida de qualquer pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Para Papai Noel não importa se fui "boazinha" porque, desde  sempre, soube que não existe ninguém que seja só bom ou mau. Mesmo assim, ele  nos&amp;nbsp;dá uma, outra, mais uma, duas, milhares de chances de sermos melhores. O meu  Papai Noel de adulta me mostrou o frio das sombras, da solidão, do  desapontamento, da decepção&amp;nbsp;para em seguida me provar que tudo volta a brotar e  nascer novinho novamente e ainda mais forte, basta que a gente nunca deixe de  acreditar e jamais se&amp;nbsp;permita perder as esperanças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Agora, já avó, percebi que esse símbolo existe há tanto tempo  e permanecerá por muitas gerações porque é uma forma de nos lembrarmos que  existem presentes em tudo, a todo momento, todos os dias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não deixe de acreditar em Papai Noel! Ele é a gente se  perdoando e seguindo em frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Feliz Natal com muito amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Marília&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099124716676033447-2032537084326162008?l=somosamorosos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/feeds/2032537084326162008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099124716676033447&amp;postID=2032537084326162008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/2032537084326162008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/2032537084326162008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/2010/12/esta-e-foto-de-um-presente-especial-que.html' title='NÃO ACREDITA EM PAPAI NOEL? QUE PENA!!'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TC_bIdeH1AI/AAAAAAAAAIs/D2PQ78aJMa4/S220/logoaltbaixa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TRLTV-TZ3mI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/067NEPmn_L8/s72-c/guirlanda+Maria+Lucia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099124716676033447.post-195822910073842166</id><published>2010-10-30T14:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T14:44:49.547-02:00</updated><title type='text'>SUCESSO É AMAR E SER AMADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TMxLIMQYgkI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0jigv9EFiCs/s320/Thales+rindo+pro+L%C3%AA+260605.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thales com seu primo Leonardo curtindo uma preguiça&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TMxLIMQYgkI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0jigv9EFiCs/s1600/Thales+rindo+pro+L%C3%AA+260605.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Nem é preciso mais dizer que vivemos a Era da informação. São tantos estímulos, tantas fontes, tanta gente podendo falar o que pensa, incentivos à comunicação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;No meio desse oceano de mensagens faladas, escritas, há sempre um forte objetivo em comum: Procuramos o sucesso, queremos dar certo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Simples? Não, nada simples. Vamos tomar como exemplo o sucesso profissional. Acreditamos, ou somos levados a acreditar que através dele vem no pacote o sucesso afetivo, familiar, as realizações todas. Será?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;É curioso abrir revistas que ensinam as pessoas a conquistar o sucesso profissional. A cor da roupa que devem usar na primeira entrevista, o que dizer, o que não dizer, o lado, o jeito de olhar. O examinador, com todas essas dicas estará em frente de um ser perfeito que não demonstra fraqueza, nem constrangimento ou ansiedade. A contratação de um verdadeiro robô. Será que é de um profissional não humano que o chefe, o cliente precisam?.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;A Psicologia cresce em busca de uma forma das pessoas reencontrarem e fazerem as pazes com a sua própria emoção cada vez mais embotada, cada vez tomamos mais antidepressivos, mas...fazemos sucesso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Minha conclusão é talvez um pouco romântica, mas SUCESSO É AMAR E SER AMADO. Isso parece fácil, mas não é porque amor não é essa coisa enluarada que a gente pensa.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Hoje faz 5 anos que meu filho Thales foi brilhar no céu. Ele nunca leu uma revista VOCÊ S.A., nunca entrou na Internet, nunca pronunciou uma só palavra,  mas é um cara de sucesso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;O Thales amou seus irmãos, as pessoas, a voz da cantora Maria Rita. Com sua vontade de viver “APESAR DE” conquistou médicos, enfermeiros que cuidaram dele com dedicação&lt;u&gt; humana e amorosa&lt;/u&gt;. Com seu olhar, motivou sua mãe, eu, a contar sua história e ser feliz com a vinda dele, ainda que curta e um tanto dolorosa. Dor se cura com amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Repito, SUCESSO É AMAR E SER AMADO e para isso não há regras. Cada um tem seu tempo de amadurecer, de se entregar e principalmente se desprender a ponto de viver o amor de forma incondicional.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Quando a gente ama assim é capaz até de deixar ir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Feliz dia do Amor Incondicional para você!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Bjs com carinho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Marília&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&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/1099124716676033447-195822910073842166?l=somosamorosos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/feeds/195822910073842166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099124716676033447&amp;postID=195822910073842166&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/195822910073842166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/195822910073842166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/2010/10/sucesso-e-amar-e-ser-amado.html' title='SUCESSO É AMAR E SER AMADO'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TC_bIdeH1AI/AAAAAAAAAIs/D2PQ78aJMa4/S220/logoaltbaixa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TMxLIMQYgkI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0jigv9EFiCs/s72-c/Thales+rindo+pro+L%C3%AA+260605.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099124716676033447.post-669811979459372915</id><published>2010-10-21T13:39:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T00:42:35.410-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='síndrome do amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria Rita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marília castelo branco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor incondicional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dia do amor incondicional'/><title type='text'>O Redundante Amor Incondicional - 30 de outubro</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TMBebPtBD-I/AAAAAAAAALo/-l5GD2ILZPs/s320/Amancay1_tif.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amancay - a flor do amor incondicional&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A palavra AMOR já diz tudo, se amamos não pensamos em condição alguma. Amamos e ponto.&amp;nbsp; Pelo menos teoricamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Esse sentimento é ligado ao perdão, à aceitação, ao respeito e quem consegue nutrir tudo isso pelo outro, ama de fato. Mas, na prática, a coisa funciona meio diferente. A gente se ama primeiro e para ser feliz precisa prioriza nossos valores e vontades. É bíblico, “ama o teu próximo como a ti mesmo”. Primeiro nós, aí aprendemos na pele, depois os outros não é pecado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mesmo assim, amor é incondicional por definição e constatação, o que é condicional é o permanecer juntos. &amp;nbsp;Há pessoas ou até coisas que a gente ama,&amp;nbsp; mas não consegue conviver, ou não pode, perdoa, mas prefere não ver mais, então, não que o amor acabe, mas optamos pela não convivência. Se houve amor, ele não se acaba, pode até se transformar, justamente porque não conhece a morte de si mesmo, é imortal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;No caso de uma criança especial,&amp;nbsp; somos desafiados a viver o amor incondicional na sua forma mais verdadeira. Inicialmente a gente não quer ver, não quer aceitar, não quer o filho daquele jeito, mas não há outra mãe, outro pai. Não dá pra devolver um filho ou fazer uma doação, assim, apenas porque tem características que a gente não gosta. Dói, dói, mas como todos os amores esse também vai se construindo devagar e forte! Para mim, Deus escolheu algumas pessoas para “degustar” a forma mais genuína de amar e o gosto é amargo de início, e como.