<?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-22625506</id><updated>2012-02-14T06:19:46.895-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cantarolando o Dia</title><subtitle type='html'>"Isso de querer ser extatamente o que se é, ainda vai nos levar além." Leminsk</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>252</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-6138809562780538719</id><published>2011-08-16T22:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T22:02:30.419-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Escolhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LqTMuUTvUJo/TksS0wfSdpI/AAAAAAAAAzM/guqdRx62iOE/s1600/105229472.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LqTMuUTvUJo/TksS0wfSdpI/AAAAAAAAAzM/guqdRx62iOE/s320/105229472.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Esqueci dentro da gaveta algumas folhas amarelas. Saudosas as três, saltaram na palma da minha mão. Destreza, não sendo minha graça,&amp;nbsp;deixei cair o &lt;strong&gt;ânimo&lt;/strong&gt;. Bem que ela sacudiu,&amp;nbsp;procurando acertas o meu colo, mas minhas pernas animadas saltaram para olhar a próxima página.&amp;nbsp;Entretanto curiosa, olhei a primeira das duas que restaram.&amp;nbsp;As primeiras duas letras me tomaram de sobressalto: AM... &amp;nbsp;Fazia tempo que esse papelote não me roubava um sorriso, desses sem malícia, sem cobrança, sem medo de revelia. Ele parecia tão levinho,&lt;strong&gt;amizade&lt;/strong&gt;, sem pesar. Tamanha satisfação me fez esquecer da página seguinte, coitada. Corri feliz de mãos dadas à fraternar, mas antes de apagar a luz, vi o&amp;nbsp;AMOR juntar-se a multidão de folhas avulsas. E se é avulso, melhor perder-se e vir na minha lista de achados!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-6138809562780538719?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/6138809562780538719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=6138809562780538719&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/6138809562780538719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/6138809562780538719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2011/08/escolhas.html' title='Escolhas'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LqTMuUTvUJo/TksS0wfSdpI/AAAAAAAAAzM/guqdRx62iOE/s72-c/105229472.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-4725478356439010101</id><published>2011-07-28T10:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T10:47:27.672-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre o travessão e o ponto final.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vUQZDeQimJE/Tbry1LHNjfI/AAAAAAAAAyk/FZv8JjVluzU/s1600/102977609.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601056081918660082" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vUQZDeQimJE/Tbry1LHNjfI/AAAAAAAAAyk/FZv8JjVluzU/s400/102977609.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nOMxgidRxVE/TbrxKvoFlLI/AAAAAAAAAyc/2tb3THXMheA/s1600/77588014.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Existe "tantas gentes" que valem o abrir das pálpebras. As de arte me encantam mais, os de lógica me prendem por mais tempo. Aqueles em que a liberdade imperam, estes são á apoteose. Aos bonitos sobra os porta-estandartes . Mas, existe um tipo, um jeito, uma maneira, "umas gentes", que eu ainda não conheci e são, exatamente, estas, que me devolveram o emburrecedor delírio da descompletude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-4725478356439010101?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/4725478356439010101/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=4725478356439010101&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/4725478356439010101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/4725478356439010101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2011/07/entre-o-travessao-e-o-ponto-final.html' title='Entre o travessão e o ponto final.'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vUQZDeQimJE/Tbry1LHNjfI/AAAAAAAAAyk/FZv8JjVluzU/s72-c/102977609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-4391813527180421239</id><published>2011-07-13T22:52:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T22:47:17.788-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c3f-OCqtKqk/Th5Pb79rJ3I/AAAAAAAAAzI/JFwdiN_89l0/s1600/108127766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629023925631133554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c3f-OCqtKqk/Th5Pb79rJ3I/AAAAAAAAAzI/JFwdiN_89l0/s400/108127766.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pressa? Eu quero me retardar. Responder hã(?) às urgências do dia. E ficar quieta aos anseios que não me pertencem. Aparta, distancia.&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/22625506-4391813527180421239?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/4391813527180421239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=4391813527180421239&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/4391813527180421239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/4391813527180421239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2011/07/relaxa.html' title='Relaxa...'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c3f-OCqtKqk/Th5Pb79rJ3I/AAAAAAAAAzI/JFwdiN_89l0/s72-c/108127766.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-1292186231913241381</id><published>2011-07-01T08:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T08:22:08.377-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rovqeKdo9XA/Tg2tuD_SAhI/AAAAAAAAAzA/T0m8PeotL88/s1600/108359540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624342516511932946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rovqeKdo9XA/Tg2tuD_SAhI/AAAAAAAAAzA/T0m8PeotL88/s400/108359540.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cansei de florir minhas qualidades!&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero: - falar sobre filosofia.&lt;br /&gt;- ouvir bossa nova.&lt;br /&gt;- não me sentir estrangeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Lá está ela, mais uma vez. Não sei, não vou saber, não dá pra entender como ela não se cansa disso. Sabe que tudo acontece como um jogo, se é de azar ou de sorte, não dá pra prever. Ou melhor, até se pode prever, mas ela dispensa.&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que essa moça, no fundo gosta dessas coisas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SAUDADES DESSA ESFERA!&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/22625506-1292186231913241381?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/1292186231913241381/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=1292186231913241381&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/1292186231913241381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/1292186231913241381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2011/07/cansei-de-florir-minhas-qualidades-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rovqeKdo9XA/Tg2tuD_SAhI/AAAAAAAAAzA/T0m8PeotL88/s72-c/108359540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-6031386828487589037</id><published>2011-05-14T23:08:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T23:40:11.931-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Um close antes do fim" Los Hermanos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nWAGQ6mBgO8/Tc88vZWfbHI/AAAAAAAAAy0/uXmp1uo5H7g/s1600/103113339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606766846056295538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nWAGQ6mBgO8/Tc88vZWfbHI/AAAAAAAAAy0/uXmp1uo5H7g/s400/103113339.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vlnaIOs6zUQ/Tc88PGN0yzI/AAAAAAAAAys/HhEOUTi9MLI/s1600/sb10063252f-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Espero o melhor segundo para dar pause, e só então ando com cuidado entre eles. Às vezes a pausa é tão bonita que cruzo o tempo para vê-la.&lt;br /&gt;Rita Apoena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a embolada e rapidez com que tudo toma corpo, hoje em dia,o pause parece um caminho viável para dar conta de certas urgências da urbanidade. Como se, hoje, eu conseguisse me ver com dois pés, duas orelhas, uma cabeça. E não uma visão bêbada de que possuía borrões de capacidades excessivas. Eu precisava duplicar, quadruplicar tantas capacidades para "dar conta", que não percebia a falta de qualidade em ser eu! Veja que cilada: eu, com copias piratas de mim. Não eram baratas, mas eram bem menos de mim do que eu precisava.&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/22625506-6031386828487589037?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/6031386828487589037/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=6031386828487589037&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/6031386828487589037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/6031386828487589037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2011/05/um-close-antes-do-fim-los-hermanos.html' title='&quot;Um close antes do fim&quot; Los Hermanos'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nWAGQ6mBgO8/Tc88vZWfbHI/AAAAAAAAAy0/uXmp1uo5H7g/s72-c/103113339.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-3240818288651821555</id><published>2011-04-25T23:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T13:06:44.379-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YzwmvDFn7_g/TbY56FrRbtI/AAAAAAAAAyU/m0KlK3_kbOs/s1600/5977-000236mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 227px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599726856800661202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YzwmvDFn7_g/TbY56FrRbtI/AAAAAAAAAyU/m0KlK3_kbOs/s400/5977-000236mod.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem no Fundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fundo, no fundo,&lt;br /&gt;bem lá no fundo,&lt;br /&gt;a gente gostaria&lt;br /&gt;de ver nossos problemas&lt;br /&gt;resolvidos por decreto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a partir desta data,&lt;br /&gt;aquela mágoa sem remédio&lt;br /&gt;é considerada nula&lt;br /&gt;e sobre ela — silêncio perpétuo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extinto por lei todo o remorso,&lt;br /&gt;maldito seja que olhas pra trás,&lt;br /&gt;lá pra trás não há nada,&lt;br /&gt;e nada mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas problemas não se resolvem,&lt;br /&gt;problemas têm família grande,&lt;br /&gt;e aos domingos saem todos a passear&lt;br /&gt;o problema, sua senhora&lt;br /&gt;e outros pequenos probleminhas.&lt;br /&gt;Paulo Leminsk&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/22625506-3240818288651821555?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/3240818288651821555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=3240818288651821555&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/3240818288651821555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/3240818288651821555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2011/04/bem-no-fundo-no-fundo-no-fundo-bem-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YzwmvDFn7_g/TbY56FrRbtI/AAAAAAAAAyU/m0KlK3_kbOs/s72-c/5977-000236mod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-1504736965504048219</id><published>2011-04-18T22:39:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T22:48:56.869-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 170px; height: 113px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597104202244716258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-akmKjjD6EkA/TazongGkduI/AAAAAAAAAyE/pRC7Bs5rM-U/s400/103125313.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desinteressadamente caminho de olhos vendados. Mas, fechar os olhos não significa não sentir. Sinto o doce beijo da produtividade, de fazer parte dessa massa gigante de trabalhadores que produzem e de uma minoria que é muito feliz com o que faz.&lt;br /&gt;Encerrando ciclos, outras oportunidades pedindo passagem. O jeito é colocar o meu bloco na rua!!!&lt;br /&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/22625506-1504736965504048219?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/1504736965504048219/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=1504736965504048219&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/1504736965504048219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/1504736965504048219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2011/04/fly.html' title='Fly'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-akmKjjD6EkA/TazongGkduI/AAAAAAAAAyE/pRC7Bs5rM-U/s72-c/103125313.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-1479285689335896762</id><published>2011-04-06T20:38:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T20:56:23.118-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desinteressantíssimo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eaDJ50ePnAk/TZz9WiZmbWI/AAAAAAAAAxU/hemFAo-Fb-M/s1600/104285278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592623400920444258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eaDJ50ePnAk/TZz9WiZmbWI/AAAAAAAAAxU/hemFAo-Fb-M/s400/104285278.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Não, você não sabe, você não sabe como tentei me interessar pelo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;desinteressantíssimo&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu&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/22625506-1479285689335896762?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/1479285689335896762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=1479285689335896762&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/1479285689335896762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/1479285689335896762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2011/04/desinteressantissimo.html' title='Desinteressantíssimo'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eaDJ50ePnAk/TZz9WiZmbWI/AAAAAAAAAxU/hemFAo-Fb-M/s72-c/104285278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-869349373031589665</id><published>2011-03-31T15:38:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T17:31:23.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Entendendo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ARYSnA5e3h8/TZTYiADn81I/AAAAAAAAAxM/QeRdIL-SIpQ/s1600/200149363-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590331116115981138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ARYSnA5e3h8/TZTYiADn81I/AAAAAAAAAxM/QeRdIL-SIpQ/s400/200149363-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entender, é sim, o grande" pulo do gato ". É só parar de olhar o caminho e perceber a paisagem. O caminho é "ali", o cenário o meio. É nesse "entre" que se chega longe, que abraça-se a alma, onde encontramos a percepção de que: nem tudo vale a corrida, nem toda maçã de vez sacia fome e nem todo sapo tem créditos para príncipe. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"Que ninguém se engane, só se consegue a simplicidade através de muito trabalho."&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clarisse Lispector.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;:))) Largos e bons sorrisos a todos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-869349373031589665?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/869349373031589665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=869349373031589665&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/869349373031589665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/869349373031589665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2011/03/entendendo.html' title='Entendendo.'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ARYSnA5e3h8/TZTYiADn81I/AAAAAAAAAxM/QeRdIL-SIpQ/s72-c/200149363-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-1464822505446290887</id><published>2011-03-24T15:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T23:12:51.190-03:00</updated><title type='text'>thunder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wRSRXq6dbYc/TY_ueDcDCRI/AAAAAAAAAxE/YJvMnJd1RPM/s1600/85737481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 362px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588947862676506898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wRSRXq6dbYc/TY_ueDcDCRI/AAAAAAAAAxE/YJvMnJd1RPM/s400/85737481.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" Tudo era claro, ainda não era o dia, era apenas o raio. "&lt;/div&gt;Paulo Leminski &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-1464822505446290887?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/1464822505446290887/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=1464822505446290887&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/1464822505446290887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/1464822505446290887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2011/03/thunder.html' title='thunder'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wRSRXq6dbYc/TY_ueDcDCRI/AAAAAAAAAxE/YJvMnJd1RPM/s72-c/85737481.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-5851382050070649531</id><published>2011-02-26T17:28:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T17:45:52.309-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Redimencionando</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oNY4QUCqsC0/TWlmGQwATDI/AAAAAAAAAw8/1Hik17s38EU/s1600/102597214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 340px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578101871236631602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oNY4QUCqsC0/TWlmGQwATDI/AAAAAAAAAw8/1Hik17s38EU/s400/102597214.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia você acorda e tudo o que parecia claro e norteador, de maneira simplificada, tornam-se amenidades. A burocracia tira as sandálias e põe chinelos de praticidade. De repente não é; e sim, um percurso caminhado passo a passo rumo a novos olhares, horizonte mais pacífico, menos complicados, que te dizem mais sobre o que você quer, deseja e não se envergonha. Porque a vida, é uma oportunidade todos os dias e em vez de desperdiçá-las com "e se" podemos felicitá-la com o "mais também".&lt;br /&gt;DESCOMPLICANDO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/22625506-5851382050070649531?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/5851382050070649531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=5851382050070649531&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/5851382050070649531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/5851382050070649531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2011/02/redimencionando.html' title='Redimencionando'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oNY4QUCqsC0/TWlmGQwATDI/AAAAAAAAAw8/1Hik17s38EU/s72-c/102597214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-2604649978156454765</id><published>2011-02-11T05:22:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T06:25:59.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Laço de fita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J4IfOa8hAjY/TVUAFVDpcFI/AAAAAAAAAw0/4ptZtP72vJQ/s1600/97361801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572360205492645970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J4IfOa8hAjY/TVUAFVDpcFI/AAAAAAAAAw0/4ptZtP72vJQ/s400/97361801.