<?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-1140503902875220816</id><updated>2011-07-28T08:17:48.615-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tauanarequena.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140503902875220816/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tauanarequena.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08254293954204260540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SQkzeNSZaHI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hFz7M0W1cNs/S220/__+(14).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140503902875220816.post-7945617145281115671</id><published>2010-10-05T09:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T09:23:25.323-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Os nossos sentimentos nem sempre respondem ao que nossa razão diz" - [[ Tauana Requena ]]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140503902875220816-7945617145281115671?l=tauanarequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tauanarequena.blogspot.com/feeds/7945617145281115671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1140503902875220816&amp;postID=7945617145281115671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140503902875220816/posts/default/7945617145281115671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140503902875220816/posts/default/7945617145281115671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tauanarequena.blogspot.com/2010/10/os-nossos-sentimentos-nem-sempre.html' title=''/><author><name>Tauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08254293954204260540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SQkzeNSZaHI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hFz7M0W1cNs/S220/__+(14).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140503902875220816.post-89915136506124984</id><published>2009-02-02T19:33:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:34:57.830-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amar é descobrir os avessos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É olhar o outro lado, o nunca visto, o não investigado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amar é exercício de investigação, de constante e atenta observância. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Só o observar silencioso da existência nos capacita para uma formulação de palavras... Só pode dizer alguma coisa sobre uma pessoa, aquele que soube demorar, que soube ficar, permanecer, vigiar, descobrir. As palavras reveladoras só nascem depois da observação silenciosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uma mulher não se sente amada no momento em que o homem a proporciona uma noite de amor, apenas... Mas sobretudo no momento em que se sentam à mesa de um restaurante, e sem que ela diga nada ele lhe pede o prato favorito. Amar é descobrir os gostos, os sabores particulares, os desejos mais ocultos. Amar é saber a cor favorita, o número que calça os pés, o que causa medo e o que encoraja.... [[ Padre Fábio de Melo ]]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140503902875220816-89915136506124984?l=tauanarequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tauanarequena.blogspot.com/feeds/89915136506124984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1140503902875220816&amp;postID=89915136506124984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140503902875220816/posts/default/89915136506124984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140503902875220816/posts/default/89915136506124984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tauanarequena.blogspot.com/2009/02/amar.html' title='Amar...'/><author><name>Tauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08254293954204260540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SQkzeNSZaHI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hFz7M0W1cNs/S220/__+(14).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140503902875220816.post-4295776402450660617</id><published>2009-01-03T13:32:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:39:47.642-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SV-GNz-y_LI/AAAAAAAAAOs/2PwONrQbodM/s1600-h/rosas08.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287092059406269618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SV-GNz-y_LI/AAAAAAAAAOs/2PwONrQbodM/s400/rosas08.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Não ame pela beleza, pois um dia ela acaba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não ame por admiração, pois um dia você decepciona-se...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ame apenas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pois o tempo nunca pode acabar com um amor sem explicação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há pessoas que querem ser bonitas para chamar a atenção, outras desejam a inteligência para serem admiradas. Mas há algumas que procuram cultivar a Alma e os Sentimentos. Essas alcançam a admiração de todos, porque além de belas e inteligentes tornam-se realmente PESSOAS! [ Desconheço autoria ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140503902875220816-4295776402450660617?l=tauanarequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tauanarequena.blogspot.com/feeds/4295776402450660617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1140503902875220816&amp;postID=4295776402450660617&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140503902875220816/posts/default/4295776402450660617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140503902875220816/posts/default/4295776402450660617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tauanarequena.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-ame-pela-beleza-pois-um-dia-ela.html' title=''/><author><name>Tauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08254293954204260540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SQkzeNSZaHI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hFz7M0W1cNs/S220/__+(14).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SV-GNz-y_LI/AAAAAAAAAOs/2PwONrQbodM/s72-c/rosas08.