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Para compartilhar experiências com pessoas que provaram essa forma pura de amor,&lt;b&gt; a Associação Síndrome do Amor vai comemorar o Dia do Amor Incondicional. Dia 30 de outubro, no primeiro minuto&lt;/b&gt;, publicaremos um vídeo no Youtube com uma linda história de amor. Pedimos que a espalhem para seus amigos, conhecidos, parentes e juntem-se a nós nesse grande prazer em apoiar pessoas que desesperadamente precisam aprender o amor incondicional na sua totalidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Contamos com você nesta corrente de amor! Dia 30 de outubro, doze horas e um minuto em todas as redes sociais, Facebook, Orkut, Twitter, Youtube e no site &lt;a href="http://www.sindromedoamor.com.br/"&gt;www.sindromedoamor.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Obrigada! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Com carinho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Marília&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/1099124716676033447-669811979459372915?l=somosamorosos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/feeds/669811979459372915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099124716676033447&amp;postID=669811979459372915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/669811979459372915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/669811979459372915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/2010/10/amancay-flor-do-amor-incondicional.html' title='O Redundante Amor Incondicional - 30 de outubro'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TC_bIdeH1AI/AAAAAAAAAIs/D2PQ78aJMa4/S220/logoaltbaixa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TMBebPtBD-I/AAAAAAAAALo/-l5GD2ILZPs/s72-c/Amancay1_tif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099124716676033447.post-5969861346460418356</id><published>2010-10-21T02:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T02:12:20.993-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Em momentos de dor, lembre-se de quem você ama</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; 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Estudo do departamento de anestesia da Universidade de Stanford comprovou que estar apaixonado pode inibir a dor por ativar fortemente áreas de recompensa do cérebro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Funciona mais ou menos assim: o centro de recompensa é ativado durante experiências prazerosas, como o amor e o sexo. Em seguida, eles se comunicam com estruturas do cérebro que controlam a dor. Estas estruturas enviam mensagens à medula espinhal que bloqueia a dor antes mesmo de ela chegar ao cérebro. "O amor pode impedir que a dor se manifeste antes mesmo de ela chegar ao cérebro. É por isso que as pessoas sentem menos dor quando estão apaixonadas", disse ao iG o professor-assistente Jarred Younger, que participou da pesquisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os cientistas acreditam que este sistema fosse chave para a sobrevivência. Os animais deveriam ser capazes de perseguir metas importantes, mesmo se eles estivessem sentindo dor. "Assim, o sistema ajuda a prosseguir objetivos importantes, reduzindo as dores sentidas", disse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tanto o amor, analgésicos e drogas como cocaína envolvem a mesma área do cérebro, o núcleo accumbers localizado no hipocampo e responsável pela sensação de prazer e euforia. Para comprovar a teoria, pesquisadores recrutaram 15 universitários (oito mulheres e sete homens) para participar do estudo. Cada um deles trouxe fotos de seus namorados assim como de alguém que o atraísse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enquanto um aparelho aquecia a mão dos voluntários - provocando dor - as fotos eram apresentadas em flashes para cada um deles. Ao mesmo tempo seus cérebros eram escaneados por ressonância magnética - para acompanhar as vias neurais de recompensa envolvidas com o sentimento da paixão. A dor era descrita como menor nas vezes em que eles olhavam para as fotos de seus namorados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O estudo pode ajudar a produzir novos métodos para aliviar a dor. Mas é bom ter cautela antes de abandonar analgésicos e sair por aí a procura de um grande amor que alivie o mal estar. "Não há nada que podemos usar para o tratamento ainda, talvez no futuro. É possível que só o ato de pensar na pessoa que você ama pode ajudar a reduzir a dor, ou se lembrar de um tempo bom que passaram juntos", diz Younger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fonte: Maria Fernanda Ziegler, iG São Paulo&lt;/strong&gt; | &lt;cite&gt;14/10/2010&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099124716676033447-5969861346460418356?l=somosamorosos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/feeds/5969861346460418356/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099124716676033447&amp;postID=5969861346460418356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/5969861346460418356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/5969861346460418356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/2010/10/em-momentos-de-dor-lembre-se-de-quem.html' title='Em momentos de dor, lembre-se de quem você ama'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TC_bIdeH1AI/AAAAAAAAAIs/D2PQ78aJMa4/S220/logoaltbaixa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TL-9Bq7jEoI/AAAAAAAAALk/ujttAqTCJ_4/s72-c/OgAAAN4uBlsepQkCgZwHbrgT4NEkM8NAUIUMk1edxjsqO9dsnM67Z6rcjwVV88HPpQDrkSwCKFivtUF8vRs_LixvB8oAm1T1UG92KQlF2302oWol8fHdJcf4ycRx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099124716676033447.post-5912251759266762529</id><published>2010-10-20T01:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T01:32:56.663-02:00</updated><title type='text'>E quem ama só o bonito?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TL5ir7SyUoI/AAAAAAAAALg/tS1nZaQsPl0/s1600/Tulips.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TL5ir7SyUoI/AAAAAAAAALg/tS1nZaQsPl0/s320/Tulips.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="INCREDI_TEXT_AREA" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; padding-left: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Diz  o ditado que quem ama o feio, bonito lhe parece...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;"As  pessoas precisam entender que as crianças com necessidades especiais não estão  doentes. Elas não procuram uma cura, apenas aceitação. Esta é a semana da  educação especial. Noventa e três por cento das pessoas não vão copiar e colar  este texto. Que tal fazer parte das sete por cento e...deixá-lo no seu mural por  pelo menos, uma hora?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Li  isso no Facebook hoje. Foi enviado por alguém que disse que recebeu de outra  pessoa. Não pensei duas vezes em repassar. Recebi depoimentos de mães de  crianças especiais com a mesma sensação de alma lavada que senti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Quem  foi que falou em cura? É por esse conceito que somos desencorajados pelos  médicos, abandonados por nossos amigos que não sabem o que dizer, que ficamos  sozinhos. Ninguém sabe o que fazer com a gente quando não há "jeito", quando não  há cura, nem uma maquiagem, nem uma mentirinha pra amenizar. Mas quem disse que  não vamos amar o filho se ele não ficar diferente do que é ou igual a todo  mundo? Quem disse que nosso filho é que é o doente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;É  &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;por essas que quando se fala em educação  especial, em convívio com pessoas com necessidades especiais , eu fico sem sono.  Minha cabeça não para de pensar em opções de apoio e mais apoio.