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"De nada adianta ficar-se de fora,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A hora do sim é um descuido do não."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acorda, vive, depois dorme. Dia após dia. Só acumula o que for bom. Amanhece nu e recompõe-se dia-á-dia. Veste a roupa dos desejos de hoje, trata do minuto seguinte. Faça laços com carinho, cuidado com os nós. Prenda-se ao que possui um gancho, caso contrario, desfaça com delicadeza os laços, guarde-os na caixa e amanhã você terás fitas de todas as cores para novamente enfeitar a alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-2604649978156454765?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/2604649978156454765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=2604649978156454765&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/2604649978156454765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/2604649978156454765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2011/02/laco-de-fita.html' title='Laço de fita'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J4IfOa8hAjY/TVUAFVDpcFI/AAAAAAAAAw0/4ptZtP72vJQ/s72-c/97361801.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-8636255639740225711</id><published>2011-02-04T10:37:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T10:53:57.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Trans Forma R</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TUwDvYSD2tI/AAAAAAAAAwc/h7MBhzRj8tA/s1600/86801686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569830951657396946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TUwDvYSD2tI/AAAAAAAAAwc/h7MBhzRj8tA/s400/86801686.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na prática do Power Yoga, sente-se uma certa dor até o corpo soltar-se, desapegar-se das velhas formas de movimento... mas ao final da aula sente-se uma leveza, harmonia, tranquilidade como é o objetivo desta prática. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vivenciar a harmonia faz necessário conhecer a tormenta, o caos propriamente dito. E percebe-se em paz, requer ter contato, sim, com o que geraria este mal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trocando em miúdos: para saber aonde o calo aperta, tem que calçar os sapatos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ótimo final de semana, o meu será com Pato Fu :))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-8636255639740225711?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/8636255639740225711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=8636255639740225711&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/8636255639740225711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/8636255639740225711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2011/02/trans-forma-r.html' title='Trans Forma R'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TUwDvYSD2tI/AAAAAAAAAwc/h7MBhzRj8tA/s72-c/86801686.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-7296332228427947889</id><published>2011-01-27T16:40:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T11:42:24.974-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Entender para mudar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TULVare50QI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Yqoii4nB7VI/s1600/95735158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567246743709012226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TULVare50QI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Yqoii4nB7VI/s400/95735158.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Imagem: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Getty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Images&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra mudar é preciso entender o que te fez pousar ali, daquela forma. Entender o que te deixou tanto tempo ancorado. É um caminho ora longo, ora complicado. Mas , se pensarmos quanto tempo passamos construindo os muros do castelo ou masmorra em que estamos, entenderemos que: ou será tortuoso, ou longa a destruição destas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;concretudes&lt;/span&gt;. Quantos gritos e silêncios. Ansiedade e realidade. De quanto, tudo isso, ou outras sensações, foram dispostas nesta passagem?! Mudar dói, porque não é fácil colocar-se a entender. Mexer, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;exatamente&lt;/span&gt;, nas ancoras, tão cuidadosamente, submersas. Entretanto, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vivenciar&lt;/span&gt; o outro &lt;strong&gt;eu&lt;/strong&gt; que espera, leve, do outro lado, não tem preço, nem metragem. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bom final de semana, queridos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;=]&lt;/em&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/22625506-7296332228427947889?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/7296332228427947889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=7296332228427947889&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/7296332228427947889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/7296332228427947889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2011/01/entender-para-mudar.html' title='Entender para mudar...'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TULVare50QI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Yqoii4nB7VI/s72-c/95735158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-168805366393407692</id><published>2011-01-24T23:03:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T23:33:21.297-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Em-sol-lá-rá</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TT41ndm1jxI/AAAAAAAAAwI/23YoxfASDgo/s1600/97207504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 340px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565945141555203858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TT41ndm1jxI/AAAAAAAAAwI/23YoxfASDgo/s400/97207504.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Pendura o coração no sol, menina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que é de luz que se alimenta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;esse músculo que &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;estica&lt;/span&gt; e rasga e se arrebenta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sangra, arde, dó, mas não aguenta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bater sem cor, sem lágrima,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sem céu, sem nuvem, sem vento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;leva o olhar e vê&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e, quando você menos perceber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tum tum tum tum tum tum tum &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ele vive."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;André Gonçalves (escritor)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&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/22625506-168805366393407692?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/168805366393407692/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=168805366393407692&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/168805366393407692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/168805366393407692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2011/01/pendura-o-coracao-no-sol-menina-que-e.html' title='Em-sol-lá-rá'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TT41ndm1jxI/AAAAAAAAAwI/23YoxfASDgo/s72-c/97207504.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-4995489858703956197</id><published>2011-01-20T15:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T17:25:50.881-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A capacidade de dizer NÃO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TTiaEjVi6KI/AAAAAAAAAwA/IqPVJNuOHLQ/s1600/6040-002573MOD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564366742612011170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TTiaEjVi6KI/AAAAAAAAAwA/IqPVJNuOHLQ/s400/6040-002573MOD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta bater tantas vezes a porta, que teimosa e ranjosa, volta a entre-abrir. Vai lá, olha o que a prende e liberta, a danada, desse bate-porta sem fim!&lt;br /&gt;Donaella&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-4995489858703956197?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/4995489858703956197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=4995489858703956197&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/4995489858703956197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/4995489858703956197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2011/01/capacidade-de-dizer-nao.html' title='A capacidade de dizer NÃO!'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TTiaEjVi6KI/AAAAAAAAAwA/IqPVJNuOHLQ/s72-c/6040-002573MOD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-8913532783242331206</id><published>2011-01-12T13:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T13:26:13.282-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tum tum tum ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TS3Vm-CUn1I/AAAAAAAAAv4/fPxWIGOrJTA/s1600/81773055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561335980336914258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TS3Vm-CUn1I/AAAAAAAAAv4/fPxWIGOrJTA/s400/81773055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pinturas rupestres, sinais de fumaça, papel e tinta, Graham Bell, via rádio, satélite, celular, microsoft --&gt; pane e o mundo vira um grande: tum, tum,tum ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evolução?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-8913532783242331206?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/8913532783242331206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=8913532783242331206&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/8913532783242331206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/8913532783242331206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2011/01/tum-tum-tum.html' title='Tum tum tum ...'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TS3Vm-CUn1I/AAAAAAAAAv4/fPxWIGOrJTA/s72-c/81773055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-4409947245874134132</id><published>2011-01-06T00:08:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T00:38:06.844-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TSU4mMO0hFI/AAAAAAAAAvw/J0d9dWGPcsI/s1600/imagesCAHCI3ZM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558911543828317266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TSU4mMO0hFI/AAAAAAAAAvw/J0d9dWGPcsI/s400/imagesCAHCI3ZM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero falar do tempo sentido, aquele que mede-se em grãos a dentro. Vira a ampulheta e com ela passatempo... A esperar, a ansiar, a caxingar ... Passa, demora... Passa da hora ... tempo de novas e chegadas auroras!&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/22625506-4409947245874134132?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/4409947245874134132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=4409947245874134132&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/4409947245874134132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/4409947245874134132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2011/01/tempo.html' title='Tempo'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TSU4mMO0hFI/AAAAAAAAAvw/J0d9dWGPcsI/s72-c/imagesCAHCI3ZM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-232032661326904781</id><published>2010-12-26T12:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T12:15:01.742-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeus ano velho - vai-te embora!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TRdbDnCxrBI/AAAAAAAAAvo/XVp3BfE3giE/s1600/tumblr_kre49atm7O1qzyrwvo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555008782963158034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TRdbDnCxrBI/AAAAAAAAAvo/XVp3BfE3giE/s400/tumblr_kre49atm7O1qzyrwvo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Getty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Images&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que 2010 não foi o melhor ano da minha vida. Esse &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;prêmio&lt;/span&gt;, ainda, pertence a 2009, mas como bons olhos de "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Poliana&lt;/span&gt;" que tenho,2011 esta chegando com todo um percurso a preencher de passos. Curtos ou largos, sonhos! Planos! Pretendo entrar na Yoga, termino mais uma pós, entrar na aula de desenho ou canto... sonhos, planos; tudo isso me faz acreditar , mesmo, em dias mais lindos ainda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os últimos dias de 2010 estão sendo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;extraordinários&lt;/span&gt; na Terra de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Liliane&lt;/span&gt;! Terra do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Maracatú&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELIZ ANO NOVO, queridos! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-232032661326904781?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/232032661326904781/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=232032661326904781&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/232032661326904781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/232032661326904781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/12/adeus-ano-velho-vai-te-embora.html' title='Adeus ano velho - vai-te embora!!!'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TRdbDnCxrBI/AAAAAAAAAvo/XVp3BfE3giE/s72-c/tumblr_kre49atm7O1qzyrwvo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-7790299279681819659</id><published>2010-12-10T00:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T23:55:40.798-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TQbcNASGCPI/AAAAAAAAAvc/kRwXFn1jkws/s1600/imagesCAEGXD91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 157px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550365706753018098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TQbcNASGCPI/AAAAAAAAAvc/kRwXFn1jkws/s400/imagesCAEGXD91.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na bagunça encontra-se um cantinho tranquilo chamado preguiça! Ele é quente e receptivo, pode te capturar por muito tempo. Mexer, as vezes, mistura e misturar gera novas combinações e pode trazer nova condição. Resistimos pelo velho medo do desconhecido. Mas é preciso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#Organização da papelada ok&lt;br /&gt;#Organizar Guarda-roupa ...&lt;br /&gt;#Organizar armários ...&lt;br /&gt;#Viajar -pronto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-7790299279681819659?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/7790299279681819659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=7790299279681819659&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/7790299279681819659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/7790299279681819659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/12/na-bagunca-encontra-se-um-cantinho.html' title=''/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TQbcNASGCPI/AAAAAAAAAvc/kRwXFn1jkws/s72-c/imagesCAEGXD91.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-899994724466075027</id><published>2010-12-07T20:16:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T21:50:00.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quase Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TP7VSSAl5jI/AAAAAAAAAvU/1OeLw9bIa-Y/s1600/102474762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548106301015713330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TP7VSSAl5jI/AAAAAAAAAvU/1OeLw9bIa-Y/s400/102474762.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pela diversidade de gentes e sentimentos existimos em peculiaridade. Há os que odeiam o aniversário, os que detestam Carnaval. Há os que amam festa junina e os que adoram o Natal. Eu sou da turma do papai noel. Gosto das luzes, do verde e vermelho, das piscadelas em torno de tudo. O Natal tem cheiro e não é de shopping!! É da mistura agridoce do peru, a mistura de extremos. Frutas, presunto, nozes, licor tudo junto e misturado rendendo um cheiro de família, confraternização, de Deus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acho tudo muito válido se isso toca o coração. E que cada um curta a sua melhor época do ano, a minha é, sem dúvida, esta! &lt;/em&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/22625506-899994724466075027?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/899994724466075027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=899994724466075027&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/899994724466075027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/899994724466075027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/12/quase-natal.html' title='Quase Natal'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TP7VSSAl5jI/AAAAAAAAAvU/1OeLw9bIa-Y/s72-c/102474762.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-1138137162896696524</id><published>2010-11-30T19:54:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T20:05:51.201-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia comum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TPWDEkKwD-I/AAAAAAAAAvM/Czz1xsreffg/s1600/99162734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545482630628118498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TPWDEkKwD-I/AAAAAAAAAvM/Czz1xsreffg/s400/99162734.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Existem uns equilíbrios estranhos. A vida veste-se de breves momentos, onde há um único acorde afinando todos os instrumentos. É aquele momento onde não há nada desesperado, mas há emoção numa dose engraçadinha. Não há esperas específicas, mas espera-se de tudo. É uma normalidade agradável, sem pânico, sem mágoa, sem agonia. Com carinho,com sorriso, com alguma emoção, mesmo que rapidinha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Olhos atentos aos dias comuns!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-1138137162896696524?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/1138137162896696524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=1138137162896696524&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/1138137162896696524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/1138137162896696524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/11/dia-comum.html' title='Dia comum'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TPWDEkKwD-I/AAAAAAAAAvM/Czz1xsreffg/s72-c/99162734.