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140503902875220816.post-8723136732369430928</id><published>2008-12-22T19:14:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T19:30:38.905-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SVAFooEZqGI/AAAAAAAAAOk/AfHwyO2ftW4/s1600-h/natal8top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282728558414375010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SVAFooEZqGI/AAAAAAAAAOk/AfHwyO2ftW4/s400/natal8top.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Então é Natal... E o que você fez?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;O ano termina... E nasce outra vez...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ Que o menino Jesus, possa nascer em cada coração, trazendo nova vida, novas esperanças, novos sonhos, e novos dias onde reine o AMOR, porque só o amor é capaz de transformar o mundo]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140503902875220816-8723136732369430928?l=tauanarequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tauanarequena.blogspot.com/feeds/8723136732369430928/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1140503902875220816&amp;postID=8723136732369430928&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140503902875220816/posts/default/8723136732369430928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140503902875220816/posts/default/8723136732369430928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tauanarequena.blogspot.com/2008/12/feliz-natal.html' title='Feliz Natal'/><author><name>Tauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08254293954204260540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SQkzeNSZaHI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hFz7M0W1cNs/S220/__+(14).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SVAFooEZqGI/AAAAAAAAAOk/AfHwyO2ftW4/s72-c/natal8top.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140503902875220816.post-4211179194899709741</id><published>2008-12-13T16:20:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T16:25:01.623-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SUP9JddYDVI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/BzroOCr1pk0/s1600-h/Sem+TÃ&amp;shy;tulo-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279341527176842578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SUP9JddYDVI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/BzroOCr1pk0/s400/Sem+T%C3%ADtulo-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades dessa turminha que me atura todo dia... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque ir pra facul não seria a mesma coisa sem eles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140503902875220816-4211179194899709741?l=tauanarequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tauanarequena.blogspot.com/feeds/4211179194899709741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1140503902875220816&amp;postID=4211179194899709741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140503902875220816/posts/default/4211179194899709741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140503902875220816/posts/default/4211179194899709741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tauanarequena.blogspot.com/2008/12/saudades-dessa-turminha-que-me-atura.html' title=''/><author><name>Tauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08254293954204260540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SQkzeNSZaHI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hFz7M0W1cNs/S220/__+(14).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SUP9JddYDVI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/BzroOCr1pk0/s72-c/Sem+T%C3%ADtulo-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140503902875220816.post-2368697520561191707</id><published>2008-12-03T22:17:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:52:20.902-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"É, o natal está quase ai..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/STch773kP2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/oDe0nK7FzjI/s1600-h/ATgAAAD_uSKpRoNRZdMjUNKa5HQwsFhqQGWSJiKagIvpGKfqe8_m98fncluVTg__W8SXTf2qL2NxrTTaAsCrhxoMsIALAJtU9VCZX9UAn0GtdIU6GmWw4kR-IiGVSg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275722802054578018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/STch773kP2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/oDe0nK7FzjI/s400/ATgAAAD_uSKpRoNRZdMjUNKa5HQwsFhqQGWSJiKagIvpGKfqe8_m98fncluVTg__W8SXTf2qL2NxrTTaAsCrhxoMsIALAJtU9VCZX9UAn0GtdIU6GmWw4kR-IiGVSg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um natal se aproxima...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Época das luzes, das festas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Época em que as pessoas ficam emotivas, com planos de mudança, de fazer um próximo ano melhor, de fazer tudo diferente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Época das &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;musiquinhas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;natalinas&lt;/span&gt;, de ter papai-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;noel&lt;/span&gt; nos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shoppings&lt;/span&gt;, das famílias montarem árvores e trocarem presentes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Época das brincadeiras de amigo secreto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E sem esquecer o real motivo do Natal, o Nascimento de Jesus... Que apesar do comércio que se cria em torno desta data, não deixa de ser uma comemoração importante para os cristãos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;impossível&lt;/span&gt; negar que o Natal tenha uma certa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;magia&lt;/span&gt;, mas confesso que depois de descobrir que o papai-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;noel&lt;/span&gt; não existia, era apenas uma fantasia, pra mim o natal perdeu muito do seu brilho... Devia ser proibido roubar de uma criança a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;inocência&lt;/span&gt; e a fantasia que envolve o natal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140503902875220816-2368697520561191707?l=tauanarequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tauanarequena.blogspot.com/feeds/2368697520561191707/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1140503902875220816&amp;postID=2368697520561191707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140503902875220816/posts/default/2368697520561191707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140503902875220816/posts/default/2368697520561191707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tauanarequena.