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;E por quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Vamos  pensar juntos. O desafio é grande! Como é que vamos falar em aceitação de  pessoas com necessidades especiais se quando a ruga aparece mandamos um botox,  se o peito cai, tome silicone, marido chato a gente troca,&amp;nbsp;quem nos ameaça,  eliminamos, quem envelhece, ignoramos? Não aceitamos nem a ação do tempo sobre  nós! Não aceitamos nenhum tipo de frustração! Saiu fora do planejamento,  fora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Outro  dia fui convidada a&amp;nbsp;dar uma palestra sobre inclusão escolar numa cidade da  região aqui de Ribeirão Preto. Expliquei que não tinha experiência no assunto,  pois meu filho especial faleceu ainda bebê. Ainda assim fui. Cheguei lá e me  deparei com algumas dúzias de professores indignados e se sentindo incompetentes  e culpados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;A  lei diz que não pode haver exclusão, a criança tem que ir pra escola. Com todo  respeito quem fez essa lei nunca viu uma criança especial largadinha no pátio da  escola. No mínimo os professores teriam que passar por alguns meses de  treinamento e terapia. Existem mais de 6.000 síndromes genéticas, fora  deficiências adquiridas em acidentes, por exemplo,&amp;nbsp; e cada uma exigindo quase  que um tipo particular de cuidado. Aí queremos pegar essa realidade e “botar na  escola” como se fosse assim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;É  muito mais grave. Pra aceitar alguém diferente da gente é preciso se aceitar  primeiro. Não há como conviver com quem a gente&amp;nbsp;não conhece, com quem não trata  como igual e respeita como diferente, com quem a gente olha e sente culpa." Puxa  eu sou normal, super saudável &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;e ele não  é...que mau, que vergonha, que mal-estar..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Eu  sei que a conversa com os professores só foi possível quando falei que seria  lindo, perfeito se a gente, de cara, pudesse acolher uma criança que não sabe  engolir e por isso baba, que usa sonda, que respira de modo a dar aflição, que  não para quieta ou não sai do lugar. Que quem se sentia incomodado com isso,  quem queria fugir dessa situação era humano, muito normal, mas precisávamos de  mais. Mais porque tudo o que é importante na vida pede esforço e dedicação e  isso quase nunca é fácil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Precisávamos  pensar se fosse o nosso filho, &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;nosso  ente querido. Ainda assim seria difícil, mas mais uma vez precisávamos de mais  treino, mais uma tentativa, até ver nos olhos dessa pessoa a gratidão pela mão  estendida, nos olhos dos Pais o alívio de não estar mais sozinho. E dentro da  gente, a alegria de ter vencido nossos próprios e tristes  preconceitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Amigos,  vamos dar passos rumo aos especiais, aos diferentes, no entanto, sem bandeiras  de um “tudo bem, eu aceito” &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;que não é  verdadeiro. Na maioria das vezes estamos aceitando algo que imaginamos que vai  mudar e não vai. Não é fácil, mas precisamos insistir!! Vamos encarar o tamanho  do desafio e lentamente. Não é fácil mas gratificante e possível se estivermos  comprometidos em buscar compreensão e informação porque vencer essa batalha será  muito mais do que ser politicamente correto ou a garantia de um lugar no céu,  mas uma&amp;nbsp;oportunidade única&amp;nbsp;de aprendizado de valores válidos por uma vida  toda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Talvez  a gente não tenha tido tempo ainda de verificar que TODOS nós somos diferentes.  Que tal deixarmos que essas pessoas especiais nos ensinem isso! Talvez essa seja  a&amp;nbsp;NOSSA cura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Vamos  à mais essa luta. Se nos permitirmos refletir ela já está praticamente  ganha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Bjs  pra vocês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Marília&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/1099124716676033447-5912251759266762529?l=somosamorosos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/feeds/5912251759266762529/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099124716676033447&amp;postID=5912251759266762529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/5912251759266762529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/5912251759266762529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-quem-ama-so-o-bonito.html' title='E quem ama só o bonito?'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TC_bIdeH1AI/AAAAAAAAAIs/D2PQ78aJMa4/S220/logoaltbaixa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TL5ir7SyUoI/AAAAAAAAALg/tS1nZaQsPl0/s72-c/Tulips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099124716676033447.post-8971913658963277699</id><published>2010-10-02T04:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T04:01:19.128-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TKbYqe90cZI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Puo485Mqr7U/s1600/logoaltbaixa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TKbYqe90cZI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Puo485Mqr7U/s1600/logoaltbaixa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando se fala de amor não existem preferências, todos são iguais. Com esse  pensamento nossa associação não está ligada a qualquer religião, partido  político, filosofia, doutrina ou ideologia. Respeitamos todas, estendemos as  nossas mãos às pessoas, independente disso ou daquilo. Isso é amor  incondicional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No entanto, não podemos nos retirar do mundo. Respeitamos as leis e hoje,  como um grupo organizado da sociedade civil, somos beneficiados e prejudicados  por regras impostas por homens (e mulheres) que nós mesmos escolhemos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amanhã é dia de escolha e sei que muito de nós tivemos que aprender, a  duras penas, a lidar com situações que não pudemos escolher. Vamos nos valer  então de tudo o que fomos levamos a observar nas nossas crianças especiais para  compreende-las e conhece-las e partir para uma boa opção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Antes de decidir lembre-se que um líder precisa agir levado pela razão e  pelo coração num equilíbrio divino (de Deus mesmo). A parte prática se analisa  pela sua formação, pelo que fez, pelo que não fez, mas e o coração? Não é com um  ecocardiograma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nisso somos bons! Analise o olhar, o sorriso, as pequenas reações, a  capacidade de ser humilde, se se dar conta que não sabe tudo e precisa aprender  muito. Use sua intuição que se aguçou com a vivência com alguém tão diferente e  necessitado desse amor que não diferencia nada que é vivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois disso tudo, peça a Deus que nos ilumine a todos, porque nós, mais do  que ninguém, precisaremos de grandes seres humanos ocupando os&amp;nbsp;cargos públicos,  pessoas de fato especiais que possam nos ver e a nossos&amp;nbsp;filhos como pessoas  normais e iguais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boa sorte a todos no domingo e que vençam homens ou mulheres de bom  coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099124716676033447-8971913658963277699?l=somosamorosos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/feeds/8971913658963277699/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099124716676033447&amp;postID=8971913658963277699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/8971913658963277699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/8971913658963277699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/2010/10/quando-se-fala-de-amor-nao-existem.html' title=''/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TC_bIdeH1AI/AAAAAAAAAIs/D2PQ78aJMa4/S220/logoaltbaixa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TKbYqe90cZI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Puo485Mqr7U/s72-c/logoaltbaixa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099124716676033447.post-6663077584504462585</id><published>2010-07-15T02:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T02:59:58.636-03:00</updated><title type='text'>USE O MARKETING DO AMOR</title><content type='html'>Esse vídeo foi enviando pelo pai Marco Antonio Leite de Sergipe como presente a todos nós. 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TDpxcJzuZ8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/0X79eEbxcU4/s1600/borboleta+flor+beijo+piton+%2820%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TDpxcJzuZ8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/0X79eEbxcU4/s320/borboleta+flor+beijo+piton+%2820%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Barão Vermelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;Eu te desejo não parar tão cedo&lt;br /&gt;pois toda idade tem prazer e medo&lt;br /&gt;e com os que erram feio e bastante&lt;br /&gt;que você consiga ser tolerante&lt;br /&gt;Quando você ficar triste&lt;br /&gt;que seja por um dia e não o ano inteiro&lt;br /&gt;e que você descubra que rir é bom&lt;br /&gt;mas que rir de tudo é desespero&lt;br /&gt;Desejo que você tenha a quem amar&lt;br /&gt;e quando estiver bem cansado&lt;br /&gt;ainda exista amor pra recomeçar,&lt;br /&gt;pra recomeçar&lt;br /&gt;Eu te desejo muitos amigos&lt;br /&gt;mas que em um você possa confiar&lt;br /&gt;e que tenha até inimigos&lt;br /&gt;pra você não deixar de duvidar&lt;br /&gt;Quando você ficar triste&lt;br /&gt;que seja por um dia e não o ano inteiro&lt;br /&gt;e que você descubra que rir é bom&lt;br /&gt;mas que rir de tudo é desespero&lt;br /&gt;Desejo que você tenha a quem amar...