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-2354659214410688332</id><published>2010-11-19T15:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T15:52:33.815-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TObGhswsloI/AAAAAAAAAu8/uYylxZeh7sw/s1600/104mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541334673779365506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TObGhswsloI/AAAAAAAAAu8/uYylxZeh7sw/s400/104mod.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "MORAL DA HISTÓRIA: mesmo onde você enxerga um vazio, pode ter gente dentro."&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/22625506-2354659214410688332?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/2354659214410688332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=2354659214410688332&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/2354659214410688332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/2354659214410688332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/11/moral-da-historia-mesmo-onde-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TObGhswsloI/AAAAAAAAAu8/uYylxZeh7sw/s72-c/104mod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-7957103125587685830</id><published>2010-11-11T14:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T15:00:20.520-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TNwvDndi9pI/AAAAAAAAAu0/3a8uPsCAt3E/s1600/103224150mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 371px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538353380937889426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TNwvDndi9pI/AAAAAAAAAu0/3a8uPsCAt3E/s400/103224150mod.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Recria tua vida. Sempre, sempre.Remove as pedras e planta roseiras. E faz doces. RECOMEÇA!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cora Coralina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/22625506-7957103125587685830?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/7957103125587685830/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=7957103125587685830&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/7957103125587685830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/7957103125587685830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/11/recria-tua-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TNwvDndi9pI/AAAAAAAAAu0/3a8uPsCAt3E/s72-c/103224150mod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-3750818769793630240</id><published>2010-11-04T00:31:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T00:52:22.082-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TNItVYdKG0I/AAAAAAAAAus/78knFf5fOOA/s1600/83666107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535536737357011778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TNItVYdKG0I/AAAAAAAAAus/78knFf5fOOA/s400/83666107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"De vez em quando, surge um vento mais forte e fecha as janelas pelo lado de fora.&lt;br /&gt;Quando acontece, é bobagem tentar brigar com o vento.&lt;br /&gt;A gente espera ele esvaziar e reabre as janelas pelo lado de dentro."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ana Jacomo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Todos os dias respiro, porque já não suspiro mais.&lt;br /&gt;Olho para dentro, porque para fora não dá mais,&lt;br /&gt;Mais, existe a linha e a agulha, já, já prontas a costurar: suspiro por dentro,&lt;br /&gt;E por fora respiro para não mais me afogar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-3750818769793630240?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/3750818769793630240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=3750818769793630240&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/3750818769793630240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/3750818769793630240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/11/de-vez-em-quando-surge-um-vento-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TNItVYdKG0I/AAAAAAAAAus/78knFf5fOOA/s72-c/83666107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-1296485981372013502</id><published>2010-10-28T15:01:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T14:35:02.827-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SAUDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TMnJZw1GjoI/AAAAAAAAAt0/FvZASb_46fw/s1600/89051746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533175061642907266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TMnJZw1GjoI/AAAAAAAAAt0/FvZASb_46fw/s400/89051746.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“ E por falar em saudade, onde anda você?&lt;br /&gt;Onde andam seus olhos que a gente não vê.”&lt;br /&gt;Vinícius de Moraes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sumi! Sumi dos mesmos caminhos, do trabalho, da família, dos amigos. De todo caminho já trilhado, dos sucessos e caminhos mal-tratados. Partindo, senti-me chegando. Em outras trilhas, nova família, amigos recentes e de tudo fica em mim e de mim um tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Não preocupo-me mais com a trilha, mas com o fim deste dia, agora, daqui há 4 horas quando sair do trabalho e olhar ao redor. Dependendo do clima posso ir ou voltar … acho que este post não fala de saudade, mas de LIBERDADE, vejam só?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-1296485981372013502?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/1296485981372013502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=1296485981372013502&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/1296485981372013502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/1296485981372013502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/10/saudade.html' title='SAUDADE'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TMnJZw1GjoI/AAAAAAAAAt0/FvZASb_46fw/s72-c/89051746.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-5899420231495118431</id><published>2010-10-24T12:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T12:48:45.132-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TMRVS5f5ClI/AAAAAAAAAtk/kV8JwUo7Oas/s1600/88859099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531640025478400594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TMRVS5f5ClI/AAAAAAAAAtk/kV8JwUo7Oas/s320/88859099.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lendo algumas opiniões de filósofos que admiro sobre amor e desejo...&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos produto do meio e nós somos o meio. Esse “entre” que nos pertence e para onde vamos. Preocupa-me a ideia de que nossos desejos, hoje são conduzidos por um meio com interesses tão distantes do amor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s: ainda de férias tendo o enorme prazer de conhecer Liliane de Paula.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recife é mesmo um paraíso!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-5899420231495118431?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/5899420231495118431/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=5899420231495118431&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/5899420231495118431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/5899420231495118431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/10/lendo-algumas-opinioes-de-filosofos-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TMRVS5f5ClI/AAAAAAAAAtk/kV8JwUo7Oas/s72-c/88859099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-5126937542489789733</id><published>2010-10-18T13:18:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T13:30:00.544-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TLx1jULwl2I/AAAAAAAAAtc/ZK-XrT9ePUw/s1600/1282168803793_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529423692078028642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TLx1jULwl2I/AAAAAAAAAtc/ZK-XrT9ePUw/s320/1282168803793_f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dez dias e várias oportunidades:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#Relaxar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#Percorrer novos caminhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#Conhecer a Lili&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#Conviver com novas risadas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#Ouvir a minha risada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#Aproveitar a cultura local, que eu amo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#Revisitar bares, amigos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#Aprender a surfar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAVAL TOV! &lt;em&gt;Tradução: Boa Sorte!&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/22625506-5126937542489789733?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/5126937542489789733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=5126937542489789733&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/5126937542489789733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/5126937542489789733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/10/ferias.html' title='Férias'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TLx1jULwl2I/AAAAAAAAAtc/ZK-XrT9ePUw/s72-c/1282168803793_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-6610013733348412336</id><published>2010-10-12T21:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T21:59:11.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TLUD5eIVTVI/AAAAAAAAAtU/fIID1eQwcas/s1600/96210205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527328403542592850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TLUD5eIVTVI/AAAAAAAAAtU/fIID1eQwcas/s320/96210205.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desejo estar produzindo e não sentindo.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo ir no show do Black Eyed Peace domingo!&lt;br /&gt;Desejo que todas as lágrimas lançadas voltem, em forma de canção, para quem as provocou.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo um monte de jujubas vermelhas*, porém não agora. Quem sabe, meu amor?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jujubas são lágrimas de anjos, segundo André Gonçalves (escritor), as vermelhas, são as de amor:)&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/22625506-6610013733348412336?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/6610013733348412336/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=6610013733348412336&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/6610013733348412336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/6610013733348412336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/10/desejo.html' title='Desejo?'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TLUD5eIVTVI/AAAAAAAAAtU/fIID1eQwcas/s72-c/96210205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-9031312298082709376</id><published>2010-10-06T14:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T17:59:24.245-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebolbinando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TKyu0KNWKlI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Lh4uLh3SBhg/s1600/85911203mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524983053993519698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TKyu0KNWKlI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Lh4uLh3SBhg/s320/85911203mod.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/22625506-9031312298082709376?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/9031312298082709376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=9031312298082709376&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/9031312298082709376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/9031312298082709376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/10/rebolbinando.html' title='Rebolbinando'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TKyu0KNWKlI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Lh4uLh3SBhg/s72-c/85911203mod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-5338969889563785742</id><published>2010-10-03T16:53:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T23:29:59.948-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TKk8D_imHeI/AAAAAAAAAtE/AzM_Lnsc28E/s1600/98963524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524012457240436194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TKk8D_imHeI/AAAAAAAAAtE/AzM_Lnsc28E/s320/98963524.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TKk7ENh0AGI/AAAAAAAAAs8/GUah6Bx9Ldw/s1600/98963524.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Só o que queremos é a alegria confusa do amor"Rumi&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Existe algum lugar seguro nesse verbo substantivamente tão utilizado, banalizado, injustiçado, colocado a prova chamado AMOR? Subjetivar esta sensação encarnada passeia, muitas vezes, em uma tentativa de encaixe. E cabe? Quanto? Pesa? Se sim, não seria diametralmente diferente de leveza? Não sendo leve, voa? Se sim, entramos inevitavelmente e novamente em contato com a solidão. Sozinho se ama? Se sim, me ensina!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/22625506-5338969889563785742?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/5338969889563785742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=5338969889563785742&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/5338969889563785742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/5338969889563785742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/10/cabe.html' title='Cabe?'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TKk8D_imHeI/AAAAAAAAAtE/AzM_Lnsc28E/s72-c/98963524.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-52361393174085358</id><published>2010-09-27T22:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T22:47:54.174-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TKFI2cobtAI/AAAAAAAAAr8/GiJifFTRUZs/s1600/1283885281688_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521774718368855042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TKFI2cobtAI/AAAAAAAAAr8/GiJifFTRUZs/s320/1283885281688_f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Dia de luz , festa de sol&lt;br /&gt;E o barquinho a deslizar&lt;br /&gt;nesse imenso azul do mar...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que venham mais 30!!! Sou uma mulher de Balzac e com entusiasmo onde as rugas ainda não se escondem, mas já, já, hão de me incomodar! Rs! Quando chegarem, verei onde irão se assentar. Pés serelepes, mãos habilidosas e um desejo imenso de coisas e situações e pessoas que ainda nem conheço. Muitos dos mistérios já foram revelados, como uma flor em um planetinha distante e com um regador, me aproximo do príncipe como princesa conhecedora de minhas pétalas. Caio em tombos suavizados pelas mãos atentas e já raladas, acostumadas a aparar. As surpresas não findaram, mas já contam com algum manejo de uma busca por resposta que irão mais e mais me revelar!!&lt;br /&gt;“Happy Birthday to Donaella, happy birthday to you.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-52361393174085358?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/52361393174085358/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=52361393174085358&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/52361393174085358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/52361393174085358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/09/dia-de-luz-festa-de-sol-e-o-barquinho.html' title=''/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TKFI2cobtAI/AAAAAAAAAr8/GiJifFTRUZs/s72-c/1283885281688_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-6042855520549476384</id><published>2010-09-22T11:58:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T16:46:07.589-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Direito ou Dever?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TJuuEDeiZrI/AAAAAAAAAr0/D93MLrK5XE8/s1600/20090928180619_106847_large_brigitte-bardot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520197152948774578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TJuuEDeiZrI/AAAAAAAAAr0/D93MLrK5XE8/s320/20090928180619_106847_large_brigitte-bardot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Li sobre um projeto de lei que dizia o seguinte: quem mentir no currículo e for descoberto, e denunciado sofrerá pena de 06 meses há 2 anos. Fiquei cá a matutar: até que ponto nosso livre arbítrio é, de fato, livre? O voto, por exemplo, é um dever ou um direito, ou ainda, uma obrigação?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando eu minto em um currículo, eu preciso ser penalizada no meu âmbito profissional ou publicamente perante a sociedade? Quando eu minto para meu chefe eu perco o emprego ou vou presa? Era só para matutar mesmo ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijocas em todos!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-6042855520549476384?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/6042855520549476384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=6042855520549476384&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/6042855520549476384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/6042855520549476384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/09/direito-ou-dever.html' title='Direito ou Dever?'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TJuuEDeiZrI/AAAAAAAAAr0/D93MLrK5XE8/s72-c/20090928180619_106847_large_brigitte-bardot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-2204583425590210610</id><published>2010-09-14T00:08:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T00:26:08.672-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lado A Lado B</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TI7qgxtr5VI/AAAAAAAAArk/ajq1e3unJ7A/s1600/031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 169px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 96px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516604442397107538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TI7qgxtr5VI/AAAAAAAAArk/ajq1e3unJ7A/s200/031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lembro-me de uma época em que existia a magia dos lados, onde escutava-se lados. O chiado suave de um bom vinil na vitrola. Existia tempo para degustar o hábito. A magia da capa, a bolacha que contia no centro, a sequência do que ouviríamos a seguir. O lado A, em sua maioria, continha as melhores músicas, os “rits”. O lado b era para os fãs. O bom conhecedor da música em questão, que gostava não pop, mas do prazer de saber que sua banda ou cantor favorito tinha, sim, lado a e lado b de talento. O talento, facilmente encontrado naquele tempo, hoje, seria apropriado definir “talento”. Os vazios são tantos, que a saudade é de tempo para ter um “hobby”, do talento de ícones que nunca passaram e do ritual mágico de escutar vinis!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 561px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516604764586696338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TI7qzh9q3pI/AAAAAAAAArs/OIaOBjZnGIo/s320/vinil.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-2204583425590210610?