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-natal-est-quase-ai.html' title='&quot;É, o natal está quase ai...&quot;'/><author><name>Tauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08254293954204260540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SQkzeNSZaHI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hFz7M0W1cNs/S220/__+(14).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/STch773kP2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/oDe0nK7FzjI/s72-c/ATgAAAD_uSKpRoNRZdMjUNKa5HQwsFhqQGWSJiKagIvpGKfqe8_m98fncluVTg__W8SXTf2qL2NxrTTaAsCrhxoMsIALAJtU9VCZX9UAn0GtdIU6GmWw4kR-IiGVSg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140503902875220816.post-8881429504265018247</id><published>2008-11-28T00:42:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T01:11:41.191-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pessoas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje, estava aqui olhando pra esse blog, querendo postar algo, mas sem saber &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exatamente&lt;/span&gt; sobre o que falar... Eis que que abri o espaço de escrever novas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;postagens&lt;/span&gt; ainda sem saber o que escrever e comecei essa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;enrolação&lt;/span&gt; aqui...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Falar sobre meu dia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sobre minhas alegrias?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sobre minhas angustias?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sobre minhas preocupações?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ou então sobre meus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alívios&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não, nada disso, vou falar sobre as pessoas que me cercam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não sou de muitos amigos, mas nunca estou completamente só, por mais que a gente pense que num precisa de ninguém, no fundo a gente sabe, que nada seria como é, se não fossem aqueles que nos cercam, que nos ouvem, que nos falam, com quem a gente ri ou chora, com quem a gente se diverte, ou ainda com quem a gente se preocupa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Meus dias jamais teriam graça ou motivos pra existir, se não fossem as pessoas que passam por eles... Meu pai, minha mãe, minha irmã, meu namorado, meus amigos, meus amigos da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;facul&lt;/span&gt;, meus professores, meus amigos e conhecidos do mundo virtual, que muitas vezes se fazem tão presentes, as pessoas que tiveram participação do meu passado, mas que ainda vivem em minha memória, sem esquecer daquelas pessoas com as quais não possuo grandes laços, pessoas que simplesmente passaram por mim em algum momento... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E a todas essas pessoas eu só tenho a agradecer, por permitirem que eu possa passar pela vida longe da solidão, por me proporcionarem momentos incríveis no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;espetáculo&lt;/span&gt; da vida... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cada um especial na sua forma de ser e na sua função dentro do 'meu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mundinho&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/1140503902875220816-8881429504265018247?l=tauanarequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tauanarequena.blogspot.com/feeds/8881429504265018247/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1140503902875220816&amp;postID=8881429504265018247&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140503902875220816/posts/default/8881429504265018247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140503902875220816/posts/default/8881429504265018247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tauanarequena.blogspot.com/2008/11/hoje-estava-aqui-olhando-pra-esse-blog.html' title='Pessoas'/><author><name>Tauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08254293954204260540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SQkzeNSZaHI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hFz7M0W1cNs/S220/__+(14).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140503902875220816.post-4593912401230323849</id><published>2008-11-19T13:59:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T14:43:16.020-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SSQ9vpavnlI/AAAAAAAAAN4/yMGmok0FUYE/s1600-h/1+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270405352711495250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SSQ9vpavnlI/AAAAAAAAAN4/yMGmok0FUYE/s400/1+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Palavras são rosas e são espinhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Fazem sorrir ou chorar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Despertam amor e ódio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doces afagos e facadas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;impiedosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Palavras são armas do bem e armas do mal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Elevam o ego ou te fazem se sentir um nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Abrem caminhos, mas também fecham portas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Paixão e desprezo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Assim são as palavras, eternas pontes entre a felicidade e a