&lt;br /&gt;Desejo que você ganhe dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;pois é preciso viver também&lt;br /&gt;e que você diga a ele pelo menos uma vez&lt;br /&gt;quem é mesmo o dono de quem&lt;br /&gt;Desejo que você tenha a quem amar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aaeRGCyxtMk &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099124716676033447-5245771395503597319?l=somosamorosos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/feeds/5245771395503597319/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099124716676033447&amp;postID=5245771395503597319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/5245771395503597319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/5245771395503597319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/2010/07/amor-pra-recomecar.html' title='AMOR PRA RECOMEÇAR'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TC_bIdeH1AI/AAAAAAAAAIs/D2PQ78aJMa4/S220/logoaltbaixa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TDpxcJzuZ8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/0X79eEbxcU4/s72-c/borboleta+flor+beijo+piton+%2820%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099124716676033447.post-3074088281037240861</id><published>2010-06-25T22:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T22:37:49.673-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TCVZq8-vJCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/r9P-m_xMgFc/s1600/DSC06349.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TCVZq8-vJCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/r9P-m_xMgFc/s200/DSC06349.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Desejos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  Desejo a você &lt;br /&gt;Fruto do mato &lt;br /&gt;Cheiro de jardim &lt;br /&gt;Namoro no portão &lt;br /&gt;Domingo sem chuva &lt;br /&gt;Segunda sem mau humor &lt;br /&gt;Sábado com seu amor &lt;br /&gt;Filme do Carlitos &lt;br /&gt;Chope com amigos &lt;br /&gt;Crônica de Rubem Braga &lt;br /&gt;Viver sem inimigos &lt;br /&gt;Filme antigo na TV &lt;br /&gt;Ter uma pessoa especial &lt;br /&gt;E que ela goste de você &lt;br /&gt;Música de Tom com letra de Chico &lt;br /&gt;Frango caipira em pensão do interior &lt;br /&gt;Ouvir uma palavra amável &lt;br /&gt;Ter uma surpresa agradável &lt;br /&gt;Ver a Banda passar &lt;br /&gt;Noite de lua Cheia &lt;br /&gt;Rever uma velha amizade &lt;br /&gt;Ter fé em Deus &lt;br /&gt;Não Ter que ouvir a palavra não &lt;br /&gt;Nem nunca, nem jamais e adeus. &lt;br /&gt;Rir como criança &lt;br /&gt;Ouvir canto de passarinho &lt;br /&gt;Sarar de resfriado &lt;br /&gt;Escrever um poema de Amor &lt;br /&gt;Que nunca será rasgado &lt;br /&gt;Formar um par ideal &lt;br /&gt;Tomar banho de cachoeira &lt;br /&gt;Pegar um bronzeado legal &lt;br /&gt;Aprender um nova canção &lt;br /&gt;Esperar alguém na estação &lt;br /&gt;Queijo com goiabada &lt;br /&gt;Pôr-do-Sol na roça &lt;br /&gt;Uma festa &lt;br /&gt;Um violão &lt;br /&gt;Uma seresta &lt;br /&gt;Recordar um amor antigo &lt;br /&gt;Ter um ombro sempre amigo &lt;br /&gt;Bater palmas de alegria &lt;br /&gt;Uma tarde amena &lt;br /&gt;Calçar um velho chinelo &lt;br /&gt;Sentar numa velha poltrona &lt;br /&gt;Tocar violão para alguém &lt;br /&gt;Ouvir a chuva no telhado &lt;br /&gt;Vinho branco &lt;br /&gt;Bolero de Ravel &lt;br /&gt;E muito carinho meu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099124716676033447-3074088281037240861?l=somosamorosos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/feeds/3074088281037240861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099124716676033447&amp;postID=3074088281037240861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/3074088281037240861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/3074088281037240861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/2010/06/desejos-desejo-voce-fruto-do-mato.html' title=''/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TC_bIdeH1AI/AAAAAAAAAIs/D2PQ78aJMa4/S220/logoaltbaixa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TCVZq8-vJCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/r9P-m_xMgFc/s72-c/DSC06349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099124716676033447.post-5126697948333853029</id><published>2010-06-19T00:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T00:06:23.943-03:00</updated><title type='text'>OLHOS DE VIDRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TBw0E_hCODI/AAAAAAAAAIU/sGuTVYKlijQ/s1600/28032010%28014%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TBw0E_hCODI/AAAAAAAAAIU/sGuTVYKlijQ/s200/28032010%28014%29.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Que olhos são  estes que&amp;nbsp;me olham assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Transpassam minha  alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Carregam o que  é puro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Imbuídos de  amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Me mostram o  mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Com ondas de  fúria e calmaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Olhos que me falam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;De amor... de palavras nunca  ditas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Olhos que  fixam em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;E por  vezes se dispersam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Queria saber para onde vais nesta  hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Foges para  longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;E depois  voltas como se nunca tivesses ido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Ou será que&amp;nbsp;nunca fostes?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Às vezes acho que vais me  dizer o que queres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Logo depois vejo que não  precisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Teus olhos  falam mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;E essas  palavras que teus olhos falam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Só os meus conhecem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Só os meus escutam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Meu anjo, minha luz!  (para Ana Luísa)&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/1099124716676033447-5126697948333853029?l=somosamorosos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/feeds/5126697948333853029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099124716676033447&amp;postID=5126697948333853029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/5126697948333853029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/5126697948333853029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/2010/06/olhos-de-vidro.html' title='OLHOS DE VIDRO'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TC_bIdeH1AI/AAAAAAAAAIs/D2PQ78aJMa4/S220/logoaltbaixa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TBw0E_hCODI/AAAAAAAAAIU/sGuTVYKlijQ/s72-c/28032010%28014%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099124716676033447.post-793364277444146300</id><published>2010-06-17T01:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T02:01:23.095-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O GERMINAR DO AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Tu eras também uma pequena folha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;que tremia no meu peito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;O vento da vida pôs-te ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A princípio não te vi: não soube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;que ias comigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;até que as tuas raízes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;atravessaram o meu peito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;se uniram aos fios do meu sangue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;falaram pela minha boca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;floresceram comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="RIGHT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099124716676033447-793364277444146300?l=somosamorosos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/feeds/793364277444146300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099124716676033447&amp;postID=793364277444146300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/793364277444146300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/793364277444146300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-germinar-do-amor-tu-eras-tambem-uma.html' title='O GERMINAR DO AMOR'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TC_bIdeH1AI/AAAAAAAAAIs/D2PQ78aJMa4/S220/logoaltbaixa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TBmrs7HWoII/AAAAAAAAAIE/NBbYkdfGZvk/s72-c/Chrysanthemum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099124716676033447.post-8174400375764081241</id><published>2010-06-17T01:03:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T01:17:12.581-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O PRIMEIRO AMOR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TBmgYuAfvuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mw74nhjMDsQ/s1600/Ituverava+12+abr+09+083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TBmgYuAfvuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mw74nhjMDsQ/s200/Ituverava+12+abr+09+083.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TBmXYqN5G5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/FuDz8q_oHEo/s1600/DSC03893.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME ENCANTE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me encante da maneira que você quiser, como você souber.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me encante, para que eu possa me dar...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me encante nos mínimos detalhes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saiba me sorrir: aquele sorriso malicioso,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gostoso, inocente e carente.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me encante com suas mãos,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gesticule quando for preciso.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me toque, quero correr esse risco.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me acarinhe se quiser...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vou fingir que não entendo,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que nem queria esse momento.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me encante com seus olhos...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me olhe profundo, mas só por um segundo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Depois desvie o seu olhar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como se o meu olhar,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não tivesse conseguido te encantar...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E então, volte a me fitar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tão profundamente, que eu fique perdido.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sem saber o que falar...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me encante com suas palavras...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me fale dos seus sonhos, dos seus prazeres.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me conte segredos, sem medos,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E depois me diga o quanto te encantei.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me encante com serenidade...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas não se esqueça também,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que tem que ser com simplicidade,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não pode haver maldade.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me encante com uma certa calma,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sem pressa. Tente entender a minha alma.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me encante como você fez com o seu primeiro namorado...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sem subterfúgios, sem cálculos, sem dúvidas, com certeza.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me encante na calada da madrugada,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Na luz do sol ou embaixo da chuva....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me encante sem dizer nada, ou até dizendo tudo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sorrindo ou chorando. Triste ou alegre...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas, me encante de verdade, com vontade...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que depois, eu te confesso que me apaixonei,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E prometo te encantar por todos os dias...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pelo resto das nossas vidas!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="RIGHT" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PABLO NERUDA&lt;/b&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/1099124716676033447-8174400375764081241?l=somosamorosos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/feeds/8174400375764081241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099124716676033447&amp;postID=8174400375764081241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/8174400375764081241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/8174400375764081241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-primeiro-amor.html' title='O PRIMEIRO AMOR!'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TC_bIdeH1AI/AAAAAAAAAIs/D2PQ78aJMa4/S220/logoaltbaixa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TBmgYuAfvuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mw74nhjMDsQ/s72-c/Ituverava+12+abr+09+083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099124716676033447.post-392419404963588817</id><published>2010-06-15T10:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T10:46:27.717-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O AMOR QUANDO SE REVELA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TBeD2I0NQCI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ChQMUXGcJVc/s1600/Hydrangeas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TBeD2I0NQCI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ChQMUXGcJVc/s320/Hydrangeas.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;O  AMOR QUANDO SE REVELA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;O amor, quando se revela, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;não se sabe revelar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Sabe bem olhar p'ra ela, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;mas não lhe sabe falar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Quem quer dizer o que sente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;não sabe o que há de dizer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Fala: parece que mente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Cala: parece esquecer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Ah, mas se ela adivinhasse, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;se pudesse ouvir o olhar,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;e se um olhar lhe bastasse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;pra  saber que a estão a amar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Mas quem sente muito, cala; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;quem quer dizer quanto sente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;fica sem alma nem fala, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;fica só, inteiramente! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Mas se isto puder contar-lhe&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;o que não lhe ouso contar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;já não terei que falar-lhe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;porque lhe estou a falar...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099124716676033447-392419404963588817?l=somosamorosos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/feeds/392419404963588817/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099124716676033447&amp;postID=392419404963588817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/392419404963588817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/392419404963588817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-amor-quando-se-revela.html' title='O AMOR QUANDO SE REVELA'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TC_bIdeH1AI/AAAAAAAAAIs/D2PQ78aJMa4/S220/logoaltbaixa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TBeD2I0NQCI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ChQMUXGcJVc/s72-c/Hydrangeas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099124716676033447.post-8083800563292429039</id><published>2010-06-15T01:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T01:36:52.