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/2204583425590210610/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=2204583425590210610&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/2204583425590210610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/2204583425590210610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/09/lado-lado-b.html' title='Lado A Lado B'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TI7qgxtr5VI/AAAAAAAAArk/ajq1e3unJ7A/s72-c/031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-4585131480107908001</id><published>2010-09-02T19:04:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T19:25:57.918-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Olha pro céu, meu amor!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TIAkLilDaDI/AAAAAAAAAq8/y_dTwmioT5Y/s1600/92572617mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512445724580866098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TIAkLilDaDI/AAAAAAAAAq8/y_dTwmioT5Y/s400/92572617mod.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TIAguzmB5KI/AAAAAAAAAq0/U5Vr2fWgjxw/s1600/For_the_heart_I_once_had_by_Erinti.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Quando o céu tá carregado. É sinal que vai chover. Não é tão complicado. Ter prazer em dar prazer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kid Abelha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um abraço especialíssimo na PAULAMAR pelos presentes lindos que me envio!!! Adorei!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-4585131480107908001?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/4585131480107908001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=4585131480107908001&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/4585131480107908001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/4585131480107908001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/09/olha-pro-ceu-meu-amor.html' title='&quot;Olha pro céu, meu amor!&quot;'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TIAkLilDaDI/AAAAAAAAAq8/y_dTwmioT5Y/s72-c/92572617mod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-2744273018750401173</id><published>2010-08-26T15:46:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T23:45:47.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Do que é seu ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/THcmXkWXpJI/AAAAAAAAAqs/4DZ1BtW4Bnc/s1600/90260163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509914855447438482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/THcmXkWXpJI/AAAAAAAAAqs/4DZ1BtW4Bnc/s400/90260163.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A fofoca é a arte da mediocridade. A fofoca odeia as pessoas felizes"&lt;/em&gt;. Daniel Lins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;              Existe uma única coisa a fazer ao escutar fofoca, deixar que o mudo passar dos dias não deixe em você o peso de ter tratado do que não é seu de modo irresponsável. Nada melhor do que cultivar a pertença!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;             Dias felizes a todos!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                       :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-2744273018750401173?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/2744273018750401173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=2744273018750401173&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/2744273018750401173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/2744273018750401173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/08/do-que-e-seu.html' title='Do que é seu ...'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/THcmXkWXpJI/AAAAAAAAAqs/4DZ1BtW4Bnc/s72-c/90260163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-1130628695016946061</id><published>2010-08-19T16:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T17:43:37.232-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Livre na prisão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TG2XYHeVd9I/AAAAAAAAAqk/qS5OXoVJbO4/s1600/102383044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507224359922923474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TG2XYHeVd9I/AAAAAAAAAqk/qS5OXoVJbO4/s400/102383044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Li essa frase no twitter da Márcia Tiburi e pensei. De quantas prisões precisamos para desistir ou parar? Passamos a vida sendo educados para dirimir o desejo. Desacelerar. E o que muitas vezes conseguimos é fingir, burlar, entreter o que pulsa direito. Direito porque o desejo nos descreve, entusiasma, trilha os pés. Não podemos parar e também não podemos tudo, mas podemos um monte de coisas. Coisas boas até. Boas para nós. Exercer o que chamam de egoísmo e eu de auto-preservação. Viver nessa linha tênue linha do desejo possível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bom final de semana! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-1130628695016946061?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/1130628695016946061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=1130628695016946061&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/1130628695016946061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/1130628695016946061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/08/livre-na-prisao.html' title='Livre na prisão'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TG2XYHeVd9I/AAAAAAAAAqk/qS5OXoVJbO4/s72-c/102383044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-5404718617054683856</id><published>2010-08-08T10:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T10:54:25.597-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu primeiro amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TF627qmoYEI/AAAAAAAAAqc/SpeduLMPMDI/s1600/101927374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503036930858180674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TF627qmoYEI/AAAAAAAAAqc/SpeduLMPMDI/s400/101927374.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Do primeiro amor se gosta mais, dos outros gosta-se melhor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O primeiro amor a gente nunca esquece. Ele, as vezes, foi a primeira pessoa que viu você tentar respirar pela primeira vez, viu toda a movimentação do nascer. Emocionado e ali, presente, o amor de pai nasce com a gente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ele é o vulto familiar que aparece com frequência ao lado do berço. Com horários, parecendo mais uma visita: de manhã cedo, meio dia e a noite. O resto do tempo está correndo para pagar o bendito berço!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FELIZ DIA DOS PAIS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-5404718617054683856?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/5404718617054683856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=5404718617054683856&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/5404718617054683856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/5404718617054683856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/08/meu-primeiro-amor.html' title='Meu primeiro amor...'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TF627qmoYEI/AAAAAAAAAqc/SpeduLMPMDI/s72-c/101927374.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-7660257382162085656</id><published>2010-08-01T22:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T00:03:56.997-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TFY1cT0YcPI/AAAAAAAAAqU/DQW_NlY9vEE/s1600/102175523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500642755352228082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TFY1cT0YcPI/AAAAAAAAAqU/DQW_NlY9vEE/s400/102175523.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje, quero passar dos limites da aparência&lt;br /&gt;e achar o que há de mais lindo no coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Até para ser feliz é preciso inspiração.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; " Respirar o amor, aspirando liberdade."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Pela ausência de destreza para as coisas felizardas, deixamos escapar o que é bom, doce, leve e feliz. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somos adestrados a esperar um "bum", algo que estremeça e seja claro da sua magnitude. Mas, e a vida real? Aquela onde a gente acorda sem querer, toma banho frio, penteia o cabelo... Se alegra com a conquista do outro, também! Não é preciso doar um rim para ser digna de um olhar admirado. Oferecer um café já vem embutido um obrigado. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo que parece meio bobo é sempre muito bonito, porque não tem complicação. Coisa simples é lindo. E existe muito pouco.&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; Caio F. Abreu &lt;strong&gt;E no amor, também não é diferente, apesar das lutas pelo "bum" em questão, o amor é dia-a-dia. Existe e vive no cotidiano, alimenta-se diariamente. Enfrenta, supera e passa dias comuns. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Existem algumas peculiaridades no amor diário, uma delas é a capacidade de reinvenção diante do comum e a percepção da grandeza de se amar todos os dias.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;UMA BOA SEMANA &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-7660257382162085656?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/7660257382162085656/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=7660257382162085656&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/7660257382162085656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/7660257382162085656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/08/simplicidade.html' title='Simplicidade'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TFY1cT0YcPI/AAAAAAAAAqU/DQW_NlY9vEE/s72-c/102175523.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-8067219613236877592</id><published>2010-07-27T21:27:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T22:06:36.357-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TE-AoGwpLWI/AAAAAAAAAqM/v64-14yVRdQ/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498755096540425570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TE-AoGwpLWI/AAAAAAAAAqM/v64-14yVRdQ/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo quanto penso&lt;br /&gt;Tudo quanto sou&lt;br /&gt;É um deserto imenso&lt;br /&gt;Onde nem eu estou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Pessoa &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;A alma para ser viva tem que vibrar. Será? Penso que os anos realmente passam e sempre esperei por isso. Esperei fazer 24 e 30. Ainda não cheguei lá, mas já, já serei BALSAQUIANA. Paquero apaixonadamente por essa época... fazer 28 anos foi a melhor experiência, até hoje!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Deve ser um choque, ler alguém tão feliz em envelhecer. Nunca me senti tão digna, bonita, tranquila(apesar da inquietude natural), feliz, consciente. Hoje, eu posso dizer que me percebo em inteireza. Será audácia ou loucura? Seria insano gostar que os anos passem e olhar ansiosa pro futuro com olhos de criança a espera do bolo quentinho, do próximo passo. O corpo obedece a cabeça e vice-versa, tudo funciona PLENAMENTE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voltar é uma ilusão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estamos sempre indo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cláudio Marzo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/22625506-8067219613236877592?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/8067219613236877592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=8067219613236877592&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/8067219613236877592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/8067219613236877592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/07/tudo-quanto-penso-tudo-quanto-sou-e-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TE-AoGwpLWI/AAAAAAAAAqM/v64-14yVRdQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-7156552814259783204</id><published>2010-07-21T19:17:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T00:03:19.073-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PRÊMIO Dardos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TEkFt20SbuI/AAAAAAAAAp8/kkZ0CmDMj-A/s1600/PRMIO_~1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 201px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496931105549479650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TEkFt20SbuI/AAAAAAAAAp8/kkZ0CmDMj-A/s400/PRMIO_~1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que surpresa e honra imensa ao entrar no Blog dulcíssimo da Carol- Café com Canela- e me deparar com a indicação do Prêmio Dardos para o Cantarolando. Muito bacana e agradeço e recebo lisonjeada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O selo e premiação tratam-se de:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¨Com este selo são premiados os blogs e seus blogueiros que transmitem valores culturais, éticos, literários, pessoais, etc. Que, em suma, demonstram sua criatividade através do pensamento vivo que está e permanece intacto entre suas letras, entre suas palavras. Esses selos foram criados com a intenção de promover a confraternização entre os blogueiros, uma forma de demonstrar carinho e reconhecimento por um trabalho que agregue valor à Web.¨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recomenda-se que, quem recebe o "Prêmio Dardos" e o aceita, siga algumas regras:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Exibir a distinta imagem;&lt;br /&gt;2. Apontar o Blog pelo qual recebeu o prêmio;&lt;br /&gt;3. Escolher pessoas de sua preferência e um blog de cada pessoa escolhida para oferecer o "Prêmio Dardos".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho uma tarefa difícil escolher, dentre os Blogs que acompanho, os que merecem o prêmio. Confesso que todos os "linkados" são acompanhados atentamente e frequentemente por meus olhos de canção. E encontro em todos muitas pontas para compor minha estrela diária.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, enfim...a lista dos "selados"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Nandinha: Alma Desarmada&lt;br /&gt;# Eduardo Baszczyn: Coisas de Gaveta&lt;br /&gt;# Rose: Eternessencias&lt;br /&gt;# Rosa: Na superficie da alma&lt;br /&gt;# Melissa: Qualquer coisa de flor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-7156552814259783204?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='CoisasdeGaveta' href='http://coisasdagaveta.blogspot.com/' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='Eternessencias' href='http://eternessencias.blogspot.com/' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='cafecomcanela' href='http://meublogcafecomcanela.blogspot.com/' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='Qualquercoisadeflor' href='http://qqcoisadeflor.blogspot.com/' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='Nasuperficiedaalma' href='http://rosasaron.blogspot.com/' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/7156552814259783204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=7156552814259783204&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/7156552814259783204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/7156552814259783204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/07/premio-dardos.html' title='PRÊMIO Dardos!'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TEkFt20SbuI/AAAAAAAAAp8/kkZ0CmDMj-A/s72-c/PRMIO_~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-1015490925563890680</id><published>2010-07-16T16:21:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T10:33:45.267-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre o que eu não sei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TECzxX7rUnI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Y7auY8QJ2Ho/s1600/88783164MOD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494589206211285618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TECzxX7rUnI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Y7auY8QJ2Ho/s400/88783164MOD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Li um questionamento no Blog da Carol e seus sábios aromas, que deu pano paras minhas mangas, aqui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;O que você fez do que fizeram com você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Comi muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Corri muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Trabalhei muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Falei muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E, ao final, &lt;/strong&gt;dei mais uma chance para mim&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;BOA SEMANA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;[ouvindo][&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Eagle Eye Cherry - Wanna Be With You] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s: leio testemunhos tão doces e que tocam minha alma profundamente, aqui. Agradeço o enorme carinho!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-1015490925563890680?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/1015490925563890680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=1015490925563890680&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/1015490925563890680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/1015490925563890680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/07/sobre-o-que-eu-nao-sei.html' title='Sobre o que eu não sei...'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TECzxX7rUnI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Y7auY8QJ2Ho/s72-c/88783164MOD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-7631772333989117426</id><published>2010-07-15T04:48:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T05:32:48.332-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TD7HTkxxnhI/AAAAAAAAAps/IdSEbuh3kHw/s1600/101599274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494047734542474770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TD7HTkxxnhI/AAAAAAAAAps/IdSEbuh3kHw/s400/101599274.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De tudo ficaram três coisas:&lt;br /&gt;A certeza de que estamos começando,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em determinados momentos e apesar das certezas, caminhamos vacilantes, queríamos diferente, mais ou melhor... Essa danada da esperança que teima em cobrir-nos os olhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A certeza de que é preciso continuar e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se de repente nos percebemos com pés de "Curupira"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A certeza de que podemos ser interrompidos antes de terminar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De repente é a única certeza de onde se pode partir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fazer da interrupção um caminho novo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fazer da queda um passo de dança,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse é o ponto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do medo uma escola,&lt;br /&gt;Do sonho uma ponte,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes é preciso abrir a janela, deixar que o vento sopre e possamos ouvi-lo com atenção. Ele está lá fora e precisa entrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da procura um encontro, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tal abandonar-se um pouco? Correr por fora, buscar desertos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E assim terá valido a pena existir! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há de fazer todo sentido, como queijo qualho com melaço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"De tudo ficaram três coisas:&lt;br /&gt;A certeza de que estamos começando,&lt;br /&gt;A certeza de que é preciso continuar e&lt;br /&gt;A certeza de que podemos ser interrompidos antes de terminar&lt;br /&gt;Fazer da interrupção um caminho novo,&lt;br /&gt;Fazer da queda um passo de dança,&lt;br /&gt;Do medo uma escola,&lt;br /&gt;Do sonho uma ponte,&lt;br /&gt;Da procura um encontro,&lt;br /&gt;E assim terá valido a pena existir!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FERNANDO SABINO&lt;br /&gt;do livro&lt;br /&gt;"Encontro Marcado" &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/22625506-7631772333989117426?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/7631772333989117426/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=7631772333989117426&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/7631772333989117426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/7631772333989117426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/07/sabido.html' title='Sabido'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TD7HTkxxnhI/AAAAAAAAAps/IdSEbuh3kHw/s72-c/101599274.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-382315065442788966</id><published>2010-07-12T23:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T23:53:08.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TDvUhSmOJiI/AAAAAAAAApc/DcQg2I5TzQU/s1600/101318481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493217838901372450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TDvUhSmOJiI/AAAAAAAAApc/DcQg2I5TzQU/s400/101318481.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não se sabe onde a página virou. Que houve um caminho, houve. Mas, em que esquina acontece a grande virada? "De repente" os pés estão totalmente virados em outra direção .Não se tem saudades das velhas sapatilhas, viram relíquia, posadas no fundo do baú.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dá um preguiça danada pensar nelas ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"É necessário ter o caos cá dentro para gerar uma estrela." Nietzsche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-382315065442788966?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/382315065442788966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=382315065442788966&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/382315065442788966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/382315065442788966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/07/nao-se-sabe-onde-pagina-virou.html' title=''/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TDvUhSmOJiI/AAAAAAAAApc/DcQg2I5TzQU/s72-c/101318481.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-8721321944225297297</id><published>2010-07-09T16:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T16:37:44.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TDd6RmlJFQI/AAAAAAAAApU/eDdjuKljYbM/s1600/102264195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491992713434305794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TDd6RmlJFQI/AAAAAAAAApU/eDdjuKljYbM/s400/102264195.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"A alma não tem segredo que o comportamento não revele." Lao-Tsé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebendo do mesmo líquido...ouvindo as mesmas canções.&lt;br /&gt;Percebendo os mesmos olhares ... embriagados da mesma vontade.&lt;br /&gt;Perdidos...Achados.&lt;br /&gt;Até que a palavra os desencaixem! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um final de semana delicioso!!&lt;br /&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/22625506-8721321944225297297?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/8721321944225297297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=8721321944225297297&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/8721321944225297297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/8721321944225297297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/07/alma-nao-tem-segredo-que-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TDd6RmlJFQI/AAAAAAAAApU/eDdjuKljYbM/s72-c/102264195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-5057899089264422453</id><published>2010-06-24T14:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T09:32:41.764-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Talvez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TC3cNYgKtcI/AAAAAAAAApM/JOD_7TGNeWs/s1600/97829973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489285643308283330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TC3cNYgKtcI/AAAAAAAAApM/JOD_7TGNeWs/s400/97829973.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Há dias de sol e dias de chuva."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E os dias nublados? Entender em meio as linhas é caminhar na corda bamba das entrelinhas. O que era linha vira tracejados dependendo da força do traçado... Se o lápis não vier cobrir as linhas, a borracha vem e leva tudo embora de assalto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-5057899089264422453?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/5057899089264422453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=5057899089264422453&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/5057899089264422453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/5057899089264422453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/06/talvez.html' title='Talvez'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TC3cNYgKtcI/AAAAAAAAApM/JOD_7TGNeWs/s72-c/97829973.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-2906087570162003120</id><published>2010-06-12T23:33:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T23:45:45.958-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BILHETE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TBRGBaZ88YI/AAAAAAAAApE/ylmVtvcXEOw/s1600/94763823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482083636498723202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TBRGBaZ88YI/AAAAAAAAApE/ylmVtvcXEOw/s400/94763823.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devagar para não queimar a boca, para não esperar na porta.&lt;br /&gt;Devagar se não gasta-se mais, caminha-se em demasia.&lt;br /&gt;Rápido se perde a atenção, desconcentra-se no foco.&lt;br /&gt;Rápido escolhe-se roupa errada e as vezes não há troca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“ Se tu me amas, ama-me baixinho&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;Deixe em paz os passarinhos.”&lt;br /&gt;Mário Quintana &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/22625506-2906087570162003120?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/2906087570162003120/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=2906087570162003120&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/2906087570162003120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/2906087570162003120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/06/bilhete.html' title='BILHETE'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TBRGBaZ88YI/AAAAAAAAApE/ylmVtvcXEOw/s72-c/94763823.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-7797512132833992986</id><published>2010-06-03T00:49:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T02:04:22.211-03:00</updated><title type='text'>24 horas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TAc3syrEyWI/AAAAAAAAAo8/LCtN2iemvDI/s1600/200537330-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478408714375711074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TAc3syrEyWI/AAAAAAAAAo8/LCtN2iemvDI/s400/200537330-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zummm, zummm... Vibra o celular anunciando que a música do "fica de pé" vem em seguida. Automaticamente o cérebro embriaga o corpo de uma preguiça aninhada. Mais 4 minutos... O chuveiro beija o rosto com um bom dia dominador. Café preto, ovos e presunto. Suficiente para encaminhar as primeiras tarefas. Dez minutos de carro ao som de Nando Reis, trabalho. Almocinho em casa aproveitando que , agora, o trabalho é pertinho de casa. Descansar? Email, respostas aguardadas, telefonemas, marcação de médicos ... 14:30, eita, hora de ir pro outro lado da cidade. Caminho conhecido que permite um pensar vagueado e alternado com a trilha sonora, agora, lady gaga, para animar o 'soninho" quem nem pode pensar em pousar. 7 pacientes depois, o telefone toca, do terceiro trabalho, reunião as 21:00. Prontamente confirmo, mas penso: "nossa 21:00!!" Saio as 19:00, lembro que marquei um jantar as 19:30, a lembrança de casa faz li do atraso repentino. na época da tecnologia existem celulares desligados. Trocaria de lugar com o celular, agora! E lá vamos nós: sushizinho, papo bom, café expresso (impressindível para qualquer "atleta". 20:45 chegou voando. Voando vou eu no trânsito, perigo, freio, chuva fina. Saio do carro e olho minha imagem na porta espelhada azul piscina e me assusto com a cara de quem quer muito passar por apresentável. Volta pro carro: rímel, blush. O diabo não veste Prada, ele anda sem maquiagem, a MIRANDA era linda! Chego na sala de reuniões 5 minutos atrasadas, sala cheia. Uma leve sensação de inadequação e piora. As 21:05 tem como piorar. Burocracias a parte a reunião é tensa e por muitas horas deixou meus pés completamente fora do chão. 22:30, finalmente em casa. Comida, primeiro item básico; computador, alternado com o básico. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assim, contando, não foram 32 horas, não? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-7797512132833992986?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/7797512132833992986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=7797512132833992986&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/7797512132833992986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/7797512132833992986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/06/24-horas.html' title='24 horas'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/TAc3syrEyWI/AAAAAAAAAo8/LCtN2iemvDI/s72-c/200537330-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-250838061803722285</id><published>2010-05-24T14:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T14:51:52.529-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Troças na rua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S_q8QrXpqPI/AAAAAAAAAo0/lyR7MW3p9Ak/s1600/97534504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474895291728111858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S_q8QrXpqPI/AAAAAAAAAo0/lyR7MW3p9Ak/s400/97534504.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"... o tempo não se encarrega&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de matar desejos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;apenas de substituir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;os personagens..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caio Fernando de Abreu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E os desejos pulsam. Reconhecidos ou não vem nos cumprimentar, paqueram a nossa consciência e fazem amor com o nosso inconsciente. Desejo grita, mas pode encontrar ouvidos surdos, entretanto quando sua voz jocosa encontra escuta atenta, trabalhada na vontade, aí é colocar o bloco na rua e viver o Carnaval.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-250838061803722285?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/250838061803722285/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=250838061803722285&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/250838061803722285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/250838061803722285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/05/trocas-na-rua.html' title='Troças na rua'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S_q8QrXpqPI/AAAAAAAAAo0/lyR7MW3p9Ak/s72-c/97534504.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-6167382035413382976</id><published>2010-05-17T00:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T00:26:54.438-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Homem de Lata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S_C3MwU7aEI/AAAAAAAAAos/7plggI0OWVw/s1600/6869211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472074977014147138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S_C3MwU7aEI/AAAAAAAAAos/7plggI0OWVw/s400/6869211.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não lembro muito bem de Alice no país das maravilhas, mas o homem de lata, ultimamente me chama atenção. Achava que era só mais alguém sem coração. Não, o homem de lata traz em sua história a busca por um novo amor, que bom seria!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em sua história ele foi punido por uma bruxa por se apaixonar por uma moça que não podia, então foi cortado em vários pedaços e reconstruído de lata e sem coração para que esquece do amor pela moça. Isto aconteceu. Ele buscava, em Oz, um coração para achar um outro amor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem de lata deseja e isso, sim, é uma novidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que bom seria se este homem de lata corresse e encontrasse um coração ... bem rápido!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;boa semana e com corações pulsantes e unidos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-6167382035413382976?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/6167382035413382976/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=6167382035413382976&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/6167382035413382976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/6167382035413382976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/05/homem-de-lata.html' title='Homem de Lata'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S_C3MwU7aEI/AAAAAAAAAos/7plggI0OWVw/s72-c/6869211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-7838074240370329086</id><published>2010-05-10T21:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:23:15.664-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ordinário</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S-ixRFB2Q-I/AAAAAAAAAok/_TFQr8hu5BQ/s1600/95937758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469816654407287778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S-ixRFB2Q-I/AAAAAAAAAok/_TFQr8hu5BQ/s400/95937758.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em 2009 eu, certamente, intitularia o dia 9 de Janeiro como o melhor dia do ano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em 2010 o dia 6 de Fevereiro foi, com louvor, de um tufão que forçou o sorriso, mas não a gargalhada, esta,foi dada de graça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje, um dia comum, de muito trabalho e bobas conquistas consumistas... também foi um dia onde a minha bochecha poderia ser esmagada pelo meu sorriso!!!! Daí, raciocinei, a felicidade esconde-se em baixo de cada pedrinha... Trilhemos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;UMA ÓTIMA SEMANA AOS PASSANTES!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-7838074240370329086?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/7838074240370329086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=7838074240370329086&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/7838074240370329086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/7838074240370329086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/05/ordinario.html' title='Ordinário'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S-ixRFB2Q-I/AAAAAAAAAok/_TFQr8hu5BQ/s72-c/95937758.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-3884581574281550467</id><published>2010-05-07T00:01:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T00:36:59.651-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma lista de vontades doidas, absurdas, que não passam, que aumentam ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S-OJ2JQoejI/AAAAAAAAAoc/zWlo1XtTeok/s1600/89988677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468365935849536050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S-OJ2JQoejI/AAAAAAAAAoc/zWlo1XtTeok/s400/89988677.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. ter a perna sarada sem precisar me matar de malhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. ter uma máquina de café expresso toda minha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. ter um carro amarelo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. me jogar numa piscina cheia de gel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. dormir um dia até 13:00 da tarde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. bater meu carro em quem é abusado no trânsito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. ser o Michael Douglas em Um dia de Fúria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. ter o super -poder de voar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. poder lavar o cabelo no salão de beleza 4x por semana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. dar um beijo no meu primeiro amor platônico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vi essa Lista(ideia) no blog da Clarice. Quem se sentir com uma vontade doida e absurda... fique a vontade pra fazer sua lista!kkkkkk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;beijocas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-3884581574281550467?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/3884581574281550467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=3884581574281550467&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/3884581574281550467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/3884581574281550467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/05/uma-lista-de-vontades-doidas-absurdas.html' title='Uma lista de vontades doidas, absurdas, que não passam, que aumentam ...'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S-OJ2JQoejI/AAAAAAAAAoc/zWlo1XtTeok/s72-c/89988677.