tristeza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Palavras vagam no ar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Palavras nunca morrem, são chamas que não se apagam &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sua pronuncia pode durar apenas segundos, mas seus efeitos ecoam no inifinito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Palavras passam pelos extremos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Tauana P. Requena) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140503902875220816-4593912401230323849?l=tauanarequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tauanarequena.blogspot.com/feeds/4593912401230323849/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1140503902875220816&amp;postID=4593912401230323849&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140503902875220816/posts/default/4593912401230323849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140503902875220816/posts/default/4593912401230323849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tauanarequena.blogspot.com/2008/11/palavras.html' title='Palavras'/><author><name>Tauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08254293954204260540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SQkzeNSZaHI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hFz7M0W1cNs/S220/__+(14).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SSQ9vpavnlI/AAAAAAAAAN4/yMGmok0FUYE/s72-c/1+(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140503902875220816.post-1329305519174117166</id><published>2008-11-14T01:20:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T01:29:55.446-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SRzwAZxfsPI/AAAAAAAAANw/KXPJQvKUm6E/s1600-h/ATgAAABZZUX71LNNMdMK2-McNd4gcgekSuWIoP1orlVyIfzt5J3msq5ULo9-l6bnutASllUkxsS0jGMUedDOnPOSdjTRAJtU9VAo-980-bSHb2tzcuJBl4oQRNTQdg[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268349553825788146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SRzwAZxfsPI/AAAAAAAAANw/KXPJQvKUm6E/s400/ATgAAABZZUX71LNNMdMK2-McNd4gcgekSuWIoP1orlVyIfzt5J3msq5ULo9-l6bnutASllUkxsS0jGMUedDOnPOSdjTRAJtU9VAo-980-bSHb2tzcuJBl4oQRNTQdg%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140503902875220816-1329305519174117166?l=tauanarequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tauanarequena.blogspot.com/feeds/1329305519174117166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1140503902875220816&amp;postID=1329305519174117166&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140503902875220816/posts/default/1329305519174117166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140503902875220816/posts/default/1329305519174117166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tauanarequena.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Tauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08254293954204260540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SQkzeNSZaHI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hFz7M0W1cNs/S220/__+(14).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SRzwAZxfsPI/AAAAAAAAANw/KXPJQvKUm6E/s72-c/ATgAAABZZUX71LNNMdMK2-McNd4gcgekSuWIoP1orlVyIfzt5J3msq5ULo9-l6bnutASllUkxsS0jGMUedDOnPOSdjTRAJtU9VAo-980-bSHb2tzcuJBl4oQRNTQdg%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140503902875220816.post-3395626068215356930</id><published>2008-11-06T13:21:00.011-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:14:05.230-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Amar é essa capacidade heróica..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SRMT82L3z5I/AAAAAAAAALg/mfsoVdVVedM/s1600-h/y1prWxf0vkebuO2VAe_Y63NEhjvdW_v2-dJQCxGL4V7DiLcRBp5nUNh9YQqsFFrRtS9dHO8pfEB9gs.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265574325384630162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SRMT82L3z5I/AAAAAAAAALg/mfsoVdVVedM/s320/y1prWxf0vkebuO2VAe_Y63NEhjvdW_v2-dJQCxGL4V7DiLcRBp5nUNh9YQqsFFrRtS9dHO8pfEB9gs.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SRMSmpngglI/AAAAAAAAALY/cF06B-5iT5A/s1600-h/y1prWxf0vkebuO2VAe_Y63NEhjvdW_v2-dJQCxGL4V7DiLcRBp5nUNh9YQqsFFrRtS9dHO8pfEB9gs.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Estava aqui ouvindo músicas no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pc&lt;/span&gt;, e dentre elas tinha uma Reflexão do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pe&lt;/span&gt;. Fábio de Melo falando sobre o que é o amor, o amor de pai, de mãe, de filho, de amigo, de irmão, de marido, de esposa. Ele falava sobre o que realmente significa amar em todos os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;âmbitos&lt;/span&gt; da nossa vida, e as palavras dele me chamaram a atenção:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Amor é essa capacidade heróica que nós temos que foi dada por Deus e que a gente alimenta a medida que a gente vive, de ser capaz de ajudar o outro a ser melhor, as vezes nós achamos que para amar o outro tem que ser perfeito, isso num é amor isso é admiração, não faça dos seus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;afetos&lt;/span&gt; apenas uma admiração pelos outros... a gente só sabe que ama a medida que o outro e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;inútil&lt;/span&gt; pra nós, é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;inútil&lt;/span&gt;, num serve pra nada e no entanto eu num sei viver sem ele na minha vida, quando é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;inútil&lt;/span&gt; pode envelhecer do lado, porque a relação já não passa mais pela utilidade enquanto você espera alguma coisa do outro corre-se o risco de ainda não ser amor, amar é você descobrir que o outro não serve pra nada e no entanto você não sabe ser você se ele não estiver do lado, já não está mais na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;instância&lt;/span&gt; da utilidade, mas na do ser, Eu não consigo dizer meu nome sem dizer o seu junto e por isso a gente é capaz de perdoar, se não é capaz de perdoar é porque não é amor..