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O QUE É O AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TBcC6i5K8HI/AAAAAAAAAHU/8BafBXZaKbo/s1600/404_maria_rita_noticia_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TBcC6i5K8HI/AAAAAAAAAHU/8BafBXZaKbo/s200/404_maria_rita_noticia_1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Enviado por Marília Castelo Branco&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;O Que É O Amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="autor" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.letras.com.br/autor/Arlindo_Cruz"&gt;Arlindo Cruz&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.letras.com.br/autor/Mauri%C3%A7%C3%A3o"&gt;Maurição&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.letras.com.br/autor/Fred_Camacho"&gt;Fred Camacho&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;Se perguntar o que é o amor pra mim &lt;br /&gt;Não sei responder&lt;br /&gt;Não sei explicar&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que o amor nasceu dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Me fez renascer&lt;br /&gt;Me fez despertar&lt;br /&gt;Me disseram uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Que o danado do amor&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser fatal&lt;br /&gt;Dor sem ter remédio pra curar&lt;br /&gt;Me disseram também&lt;br /&gt;Que o amor faz bem&lt;br /&gt;E que vence o mal&lt;br /&gt;E até hoje ninguém conseguiu definir&lt;br /&gt;O que é o amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a gente ama, brilha mais que o sol&lt;br /&gt;É muita luz&lt;br /&gt;É emoção&lt;br /&gt;O amor&lt;br /&gt;Quando a gente ama, é um clarão do luar&lt;br /&gt;Que vem abençoar&lt;br /&gt;O nosso amor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099124716676033447-8083800563292429039?l=somosamorosos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/feeds/8083800563292429039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099124716676033447&amp;postID=8083800563292429039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/8083800563292429039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/8083800563292429039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-que-e-o-amor.html' title='O QUE É O AMOR'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TC_bIdeH1AI/AAAAAAAAAIs/D2PQ78aJMa4/S220/logoaltbaixa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TBcC6i5K8HI/AAAAAAAAAHU/8BafBXZaKbo/s72-c/404_maria_rita_noticia_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099124716676033447.post-6504749560573799682</id><published>2010-06-15T01:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T01:26:16.388-03:00</updated><title type='text'>EU SEI QUE VOU TE AMAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Enviado por Dolores Joaquim (a Lolly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TBb-wZhE9vI/AAAAAAAAAHM/qGmlMLKt9WQ/s1600/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TBb-wZhE9vI/AAAAAAAAAHM/qGmlMLKt9WQ/s200/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu sei que vou te amar&lt;br /&gt;Por toda  minha vida, eu vou te amar&lt;br /&gt;Em cada despedida, eu vou te  amar&lt;br /&gt;Desesperadamente&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que vou te amar&lt;br /&gt;E cada verso meu  será&lt;br /&gt;Pra te dizer que eu sei que vou te amar&lt;br /&gt;Por toda a minha  vida...&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que vou chorar&lt;br /&gt;A cada ausência tua eu vou chorar&lt;br /&gt;Mas  cada volta tua há de apagar&lt;br /&gt;O que esta ausência tua me causou&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que  vou sofrer&lt;br /&gt;A eterna desventura de viver&lt;br /&gt;À espera de viver ao lado  teu&lt;br /&gt;Por toda a minha vida..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Informal Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;De Tudo AO Meu Amor Serei Atento Antes, e  com tal zelo, e semper, e Tanto&lt;br /&gt;Que em face do encanto Mesmo Maior Dele se  encante Meu pensamento MAIS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Informal Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* Vinícius de  Moraes * &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099124716676033447-6504749560573799682?l=somosamorosos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/feeds/6504749560573799682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099124716676033447&amp;postID=6504749560573799682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/6504749560573799682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/6504749560573799682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/2010/06/eu-sei-que-vou-te-amar.html' title='EU SEI QUE VOU TE AMAR'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TC_bIdeH1AI/AAAAAAAAAIs/D2PQ78aJMa4/S220/logoaltbaixa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TBb-wZhE9vI/AAAAAAAAAHM/qGmlMLKt9WQ/s72-c/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099124716676033447.post-5140739587197168576</id><published>2010-06-15T01:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T01:06:43.371-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Amor é tudo de Bom</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Enviado por &lt;span href="mailto:marlene_hschaefer@yahoo.com.br" onmouseout="this.style.textDecoration='none'; this.style.color = '';" onmouseover="this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.color = '#2f69d5';" style="color: #2f69d5; text-decoration: underline;" title="marlene_hschaefer@yahoo.com.br"&gt;Marlene&amp;nbsp;Holzmeier&amp;nbsp;Schaefer&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.belasmensagens.com.br/mensagens/imagens/visionimagen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mensagem" border="0" height="151" src="http://www.belasmensagens.com.br/mensagens/imagens/visionimagen.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O amor é tudo de bom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor destranca as portas. Destranca tudo: janelas, vitrôs, portões, porteiras..... o coração, a vida! O amor é tudo de bom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas para que isso aconteça só você pode fazer a sua parte, né? Destrancar algo que só abre por dentro e que só você tem o segredo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"É preciso saber viver", diz a música que se transformou em hino. Seja mais receptivo, viu? Deixe seu coração sempre aberto, sempre escancarado para o amor! Mesmo sabendo que você possa bater a cara! Você não faz o tipo de quem não acredita no amor! E mesmo que você esteja se sentindo um pouco derrotado e sem valor hoje, siga em frente! "É preciso amor para poder pulsar", viu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer saber de uma verdade? Onde existe amor não há lugar para a crítica! E nem condenação, nem julgamento! Nem perca mais tempo com isso! Não compensa! O amor sim, compensa tudo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tente enxergar as pessoas além das aparências, viu? Lembra daquela máxima: "quem ama o feio, bonito lhe parece"? Tão antiga e tão atual, né? O que é feio pra você? E o que é bonito? Contemplar o que é belo é ver além um pouco mais adiante! Contemple o que você sabe o que é belo, nobre e bom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você está aqui e vivendo um  &lt;a href="http://www.belasmensagens.com.br/amor/o-amor-e-tudo-de-bom%21-968.html#" onclick="hwClick182010(undefined);return false;" oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseout="hideMaybe('HOTWordsTitle'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='dotted 1px'; " onmouseover="hw182010(event, this, 'undefined'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='solid';" style="border-bottom: 1px dotted; color: magenta; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;momento&lt;/a&gt; lindo em sua vida, sabia? Observe quantas emoções boas e bonitas tem vivido. Assim, continue otimista, vibrante, amoroso, aberto, alegre, confiante.... Não deixe mais a vida passar em branco. Chore, sorria.... permita sentir todas as sensações que você tem direito! "O importante é que emoções eu vivi" diz acertadamente a música do Roberto Carlos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conquiste a sua paz interior. Você merece e sabe como! E nem perca mais tempo tentando mudar o outros, viu? Só tem uma pessoa nesse mundo que você pode mudar e sabe quem, né? Você! Só você e mais ninguém!