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-4236085418915481986</id><published>2010-04-29T09:18:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T10:07:17.786-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S9mEEjLIJyI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OUS4A03_tds/s1600/mod95784232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465544836487063330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S9mEEjLIJyI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OUS4A03_tds/s400/mod95784232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sensação é reação física do corpo ao mundo físico, sendo regida pelas leis da física, química, biologia, etc&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nunca fui uma mulher com sexto sentido aguçado. Aliás, acho que era uma característica que não tenho. Nunca fui sensitiva, mas acho que nunca prestei muita atenção nisso, assim como, não olho para cima(céu, lua e adjacências). Entretanto, com o passar das pegadas do tempo venho desacelerado a caminhada e sentido mais a vida do que simplesmente estar misturada a tantos sentimentos e obrigações. Assim, tenho podido sentir e perceber estas reações ao mundo físico, não penas praticado o viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tenho uma sensação estranha, não é boa, nem ruim. É como se antes da chuva o céu ilumina-se com um amarelo diferente, com sombras e cadências diferenciadas. Dando a mim um sentimento novo de não-previsão, de que parece que vai chover, mas que chover pode ser muito bom ou simplesmente será remédio ao calor. Sei lá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/22625506-4236085418915481986?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/4236085418915481986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=4236085418915481986&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/4236085418915481986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/4236085418915481986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/04/sensacao.html' title='Sensação'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S9mEEjLIJyI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OUS4A03_tds/s72-c/mod95784232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-5575826780540276286</id><published>2010-04-12T22:29:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T22:43:18.092-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S8PL4lV5I3I/AAAAAAAAAoI/y37YH0t60gc/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx.jpga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S8PL4lV5I3I/AAAAAAAAAoI/y37YH0t60gc/s400/GetAttachment.aspx.jpga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459431346260222834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Responder a perguntas não respondo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Perguntas impossíveis não pergunto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Só do que sei de mim aos outros conto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; de mim, atravessada pelo mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Toda a minha experiência, o meu estudo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sou eu mesma que, em solidão paciente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; recolho do que em mim observo e escuto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; muda lição, que ninguém mais entende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; O que sou vale mais do que o meu canto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Apenas em linguagem vou dizendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; caminhos invisíveis por onde ando. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Tudo é secreto e de remoto exemplo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Todos ouvimos, longe, o apelo do Anjo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; E todos somos pura flor de vento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Cecilia_Meireles/" class="autor"&gt;Cecília Meireles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="aut"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="aut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Por hoje é só!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos muito carinhosos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="aut"&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/22625506-5575826780540276286?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/5575826780540276286/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=5575826780540276286&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/5575826780540276286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/5575826780540276286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/04/responder-perguntas-nao-respondo.html' title=''/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S8PL4lV5I3I/AAAAAAAAAoI/y37YH0t60gc/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-4413399882184746953</id><published>2010-04-05T22:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:34:12.096-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pálido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S7qPAuIKL4I/AAAAAAAAAoA/gX1OwZPbRGE/s1600/95588433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456831141057802114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S7qPAuIKL4I/AAAAAAAAAoA/gX1OwZPbRGE/s400/95588433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem não traz cor aos seus dias não deveria, mesmo, estar junto ao seu corpo, nem mesmo perto da sua aura circundante. Deveria se avizinhar a outro cinza. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dizem que as cores influencia, interferem. Eu acredito nisso. Nem todos os dias somos arco-íris e queremos captar toda cor, acolhe-las, embaladas em nossa aquarela. Não! Há dias de ser cor primária, inteira, frente a frente com a sua própria essência.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-4413399882184746953?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/4413399882184746953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=4413399882184746953&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/4413399882184746953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/4413399882184746953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/04/palido.html' title='Pálido'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S7qPAuIKL4I/AAAAAAAAAoA/gX1OwZPbRGE/s72-c/95588433.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-5378548011677566732</id><published>2010-03-30T13:01:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T13:34:14.823-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Inflexão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S7Inp3WIfyI/AAAAAAAAAnw/-af-l1FcRV4/s1600/83266767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S7Inp3WIfyI/AAAAAAAAAnw/-af-l1FcRV4/s400/83266767.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454465698883993378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" Tudo desculpa, tudo crê, tudo espera, tudo suporta."&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1ª Carta de São Paulo aos Coríntios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso, SE for&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; amor&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma semana santa de muita PAZ a todos!!&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/22625506-5378548011677566732?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/5378548011677566732/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=5378548011677566732&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/5378548011677566732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/5378548011677566732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/03/tudo-desculpa-tudo-cre-tudo-espera-tudo.html' title='Inflexão'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S7Inp3WIfyI/AAAAAAAAAnw/-af-l1FcRV4/s72-c/83266767.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-8665781911297138703</id><published>2010-03-25T23:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T00:16:54.374-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S6wm_tWYWCI/AAAAAAAAAno/n95apAlh2s4/s1600/200440052-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452776124785907746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S6wm_tWYWCI/AAAAAAAAAno/n95apAlh2s4/s400/200440052-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ Dois grupos para coordenar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ Um livro para terminar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ Uma pós&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ Um curso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ Um concurso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ Dois trabalhos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ Um novo amigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ Um velho amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ Uma roupa nova&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ Uma vontade imensa de ser feliz no recolhimento e daqui é mais fácil contar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um milhão de motivos para ser feliz, duas novas razões para fazer isso valer!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um grande final de semana a todos&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/22625506-8665781911297138703?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/8665781911297138703/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=8665781911297138703&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/8665781911297138703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/8665781911297138703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/03/sentido.html' title='Sentido'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S6wm_tWYWCI/AAAAAAAAAno/n95apAlh2s4/s72-c/200440052-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-6522686852277440886</id><published>2010-03-17T23:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:21:28.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S6GburfaDeI/AAAAAAAAAnY/DViKPQe5DrA/s1600-h/82642581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449808250345754082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S6GburfaDeI/AAAAAAAAAnY/DViKPQe5DrA/s400/82642581.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fui ao cinema com um saquinho de jujubas e um copo d'água. Na ausência de luz as jujubas desordenadamente iam tornando-se parte de mim: amarelas, verdes(eca) e as minhas doces jujubas roxas. Na linguagem dos anjos significam = saudade! Cada uma que vinha, uma nova surpresa, as vezes ruins, duas verdes seguidas(eca), mas deu para perceber que a surpresa faz parte da minha vida e a escuridão como maneira de projetar belas mensagens, também!!! kkkkk... O filme que eu poderia estar vendo era "O fim da escuridão"(recomendo), mas não era!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah, o filme que vi? "Lembranças", ele é bem tristonho, mas vale a pena pela essência e reflexões!&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/22625506-6522686852277440886?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/6522686852277440886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=6522686852277440886&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/6522686852277440886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/6522686852277440886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/03/fui-ao-cinema-com-um-saquinho-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S6GburfaDeI/AAAAAAAAAnY/DViKPQe5DrA/s72-c/82642581.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-261496367765540570</id><published>2010-03-08T22:11:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T23:52:42.969-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Dia Internacional na Mulher!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S5W3VUzSKdI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/elsXryqfrNU/s1600-h/94650920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446460901363427794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S5W3VUzSKdI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/elsXryqfrNU/s400/94650920.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O amor é grande e cabe nesta janela sobre o mar. O mar é grande e cabe na cama e no colchão de amar. O amor é grande e cabe no breve espaço de beijar. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/22625506-261496367765540570?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/261496367765540570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=261496367765540570&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/261496367765540570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/261496367765540570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-amor-e-grande-e-cabe-nesta-janela.html' title='Feliz Dia Internacional na Mulher!!!!'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S5W3VUzSKdI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/elsXryqfrNU/s72-c/94650920.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-117408719908052432</id><published>2010-02-27T22:50:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T09:54:14.575-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- , : ! ? .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S4nUBzdiRqI/AAAAAAAAAnI/KSUAgvdz-74/s1600-h/92292649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443114752113002146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S4nUBzdiRqI/AAAAAAAAAnI/KSUAgvdz-74/s400/92292649.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Com o &lt;strong&gt;travessão&lt;/strong&gt; despejamos nossos desacertos, sopramos desejos. E para cada &lt;strong&gt;dois pontos&lt;/strong&gt; explicações imensas de como poderíamos ser felizes e não somos, mas a felicidade é inundadas de esperança e esperança vem exclamada, mais de uma vez, enfática. Antes do &lt;strong&gt;ponto final&lt;/strong&gt; vê sempre aquele gancho e ponto, &lt;strong&gt;questionando&lt;/strong&gt;, proclamando, no fundo, duvidando. Caso haja mesmo jeito, usamos uma &lt;strong&gt;vírgula&lt;/strong&gt;, ponderada, esperta, ajuizada. Depois de colocado o ponto, novo parágrafo ou mais duas palavras pra iniciar as &lt;strong&gt;reticências&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-117408719908052432?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/117408719908052432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=117408719908052432&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/117408719908052432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/117408719908052432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/02/de-qualquer-forma-poderia-te-lo-amado.html' title='- , : ! ? .'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S4nUBzdiRqI/AAAAAAAAAnI/KSUAgvdz-74/s72-c/92292649.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-7691407168168971250</id><published>2010-02-17T21:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:42:24.908-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinzas - RENASCENDO!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S3yMuVCm3kI/AAAAAAAAAnA/0F_MnqMdo2g/s1600-h/Dani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439377177506668098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S3yMuVCm3kI/AAAAAAAAAnA/0F_MnqMdo2g/s400/Dani.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje o carnaval foi embora trazendo consigo, minhas férias. Nem dá pra deixar saudades, pois como diria a música da novelinha das 8...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Tem dias que eu fico pensando na vida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E sinceramente não vejo saída. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como é, por exemplo, que dá pra entender: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A gente mal nasce, começa a morrer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois da chegada vem sempre a partida,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque não há nada sem separação. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sei lá, sei lá, a vida é uma grande ilusão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sei lá, sei lá, só sei que ela está com a razão. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A gente nem sabe que males se apronta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fazendo de conta, fingindo esquecer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que nada renasce antes que se acabe, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E o sol que desponta tem que anoitecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De nada adianta ficar-se de fora. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A hora do sim é o descuido do não.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sei lá, sei lá, só sei que é preciso paixão. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sei lá, sei lá, a vida tem sempre razão. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[toquinho]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-7691407168168971250?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/7691407168168971250/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=7691407168168971250&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/7691407168168971250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/7691407168168971250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/02/cinzas-renascendo.html' title='Cinzas - RENASCENDO!!!!'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S3yMuVCm3kI/AAAAAAAAAnA/0F_MnqMdo2g/s72-c/Dani.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-8856410432971222517</id><published>2010-02-06T23:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T00:30:58.174-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S24ztX7k62I/AAAAAAAAAm4/aEKb9Iy013Y/s1600-h/195892154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435338654893796194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S24ztX7k62I/AAAAAAAAAm4/aEKb9Iy013Y/s400/195892154.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S24wcNXL87I/AAAAAAAAAmw/foiKYd4trhc/s1600-h/94393453.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Mas não sou completa, não. Completa lembra realizada. Realizada é acabada. Acabada é o que não se renova a cada instante da vida e do mundo. Eu vivo me completando... mas falta um bocado”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Clarice Lispector) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E pelas entrelinhas o tempo vem matando alguma charadas, o silêncio encontra mais espaço, finais de semana nem sempre significam uma boa balada. Há cansaço, há vertigem, mas há amor, e as vezes, mas só as vezes, muuuuito amor!!! &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/22625506-8856410432971222517?