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140503902875220816-3395626068215356930?l=tauanarequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tauanarequena.blogspot.com/feeds/3395626068215356930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1140503902875220816&amp;postID=3395626068215356930&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140503902875220816/posts/default/3395626068215356930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140503902875220816/posts/default/3395626068215356930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tauanarequena.blogspot.com/2008/11/estava-aqui-ouvindo-msicas-no-pc-e.html' title='&quot;Amar é essa capacidade heróica...&quot;'/><author><name>Tauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08254293954204260540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SQkzeNSZaHI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hFz7M0W1cNs/S220/__+(14).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SRMT82L3z5I/AAAAAAAAALg/mfsoVdVVedM/s72-c/y1prWxf0vkebuO2VAe_Y63NEhjvdW_v2-dJQCxGL4V7DiLcRBp5nUNh9YQqsFFrRtS9dHO8pfEB9gs.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140503902875220816.post-4311415971498194362</id><published>2008-11-05T13:06:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T13:33:05.330-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque 7 meses, não são 7 dias!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SRG3wAGTlqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ZhvgmJUsw5w/s1600-h/DSC00415_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265191474660873890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SRG3wAGTlqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ZhvgmJUsw5w/s400/DSC00415_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thank You For Loving Me - Bon Jovi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[Tradução]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;É difícil para mim dizer as coisas que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu quero dizer, às vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Não há ninguém aqui, apenas você e eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E aquela velha lâmpada de poste quebrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tranque as portas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nós deixaremos o mundo lá do lado de fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tudo que eu tenho para te oferecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;São essas cinco palavras, quando eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Agradeço a você por me amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Por ser meus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Quando eu não conseguia ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Por separar meus lábios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Quando eu não conseguia respirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Obrigado por me amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Obrigado por me amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu nunca soube que eu tinha um sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Até que aquele sonho fosse você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Quando eu olho dentro dos seus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O céu é de um azul diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Juro pela minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu não estou vestindo nenhum disfarce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Se eu tentasse, você faria de conta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Que acreditaria nas minhas mentiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Você me levanta quando eu caio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Você toca o gongo antes que encerrem a contagem pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Se eu estivesse me afogando você dividiria o mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E arriscaria sua própria vida para me salvar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tranque as portas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Deixaremos o mundo lá do lado de fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tudo que eu tenho para te oferecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;São essas cinco palavras, quando eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Quando eu não conseguia voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh, você me deu asas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Você separou meus lábios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Quando eu não conseguia respirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Obrigado por me amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Obrigado por me amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Obrigado por me amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh, por me amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140503902875220816-4311415971498194362?l=tauanarequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tauanarequena.blogspot.com/feeds/4311415971498194362/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1140503902875220816&amp;postID=4311415971498194362&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140503902875220816/posts/default/4311415971498194362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140503902875220816/posts/default/4311415971498194362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tauanarequena.blogspot.com/2008/11/porque-7-meses-no-so-7-dias.html' title='Porque 7 meses, não são 7 dias!'/><author><name>Tauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08254293954204260540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SQkzeNSZaHI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hFz7M0W1cNs/S220/__+(14).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SRG3wAGTlqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ZhvgmJUsw5w/s72-c/DSC00415_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140503902875220816.post-248730589083788773</id><published>2008-10-31T01:11:00.014-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:51:27.346-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"muitas sensações, poucas explicações"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SRO-h3caqsI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5UrZOCnS7rs/s1600-h/03.06.2007_+(254).