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos nesse mundo de  &lt;a href="http://www.belasmensagens.com.br/amor/o-amor-e-tudo-de-bom%21-968.html#" onclick="hwClick282010(undefined);return false;" oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseout="hideMaybe('HOTWordsTitle'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='dotted 1px'; " onmouseover="hw282010(event, this, 'undefined'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='solid';" style="border-bottom: 1px dotted; color: magenta; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;passagem&lt;/a&gt;, viu? E para aprender a viver! Portanto, simplesmente aprenda a ser! Só isso: aproveite a viagem, a jornada e cuide-se bem dando um sentindo novo e colorido pra você mesmo! Viva o amor! Viva para amar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom Dia! Bom Divertimento! Fique com Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dizem que há mundos lá fora, que nem em sonho eu vi. Mas que me importa todo o mundo, se o mundo todo é aqui e agora?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099124716676033447-5140739587197168576?l=somosamorosos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/feeds/5140739587197168576/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099124716676033447&amp;postID=5140739587197168576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/5140739587197168576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/5140739587197168576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-amor-e-tudo-de-bom.html' title='O Amor é tudo de Bom'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TC_bIdeH1AI/AAAAAAAAAIs/D2PQ78aJMa4/S220/logoaltbaixa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099124716676033447.post-8322802411093082320</id><published>2010-06-13T21:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T21:43:18.338-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TBV6YfUAZaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BTR48-Ti6HQ/s1600/Ituverava+12+abr+09+077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TBV6YfUAZaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BTR48-Ti6HQ/s200/Ituverava+12+abr+09+077.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,SunSans-Regular,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="title"&gt;1 Corintios&amp;nbsp;13 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;  &amp;lt; %=R("VerseNum")% &amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;lt; %=R("Text")% &amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Bookman Old Style,Times New Roman,Times Roman,Serif;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span class="paranum"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ainda que eu falasse as línguas dos homens e dos anjos, e näo tivesse amor, seria como o metal que soa ou como o sino que tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Bookman Old Style,Times New Roman,Times Roman,Serif;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span class="paranum"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;E ainda que tivesse o dom de profecia, e conhecesse todos os mistérios e toda a ciência, e ainda que tivesse toda a fé, de maneira tal que transportasse os montes, e näo tivesse amor, nada seria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Bookman Old Style,Times New Roman,Times Roman,Serif;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span class="paranum"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;E ainda que distribuísse toda a minha fortuna para sustento dos pobres, e ainda que entregasse o meu corpo para ser queimado, e näo tivesse amor, nada disso me aproveitaria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Bookman Old Style,Times New Roman,Times Roman,Serif;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span class="paranum"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;O amor é sofredor, é benigno; o amor näo é invejoso; o amor näo trata com leviandade, näo se ensoberbece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Bookman Old Style,Times New Roman,Times Roman,Serif;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span class="paranum"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Näo se porta com indecência, näo busca os seus interesses, näo se irrita, näo suspeita mal;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Bookman Old Style,Times New Roman,Times Roman,Serif;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span class="paranum"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Näo folga com a injustiça, mas folga com a verdade;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Bookman Old Style,Times New Roman,Times Roman,Serif;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span class="paranum"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Tudo sofre, tudo crê, tudo espera, tudo suporta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Bookman Old Style,Times New Roman,Times Roman,Serif;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span class="paranum"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;O amor nunca falha; mas havendo profecias, seräo aniquiladas; havendo línguas, cessaräo; havendo ciência, desaparecerá;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Bookman Old Style,Times New Roman,Times Roman,Serif;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span class="paranum"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Porque, em parte, conhecemos, e em parte profetizamos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Bookman Old Style,Times New Roman,Times Roman,Serif;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span class="paranum"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Mas, quando vier o que é perfeito, entäo o que o é em parte será aniquilado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Bookman Old Style,Times New Roman,Times Roman,Serif;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span class="paranum"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Quando eu era menino, falava como menino, sentia como menino, discorria como menino, mas, logo que cheguei a ser homem, acabei com as coisas de menino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Bookman Old Style,Times New Roman,Times Roman,Serif;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span class="paranum"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Porque agora vemos por espelho em enigma, mas entäo veremos face a face; agora conheço em parte, mas entäo conhecerei como também sou conhecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Bookman Old Style,Times New Roman,Times Roman,Serif;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span class="paranum"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Agora, pois, permanecem a fé, a esperança e o amor, estes três, mas o maior destes é o amor.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;!---------------------------&amp;gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099124716676033447-8322802411093082320?l=somosamorosos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/feeds/8322802411093082320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099124716676033447&amp;postID=8322802411093082320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/8322802411093082320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/8322802411093082320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/2010/06/1-corintios-rversenum-rtext-1-que-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TC_bIdeH1AI/AAAAAAAAAIs/D2PQ78aJMa4/S220/logoaltbaixa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TBV6YfUAZaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BTR48-Ti6HQ/s72-c/Ituverava+12+abr+09+077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099124716676033447.post-4708010269925233550</id><published>2010-06-13T13:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T00:02:50.408-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O PODER DO AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TBUBwgXHNtI/AAAAAAAAAG8/qBMFgewxq_g/s1600/ana+luiza+Ijui+SC+pai+eloir.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TBUBwgXHNtI/AAAAAAAAAG8/qBMFgewxq_g/s200/ana+luiza+Ijui+SC+pai+eloir.