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/8856410432971222517/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=8856410432971222517&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/8856410432971222517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/8856410432971222517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/02/mas-nao-sou-completa-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S24ztX7k62I/AAAAAAAAAm4/aEKb9Iy013Y/s72-c/195892154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-1171844482241083916</id><published>2010-01-24T23:08:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T21:06:56.624-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Urgências</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S1-DU9IIHKI/AAAAAAAAAmo/ZEkCuh19VZU/s1600-h/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431204071661378722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S1-DU9IIHKI/AAAAAAAAAmo/ZEkCuh19VZU/s400/blog1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;getty imagens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Quando menos se espera faz-se novos amigos, resolve-se velhos romances. Quando menos esperamos já é carnaval outra vez e o guarda-roupa já deu uma certa renovada. Quando menos se espera a academia ja traz um certo efeito e aquela pós já começou. Quando menos esperamos aquela tensão já é outra e a espera já não faz mais nenhum sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então hajamos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grande semana aos cantarolantes de plantão!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/22625506-1171844482241083916?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/1171844482241083916/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=1171844482241083916&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/1171844482241083916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/1171844482241083916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/01/urgencias.html' title='Urgências'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S1-DU9IIHKI/AAAAAAAAAmo/ZEkCuh19VZU/s72-c/blog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-1639361706532582266</id><published>2010-01-12T23:47:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T15:50:14.599-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Devaneios</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S04VzIk-ycI/AAAAAAAAAmg/lEc8My2FwKM/s1600-h/92701721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426298569248131522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S04VzIk-ycI/AAAAAAAAAmg/lEc8My2FwKM/s400/92701721.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Onde esta Wally?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca o amor se avista&lt;br /&gt;Nunca ele esta logo ali&lt;br /&gt;Se você acha uma pista&lt;br /&gt;Ele se apressa em fugir&lt;br /&gt;Tem quem deseja o seu ex&lt;br /&gt;Tem quem quer o que virá&lt;br /&gt;Quem ama vários por mes&lt;br /&gt;Só porque vão se mandar&lt;br /&gt;Tem o amor fantasia&lt;br /&gt;Desses que a gente inventou&lt;br /&gt;Tem o amor (quem diria?)Que a gente sempre odiou&lt;br /&gt;Tem o legal, mas sem charme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tem o charmoso imbecil&lt;br /&gt;Tem o que toca o alarme&lt;br /&gt;Deste você já fugiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tem o que é bom no passado&lt;br /&gt;Mas no presente é uma bosta&lt;br /&gt;Tem o que é muito engraçado&lt;br /&gt;Deste você nunca gosta&lt;br /&gt;E onde você pôs o amor&lt;br /&gt;Olha e já tem solidão&lt;br /&gt;Tem o que te causou dor&lt;br /&gt;E a este você perde perdão?&lt;br /&gt;(Oswaldo Montenegro)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E o(a) seu(a) Wally, qual é?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-1639361706532582266?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/1639361706532582266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=1639361706532582266&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/1639361706532582266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/1639361706532582266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/01/devaneios.html' title='Devaneios'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S04VzIk-ycI/AAAAAAAAAmg/lEc8My2FwKM/s72-c/92701721.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-8762934385711604077</id><published>2010-01-07T14:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T14:31:15.989-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S0YaBQu7eGI/AAAAAAAAAmY/0idD-Z9XuZo/s1600-h/blog+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424051410188335202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S0YaBQu7eGI/AAAAAAAAAmY/0idD-Z9XuZo/s400/blog+12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;    Meu dia foi inteiro de campeonatos. Acordei muito chateada com uma pessoa, a dúvida de ontem era: &lt;em&gt;socá-la x dizer que sentia saudades&lt;/em&gt;. Aliviado o coração com uma mistura de água salgada e ouvidos cansados o “round” foi: &lt;em&gt;me mostro fortaleza X quero um colo bem grandão&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;    Depois do trabalho enquanto almoçava assisti ao programa “Saia Justa” da GNT’, com Maitê Proença, Mônica Waldvogel, Márcia Tiburi e Betty Lago(recomendo). Essa frase me bateu certeira: “ Esse negócio de viver só cabe a você.” E a briga foi: &lt;em&gt;preciso ficar sozinha X não quero ficar sem ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;    Viajando em minhas lembranças, por fim, mas não finalmente lembrei-me da frase de um ex-amor e grande amigo:“ no amor você não está contra ninguém.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-8762934385711604077?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/8762934385711604077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=8762934385711604077&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/8762934385711604077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/8762934385711604077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/01/meu-dia-foi-inteiro-de-campeonatos.html' title=''/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S0YaBQu7eGI/AAAAAAAAAmY/0idD-Z9XuZo/s72-c/blog+12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-2055749837637046227</id><published>2010-01-04T09:27:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T11:24:36.494-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperança sim, por que não?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S0H4wnZq3HI/AAAAAAAAAmI/9qXdJTWifLA/s1600-h/93716482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422888940424846450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S0H4wnZq3HI/AAAAAAAAAmI/9qXdJTWifLA/s400/93716482.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não entendo muito bem o que acontece, "apesar de" alguns motivos para acreditar na desesperança de um ano que começou sozinho, sem a mim, sem meu consentimento. Simplesmente me arrastou. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" 'As vezes é um instante/ a tarde faz silêncio/ o vento sopra a meu favor..."(Lenine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Supreendentemente, o que há é uma mistura de champanhe docinho com brisa leve...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...Leve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toda cortiça&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como que nua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Calma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finge que voa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brasa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chama na areia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como eu queria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Magra, leve e calma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toda ela bela, tudo nela chama..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[lenine.magra]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paz e surpresas deliciosas em 2010 a todos!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&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/22625506-2055749837637046227?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/2055749837637046227/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=2055749837637046227&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/2055749837637046227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/2055749837637046227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2010/01/esperanca.html' title='Esperança sim, por que não?!'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/S0H4wnZq3HI/AAAAAAAAAmI/9qXdJTWifLA/s72-c/93716482.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-8056472991176176843</id><published>2009-12-28T04:13:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T04:53:11.956-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SzhjMvDVS_I/AAAAAAAAAmA/NNNav3Tz8fc/s1600-h/86275066MOD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420191221980417010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SzhjMvDVS_I/AAAAAAAAAmA/NNNav3Tz8fc/s400/86275066MOD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Foto: Getty images&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Olhando a traz das minhas roupas achei minha lista de projetos 2008 "pregadinha" no guarda-roupa. Percebi que não fiz uma lista 2009 e este, sem dúvida, foi UM GRANDE ano Então, tencionei que existem planos que carregamos durante anos, elaborando, reconduzindo para transforma-lo na possibilidade de uma realização. Já outros olhamos, mesmo que bem modeladinhos, não passam de vazios escusáveis. Ora, se em 2008 tudo era possibilidade e em 2009 veio a realidade, 2010 como seria? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analisando, dos 13 projetos 5 foram concluídos, 1 foi reformulado e resolvido, e 5 devem , ainda serem realizados, 2 completamente descartados. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que recolocarei a lista 2008 de volta ao guarda-roupa, afinal 5 realizações já são uma boa pedida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que venha 2010 de olhos bem vendados!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TIM TIM!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-8056472991176176843?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/8056472991176176843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=8056472991176176843&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/8056472991176176843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/8056472991176176843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2009/12/foto-getty-images-olhando-traz-das.html' title=''/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SzhjMvDVS_I/AAAAAAAAAmA/NNNav3Tz8fc/s72-c/86275066MOD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-8128602062688169522</id><published>2009-12-26T00:01:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T00:12:18.572-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SzV-2Hk1XTI/AAAAAAAAAlw/6sOwkiMjpjs/s1600-h/90873673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419377194821836082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SzV-2Hk1XTI/AAAAAAAAAlw/6sOwkiMjpjs/s400/90873673.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A peculiaridade do Natal me assombra e me encanta. Reencontro tantas pessoas inusitadas pelos corredores de shoppings, papelarias e farmácias. É como se o Natal fosse um transbordar que empurra as pessoas para fora de suas vidas e para dentro da coletividade. É tão mais fácil cumprimentar os conhecidos, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"FELIZ NATAL",&lt;/span&gt; traz tanta alegria e intimidade. Sorrisos e até sinceridade... pena que é um exercício curto de alegria, amor e coletividade. Mas, não tira a função e entusiasmo desta data que significa tão mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FELIZ NATAL&lt;/span&gt; a todos os passantes. Mas um ano dividindo canções dos meus dias!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-8128602062688169522?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/8128602062688169522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=8128602062688169522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/8128602062688169522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/8128602062688169522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2009/12/peculiaridade-do-natal-me-assombra-e-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SzV-2Hk1XTI/AAAAAAAAAlw/6sOwkiMjpjs/s72-c/90873673.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-2633884201855292316</id><published>2009-12-10T23:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T00:10:37.129-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Origens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SyG39Gj8FnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/EPyEH7nwD_o/s1600-h/56358984mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413810487437301362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SyG39Gj8FnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/EPyEH7nwD_o/s400/56358984mod.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No ar que eu respiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto prazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ser quem em sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De estar onde estou..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rita Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa "bossa" rock and roll vem zanzando de mansinho os últimos ajustes de guitarras, frouxo o couro da zabumba. Sei que esta banda já está formada. Com ela percebo uma grande jornada onde ainda se pisa devagarinho ... cuidem-se passarinhos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/22625506-2633884201855292316?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/2633884201855292316/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=2633884201855292316&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/2633884201855292316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/2633884201855292316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2009/12/origens.html' title='Origens'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SyG39Gj8FnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/EPyEH7nwD_o/s72-c/56358984mod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-7879492599256427478</id><published>2009-11-29T21:25:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:32:14.973-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SxMgHldpr4I/AAAAAAAAAlg/wEj3i3FN1gc/s1600/90607991mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409702892089749378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SxMgHldpr4I/AAAAAAAAAlg/wEj3i3FN1gc/s400/90607991mod.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Toda pedra no caminho você pode retirar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toda flor que tem espinho você pode se arranhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se o bem e o mal existem você pode escolher...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É preciso saber viver..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Viver uma novidade inventada é como recomeçar a tomar um velho vinho. Você reconhece o tipo, preserva a doçura, procura não provar da ressaca e deseja embriagar-se lentamente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo novo de novo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-7879492599256427478?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/7879492599256427478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=7879492599256427478&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/7879492599256427478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/7879492599256427478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2009/11/toda-pedra-no-caminho-voce-pode-retirar.html' title=''/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SxMgHldpr4I/AAAAAAAAAlg/wEj3i3FN1gc/s72-c/90607991mod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-20615009844073388</id><published>2009-11-26T16:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T17:02:29.042-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/Sw7ekZVu4iI/AAAAAAAAAlY/1gvpyjTZ8bU/s1600/blog+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408504919377240610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/Sw7ekZVu4iI/AAAAAAAAAlY/1gvpyjTZ8bU/s400/blog+9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ouve-me. Ouve o meu silêncio. O que falo nunca é o que falo e sim outra coisa. Capta essa outra coisa de que na verdade falo porque eu mesmo não posso."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clarisse Lispector&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E na tentativa de acerto, o erro? É possível.&lt;br /&gt;Como o &lt;strong&gt;não&lt;/strong&gt; pode ter vezes de &lt;strong&gt;sim,&lt;/strong&gt; porque não se esconder na espera do encontro?&lt;br /&gt;Para que perder um tempo que não temos?&lt;br /&gt;Passos à frente e atrás, acredito que tudo é caminho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-20615009844073388?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/20615009844073388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=20615009844073388&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/20615009844073388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/20615009844073388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2009/11/ouve-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/Sw7ekZVu4iI/AAAAAAAAAlY/1gvpyjTZ8bU/s72-c/blog+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-1840759773644018634</id><published>2009-11-19T23:52:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T00:11:47.859-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Equilíbrio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SwYIsdTQdkI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WoCb2-NU-oQ/s1600/blog+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406017962577524290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SwYIsdTQdkI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WoCb2-NU-oQ/s400/blog+6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Novembro já traz o gostinho de "está acabando". 2009 passou voando, mas foi um ano incrível e promete uma virada ainda mais repleta de sonhos e realizações. Pois é, hoje o post é otimista, traz consigo ternura, descobertas, encanto. Durante muito tempo achei que a vida era feita de grandes realizações e planejamentos. Entendo, hoje, que é um alinhavar de pequenas canduras. E essa percepção do essencial, traz o caminho do meio. Nem acredito que, hoje, nos encontramos, finalmente!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"As pessoas falam coisas, e por traz do que falam há o que sentem, e por traz do que sentem, há o que são e nem sempre se mostra."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu&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/22625506-1840759773644018634?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/1840759773644018634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=1840759773644018634&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/1840759773644018634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/1840759773644018634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2009/11/equilibrio.html' title='Equilíbrio'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SwYIsdTQdkI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WoCb2-NU-oQ/s72-c/blog+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-5478516543269750061</id><published>2009-11-19T00:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T00:17:51.724-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SwS4rMrhBUI/AAAAAAAAAlA/pWiR0qRSSp0/s1600/blog.