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265761878354340546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 89px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SRO-h3caqsI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5UrZOCnS7rs/s320/03.06.2007_+(254).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SQp6W_HEvtI/AAAAAAAAAKs/4_nWz6dKjCw/s1600-h/---.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Você já teve sensações sem explicação?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Solidão em meio a um monte de gente? Medo em lugares seguros? Olhar uma pessoa completamente desconhecida e dizer "Algo me é familiar"? ou ainda, se sentiu perdido em meio as escolhas da vida? Teve a sensação de estar sendo cobrado de todos os lados?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Pois é, é assim que ando me sentindo,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; muitas sensações, poucas explicações&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, vontade apenas de ficar em silêncio, sumir por alguns instantes, não ter que pensar em nada, não ter que fazer nada e muito menos decidir coisa alguma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140503902875220816-248730589083788773?l=tauanarequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tauanarequena.blogspot.com/feeds/248730589083788773/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1140503902875220816&amp;postID=248730589083788773&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140503902875220816/posts/default/248730589083788773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140503902875220816/posts/default/248730589083788773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tauanarequena.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_31.html' title='&quot;muitas sensações, poucas explicações&quot;'/><author><name>Tauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08254293954204260540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SQkzeNSZaHI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hFz7M0W1cNs/S220/__+(14).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SRO-h3caqsI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5UrZOCnS7rs/s72-c/03.06.2007_+(254).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140503902875220816.post-4279121871881295991</id><published>2008-10-30T02:05:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T02:07:15.855-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SQkysymXOuI/AAAAAAAAAJw/p7Qj0ga5Uw8/s1600-h/ATgAAAAjwlNS71VO1sW1nRfPGimHzPwxQZwNQJj4_MnPUdvAP9tqAkigRlWIGyiIE8aibgiQCugSsiPF1jxCP0C4njdiAJtU9VA6Tpac-Ca6DA6Q1O3UAud5EVMVxQ[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262793384637446882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SQkysymXOuI/AAAAAAAAAJw/p7Qj0ga5Uw8/s400/ATgAAAAjwlNS71VO1sW1nRfPGimHzPwxQZwNQJj4_MnPUdvAP9tqAkigRlWIGyiIE8aibgiQCugSsiPF1jxCP0C4njdiAJtU9VA6Tpac-Ca6DA6Q1O3UAud5EVMVxQ%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140503902875220816-4279121871881295991?l=tauanarequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tauanarequena.blogspot.com/feeds/4279121871881295991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1140503902875220816&amp;postID=4279121871881295991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140503902875220816/posts/default/4279121871881295991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140503902875220816/posts/default/4279121871881295991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tauanarequena.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Tauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08254293954204260540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SQkzeNSZaHI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hFz7M0W1cNs/S220/__+(14).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SQkysymXOuI/AAAAAAAAAJw/p7Qj0ga5Uw8/s72-c/ATgAAAAjwlNS71VO1sW1nRfPGimHzPwxQZwNQJj4_MnPUdvAP9tqAkigRlWIGyiIE8aibgiQCugSsiPF1jxCP0C4njdiAJtU9VA6Tpac-Ca6DA6Q1O3UAud5EVMVxQ%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140503902875220816.post-662230123605331403</id><published>2008-10-27T13:00:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T02:22:18.555-02:00</updated><title type='text'>=*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SQXdqg9D-EI/AAAAAAAAAII/5kkmh0qRacE/s1600-h/botÃ£o+de+rosa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261855462122584130" style="WIDTH: 382px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SQXdqg9D-EI/AAAAAAAAAII/5kkmh0qRacE/s400/bot%C3%A3o+de+rosa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SQXco_iFq4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/b05XqWHcZ8M/s1600-h/ATgAAACu7iHrxQd4L2SgPg8ueoqHTcG7Bg6nYpbMeH0oOb0uQUb0ouRyb7JHvHuIC9Oh9x4KI2Z8pN_Krf4zmJtojozkAJtU9VA0DIJfCPVYIs16SWc2-7yfU4bPog.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;A vida é engraçada, e nos leva sempre por caminhos sem explicação, tudo acontece tão rápido e ao mesmo tempo tão imperceptivelmente que acabamos nos perdendo de nossos sonhos... As vezes temos tudo pra estar de bem com a vida e por coisas bobas, acabamos fazendo e falando coisas sem pensar, magoando as pessoas as quais amamos, metendo os pés pelas mãos, as vezes por discuido nos deixamos levar pelo desanimo e acabamos sofrendo sem necessidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Porque nos torturamos tanto, se é nos simples gestos, nas coisas simples, nos pequenos detalhes que estão as melhores sensações e a mais sincera felicidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(Tauana P.Requena)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140503902875220816-662230123605331403?l=tauanarequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tauanarequena.blogspot.com/feeds/662230123605331403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1140503902875220816&amp;postID=662230123605331403&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140503902875220816/posts/default/662230123605331403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140503902875220816/posts/default/662230123605331403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tauanarequena.