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TBUBwgXHNtI/AAAAAAAAAG8/qBMFgewxq_g/s1600/ana+luiza+Ijui+SC+pai+eloir.jpg" style="color: #660000;"&gt;O PODER DO AMOR&lt;br /&gt;(Jonas Demeneghi/Liamara Nascimento - CD Na Busca da Essência)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sentimento que move o ser que descobre&lt;br /&gt;O valor do bem, o porquê da dor&lt;br /&gt;A magia que está no poder do amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O caminho que mostra que a grande resposta&lt;br /&gt;Está em mim, está em você&lt;br /&gt;E somente juntos poderemos crescer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No caminho do amor em busca da paz&lt;br /&gt;Em busca do Pai Maior, do amor maior&lt;br /&gt;De um mundo mais feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos buscar e acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Que o amor de Deus está no coração&lt;br /&gt;Vamos juntar as nossas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Que a luz desse amor desfaz a escuridão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ser que descobre o amor&lt;br /&gt;Está mais longe da dor está mais perto de Deus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i style="color: #660000;"&gt;enviado por Eloir Torres Haas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099124716676033447-4708010269925233550?l=somosamorosos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/feeds/4708010269925233550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099124716676033447&amp;postID=4708010269925233550&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/4708010269925233550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/4708010269925233550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-poder-do-amor.html' title='O PODER DO AMOR'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TC_bIdeH1AI/AAAAAAAAAIs/D2PQ78aJMa4/S220/logoaltbaixa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TBUBwgXHNtI/AAAAAAAAAG8/qBMFgewxq_g/s72-c/ana+luiza+Ijui+SC+pai+eloir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099124716676033447.post-2665233246558765251</id><published>2010-06-13T12:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T12:55:56.537-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #806b25; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;No sentido universal, o amor é o poder divino de atração  que, na criação, harmoniza e une. Aqueles que vivem em sintonia com a força  atrativa do amor harmonizam-se com a Natureza e com os seus semelhantes, e são  atraídos para a união bem-aventurada com Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paramahansa Yogananda, Onde Existe Luz, por  Noemi.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099124716676033447-2665233246558765251?l=somosamorosos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/feeds/2665233246558765251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099124716676033447&amp;postID=2665233246558765251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/2665233246558765251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/2665233246558765251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-sentido-universal-o-amor-e-o-poder.html' title=''/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TC_bIdeH1AI/AAAAAAAAAIs/D2PQ78aJMa4/S220/logoaltbaixa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099124716676033447.post-208165648536438212</id><published>2010-06-11T21:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T21:37:51.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AMOR CIRANDA</title><content type='html'>Depois de Drummond, Guca completou com uma canção linda de sua autoria falando de amor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AMOR CIRANDA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guca Domenico&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TBLWofUrB4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/qYOZFal0gXo/s1600/DSC_1916.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TBLWofUrB4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/qYOZFal0gXo/s200/DSC_1916.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O amor é soma, não suma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O amor é cama, não durma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O amor é carne, não coma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O amor que arde é aroma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O amor é fundo infinito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O amor é justo e bonito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O amor é golpe de vista&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O amor é modo de vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O amor é tudo de belo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O amor é puro e singelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O amor é fina vidraça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O amor termina e não passa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O amor é água que lava&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O amor degrau é escada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O amor tá rindo e graceja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Teu amor é lindo, me beija &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099124716676033447-208165648536438212?l=somosamorosos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/feeds/208165648536438212/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099124716676033447&amp;postID=208165648536438212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/208165648536438212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/208165648536438212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/2010/06/amor-ciranda.html' title='AMOR CIRANDA'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TC_bIdeH1AI/AAAAAAAAAIs/D2PQ78aJMa4/S220/logoaltbaixa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TBLWofUrB4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/qYOZFal0gXo/s72-c/DSC_1916.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099124716676033447.post-2269240997409671770</id><published>2010-06-11T21:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T21:25:33.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Puxando a fila</title><content type='html'>Começo nosso espaço de manifestações de amor publicando um poema de Drummond. Ele foi recitado por Guca Domenico na nossa I FESTAMOROSA.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TBLTIP0QD0I/AAAAAAAAAGs/7zXmVE2VUy4/s1600/FLOR1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="173" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TBLTIP0QD0I/AAAAAAAAAGs/7zXmVE2VUy4/s200/FLOR1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;As sem-razões              do amor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo porque te amo,&lt;br /&gt;Não precisas ser amante,&lt;br /&gt;e nem sempre sabes sê-lo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo porque te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Amor é estado de graça&lt;br /&gt;e com amor não se paga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é dado de graça,&lt;br /&gt;é semeado no vento,&lt;br /&gt;na cachoeira, no eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;Amor foge a dicionários&lt;br /&gt;e a regulamentos vários.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo porque não amo&lt;br /&gt;bastante ou demais a mim.&lt;br /&gt;Porque amor não se troca,&lt;br /&gt;não se conjuga nem se ama.&lt;br /&gt;Porque amor é amor a nada,&lt;br /&gt;feliz e forte em si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é primo da morte,&lt;br /&gt;e da morte vencedor,&lt;br /&gt;por mais que o matem (e matam)&lt;br /&gt;a cada instante de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099124716676033447-2269240997409671770?l=somosamorosos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/feeds/2269240997409671770/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099124716676033447&amp;postID=2269240997409671770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/2269240997409671770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099124716676033447/posts/default/2269240997409671770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosamorosos.blogspot.com/2010/06/puxando-fila.html' title='Puxando a fila'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TC_bIdeH1AI/AAAAAAAAAIs/D2PQ78aJMa4/S220/logoaltbaixa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUW4cGoTLaE/TBLTIP0QD0I/AAAAAAAAAGs/7zXmVE2VUy4/s72-c/FLOR1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