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='=*'/><author><name>Tauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08254293954204260540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SQkzeNSZaHI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hFz7M0W1cNs/S220/__+(14).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SQXdqg9D-EI/AAAAAAAAAII/5kkmh0qRacE/s72-c/bot%C3%A3o+de+rosa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140503902875220816.post-806663013981969960</id><published>2008-10-18T16:48:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T02:24:12.249-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SPo-ky7dr8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/bPL2O2wPzTU/s1600-h/khggg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258584316775870402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="114" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SPo-ky7dr8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/bPL2O2wPzTU/s400/khggg.jpg" width="411" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140503902875220816-806663013981969960?l=tauanarequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tauanarequena.blogspot.com/feeds/806663013981969960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1140503902875220816&amp;postID=806663013981969960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140503902875220816/posts/default/806663013981969960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140503902875220816/posts/default/806663013981969960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tauanarequena.blogspot.com/2008/10/os-ventos-que-as-vezes-tiram-algo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Tauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08254293954204260540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SQkzeNSZaHI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hFz7M0W1cNs/S220/__+(14).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SPo-ky7dr8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/bPL2O2wPzTU/s72-c/khggg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140503902875220816.post-9194339195987693469</id><published>2008-10-18T01:01:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T11:21:33.276-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SPlqQFYBdMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TePFjTYjFx8/s1600-h/rrrr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258350864485151938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" height="245" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SPlqQFYBdMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TePFjTYjFx8/s320/rrrr.jpg" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sei lá, às vezes me pego pensando no real sentido da vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;O que estamos fazendo nesse mundo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;O que é de fato certo ou errado? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;O que será que existe do 'outro lado'?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;E ai me surgem esses e infinitos outros questionamentos, que só me levam a conclusão de que tudo tem uma finalidade, embora nós não tenhamos sensibilidade sulficiente pra identifica-lá em todos os momentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;As pessoas vivem em busca da Felicidade, mas ninguém pode definir com precisão o que é ser feliz, fazem de tudo em prol desse sentimento, mas não param pra pensar o que é ser feliz de fato e estabelecer uma 'meta de felicidade', sabem o que querem mas não até onde vai dar o caminho dessa busca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Penso que não existe um felicidade plena, mas sim instantes, momentos felizes que se perpetuam e se mesclam a momentos de inumeros outros sentimentos. Isso quer dizer que a felicidade não deve ser uma busca, mas um reconhecimento de etapas da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ser feliz é ter uma família sempre presente, ser feliz é ter uma casa onde morar, ter o que comer e vestir, ter um trabalho, ter oportunidade de estudar e construir um amanhã melhor com maior conforto, ser feliz é ter Amor, é ter com quem dividir alegrias e tristezas, é ter amigos, é poder ajudar alguém e receber em troca um abraço ou um sorriso de gratidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;A felicidade pode estar num copo de água pra quem tem sede ou em um prato de comida pra quem tem fome. Num abraço pra quem se sente carente, em um telefonema pra quem sente saudades e em uma palavra amiga pra quem está em dificuldades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ser Feliz não pode ser um objetivo de longo prazo, mas sim uma percepção diária. (Tauana P. Requena)&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/1140503902875220816-9194339195987693469?l=tauanarequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tauanarequena.blogspot.com/feeds/9194339195987693469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1140503902875220816&amp;postID=9194339195987693469&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140503902875220816/posts/default/9194339195987693469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140503902875220816/posts/default/9194339195987693469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tauanarequena.blogspot.com/2008/10/pensamentos.html' title='Pensamentos'/><author><name>Tauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08254293954204260540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SQkzeNSZaHI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hFz7M0W1cNs/S220/__+(14).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikPQ68WL3os/SPlqQFYBdMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TePFjTYjFx8/s72-c/rrrr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