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405648505029068098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SwS4rMrhBUI/AAAAAAAAAlA/pWiR0qRSSp0/s400/blog.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"É tão bom ter alguém por perto&lt;br /&gt;Pra você se sentir completo&lt;br /&gt;Ter a mão que te leva pro futuro&lt;br /&gt;Vislumbrando um horizonte seguro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;É tão bom viajarmos juntos&lt;br /&gt;E viver aproveitando tudo&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã vai ser melhor que hoje&lt;br /&gt;Novos sonhos ao amanhecer &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Imagino milhões de sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;Cada um com seu jeito de ser&lt;br /&gt;Mas ligados no mesmo destino&lt;br /&gt;Um amor feito eu e você&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;O céu e o mar, a lua e a estrela&lt;br /&gt;O branco e o preto, tudo se completa de algum jeito&lt;br /&gt;Homem, mulher&lt;br /&gt;A faca e o queijo, o incerto e o perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se completa de algum jeito"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ivete Sangalo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-5478516543269750061?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/5478516543269750061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=5478516543269750061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/5478516543269750061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/5478516543269750061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-tao-bom-ter-alguem-por-perto-pra-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SwS4rMrhBUI/AAAAAAAAAlA/pWiR0qRSSp0/s72-c/blog.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-1337741541551104462</id><published>2009-10-31T09:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T09:19:28.017-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SuwrJjbJEtI/AAAAAAAAAkw/JsfAZytdMrM/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 373px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398737496438280914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SuwrJjbJEtI/AAAAAAAAAkw/JsfAZytdMrM/s400/blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A vida é o dever que nós trouxemos para fazer em casa.&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, já são seis horas!&lt;br /&gt;Quando de vê, já é sexta-feira!&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, já é natal...&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, já terminou o ano...&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê perdemos o amor da nossa vida.&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê passaram 50 anos!&lt;br /&gt;Agora é tarde demais para ser reprovado...&lt;br /&gt;Se me fosse dado um dia, outra oportunidade, eu nem olhava o relógio.&lt;br /&gt;Seguiria sempre em frente e iria jogando pelo caminho a casca dourada e inútil das horas...&lt;br /&gt;Seguraria o amor que está a minha frente e diria que eu o amo...&lt;br /&gt;E tem mais: não deixe de fazer algo de que gosta devido à falta de tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe de ter pessoas ao seu lado por puro medo de ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;A única falta que terá será a desse tempo que, infelizmente, nunca mais voltará.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mário Quintana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-1337741541551104462?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/1337741541551104462/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=1337741541551104462&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/1337741541551104462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/1337741541551104462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-time.html' title='Last Time'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SuwrJjbJEtI/AAAAAAAAAkw/JsfAZytdMrM/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-7132970761581906254</id><published>2009-10-25T11:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T11:34:25.956-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SuRhtfDK56I/AAAAAAAAAko/Vup6kWSDvo4/s1600-h/89988596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396545687553501090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SuRhtfDK56I/AAAAAAAAAko/Vup6kWSDvo4/s400/89988596.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GettyImages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Quem começa um caminho pelo fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Perde a glória do aplauso na chegada..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Simone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A primeira colherada com fome, a primeira aula depois das férias. O primeiro mergulho com calor, o primeiro gole com sede... Algumas vezes, o começo faz toda diferença no caminhar.&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/22625506-7132970761581906254?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/7132970761581906254/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=7132970761581906254&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/7132970761581906254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/7132970761581906254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2009/10/gettyimages-quem-comeca-um-caminho-pelo.html' title=''/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SuRhtfDK56I/AAAAAAAAAko/Vup6kWSDvo4/s72-c/89988596.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-5355507398219702988</id><published>2009-10-04T17:05:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T22:23:53.221-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Doroty pós moderna = Aline a série!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SsvtLPOkcJI/AAAAAAAAAkg/k1gWDL2ZLAQ/s1600-h/donaella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389662156400914578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SsvtLPOkcJI/AAAAAAAAAkg/k1gWDL2ZLAQ/s400/donaella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" A tarde talvez fosse azul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não houvesse tantos desejos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há muito os olhos foram despertos pelos pensamentos latejantes da noite anterior. Uma sensação estranha de ter esquecido as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sandálias &lt;/span&gt;em algum lugar, de ter perdido o juízo no momento em que resolveu aceitar estar "naquele" lugar. Ao ver a fila quilométrica que se fazia para entrar; tudo dizia em letreiro neon: NÃO VAI SER LEGAL. Mas, essa mania terrível de tentar, só mais esta vez. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saltos vermelhos&lt;/span&gt;, short branco, blusa preta com bordas de oncinha (pois é, agora usa oncinha, mas em escala ainda imperceptível, poderiam ser bolinhas). Assim que o portão se abre, areia fofa e o arrependimento daquela &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sandália&lt;/span&gt; linda, vermelha, agarrada ao tornozelo delineando as pernas. Entra areia, agonia, tenta correr, o que poderia ser pior?! PEDRINHAS, a segunda etapa do caminho eram PEDRINHAS de jardim, um suplício. Olha para um lado e para o outro, avista um amigo, o que aliás lhe faria companhia a noite inteira, percebendo inclusive a letargia de encontros fatídicos e escusáveis... Antes tivesse prestado atenção no letreiro: NÃO VAI SER LEGAL. Tudo muito evitável. Músicas desconhecidas, apesar de perceber que a boca de todos se moviam e ainda balançavam seus corpos em sintonia com a harmonia da banda, pois é, tinha banda. Mas, ela não é feita de bandas e sim de inteiras partes desconexas dela mesma. Resolveu entrar no clima, olhares trocados, mãos que sempre querem chegar artreiras, mas seu rosto sisudo expulsa as tentativas. Olha, se arrepende, muita gente, muito escuro, pouco chão, sobrando vontade de estar em terra firme, em segurança. Fazia muito tempo que essa sensações não pousara em seu peito. Gosto amargo. Conseguiu uma brecha 2:30 de estar em casa, deitou, olhou para os pés, pretos, borrados, incompatíveis. As &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sandálias&lt;/span&gt;? Estas deveriam ter sido esquecidas em casa, como todo o resto do seu corpo&lt;/em&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/22625506-5355507398219702988?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/5355507398219702988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=5355507398219702988&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/5355507398219702988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/5355507398219702988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2009/10/doroty-pos-moderna-aline-serie.html' title='Doroty pós moderna = Aline a série!'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SsvtLPOkcJI/AAAAAAAAAkg/k1gWDL2ZLAQ/s72-c/donaella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-770138702977557334</id><published>2009-10-01T20:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T20:28:05.961-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SsU67oDyqOI/AAAAAAAAAkY/m_I2YnXUYOc/s1600-h/prisioneira+1000imagenstiagomartins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387777325258680546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SsU67oDyqOI/AAAAAAAAAkY/m_I2YnXUYOc/s400/prisioneira+1000imagenstiagomartins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nossas dúvidas são traidoras e&lt;br /&gt;nos fazem perder o que, com freqüência, poderíamos ganhar, por simples medo de&lt;br /&gt;arriscar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Willian Shakespeare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pedindo licença para não arriscar, já que arrisca-se SEMPRE. Pedindo passagem para realizar aquilo que a consciencia gritava desesperadamente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-770138702977557334?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/770138702977557334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=770138702977557334&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/770138702977557334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/770138702977557334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2009/10/nossas-duvidas-sao-traidoras-e-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SsU67oDyqOI/AAAAAAAAAkY/m_I2YnXUYOc/s72-c/prisioneira+1000imagenstiagomartins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-2449886328836478524</id><published>2009-09-06T11:22:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T16:03:54.244-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SqlNdRNc0CI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/D2lXiy7NjQ0/s1600-h/89652985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379916395102130210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SqlNdRNc0CI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/D2lXiy7NjQ0/s400/89652985.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Qualquer ideia que te agrade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por isso mesmo... é tua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O autor nada mais fez que vestir a verdade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que dentro em ti se achava inteiramente nua...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Mario_Quintana/"&gt;Mário &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Quintana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quantas pessoas nos observam ao longo do caminho buscando vestir-se ou despir-se baseado em nós. Uns olham porque querem ser diametralmente diferentes e outros tantos nos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;admiram,&lt;/span&gt; calados, buscando no nosso caminhar compassos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-2449886328836478524?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/2449886328836478524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=2449886328836478524&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/2449886328836478524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/2449886328836478524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2009/09/qualquer-ideia-que-te-agrade-por-isso.html' title=''/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SqlNdRNc0CI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/D2lXiy7NjQ0/s72-c/89652985.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-6369999242948597906</id><published>2009-08-19T16:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T18:13:20.339-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/Soxpmb0PbSI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Ld6QQte2KhY/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371784564568976674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/Soxpmb0PbSI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Ld6QQte2KhY/s400/blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Não, não, a verdade não! Deixai-me estas casas e esta gente;Assim mesmo, sem mais nada, estas casas e esta gente…Que abafo horrível e frio me toca em olhos fechados?Não os quero abrir de viver! Ó Verdade, esquece-te de mim! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pessoa.art.br/pessoa/?p=14" target="_self"&gt;Álvaro de Campos&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A verdade serve para muitas vicissitude, mas não para toda solução. Especialmente a verdade nunca imaginada, onde dela não se guardará nada, só rancor e mágoa. Quando queremos saber se o cabelo está bom, se o corte ficou legal a gente pergunta. Quando não temos nada para colocar de bom ao outro ... o silêncio faz-se amigo nessas horas, amigo, especialmente de quem o recebe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O mundo constrói-se de referenciais, então, até a verdade precisa dessa balísticas, o absolutismo ficou para trás há muitos anos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"...só o que for bom..." Lenine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijos queridos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-6369999242948597906?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/6369999242948597906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=6369999242948597906&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/6369999242948597906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/6369999242948597906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2009/08/nao-nao-verdade-nao-deixai-me-estas.html' title=''/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/Soxpmb0PbSI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Ld6QQte2KhY/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-1723097888964853583</id><published>2009-08-05T16:28:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T17:02:42.485-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SnnkQjeVrqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/D9l6rBtkg5o/s1600-h/ps-eu-te-amo-poster01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366571404040187554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 355px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SnnkQjeVrqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/D9l6rBtkg5o/s400/ps-eu-te-amo-poster01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; P.S EU TE AMO, há alguns anos assisti a esse filme, hoje, vendo uma lista dos filmes mais vistos deparei-me novamente com ele e percebo uma mudança, uma faísca, uma massa alterada. Os filmes de grande sucesso, estimados pelos amantes do romance e grandes histórias &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/Snnkvr5LvOI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Q8lnuWtJh9k/s1600-h/casamento-melhor-amigo-poster01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366571938876210402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/Snnkvr5LvOI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Q8lnuWtJh9k/s400/casamento-melhor-amigo-poster01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;de amor, preferiam os finais adocicados, com mocinho e mocinha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;juntinhos&lt;/span&gt;. De preferência com um bandido, àquele que passou o filme fazendo falcatruas, prezo ou morto tragicamente. Venho, de certo, com um amargo senso de percepção, mas uma constatação notória e real de que P.S. EU TE AMO e O CASAMENTO DO MEU MELHOR AMIGO arruínam um pouco esta percepção de único fim possível. Seria um mundo mais amargo ou um eu mais agre-doce? Talvez ambos, talvez apenas uma massificação de que a realidade corre por mais de um caminho. Todavia, a máxima dos dois filmes é que nem sempre os mocinhos precisam ficar juntos e talvez seja &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exatamente&lt;/span&gt; o contrário que fará seu crescimento pessoal, pois sua motivação não seria somente o amor. Pois, este é parte de nós, não um nós inteiramente enfeitados de corações piscando. Existe raiva, traição, apatia, comodismo, histerismo ou simplesmente um desentendimento entre os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gêneros&lt;/span&gt;... Simples, onde mais cedo ou mais tarde cada um vai perceber que foi melhor assim, ou viverá amargo. Decisões de cada um, caminhos e escolhas próprias. É hoje o dia está nublado, mas nublado não é ruim, é diferente, menos azul, menos ensolarado, mas mais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;intimista&lt;/span&gt; e próprio a reflexões, tão necessárias quanto o amor!!!&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/22625506-1723097888964853583?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/1723097888964853583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=1723097888964853583&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/1723097888964853583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/1723097888964853583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2009/08/p.html' title=''/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SnnkQjeVrqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/D9l6rBtkg5o/s72-c/ps-eu-te-amo-poster01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-2122719713449591373</id><published>2009-07-14T22:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:18:33.663-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/Sl08M8-xBPI/AAAAAAAAAjo/D8o--8SOQpc/s1600-h/getty10mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358505324866241778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/Sl08M8-xBPI/AAAAAAAAAjo/D8o--8SOQpc/s400/getty10mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assistindo &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Som e Fúria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, lendo Caio Fernando Abreu, me veio à cabeça o Destino. Fantasiamos, as vezes, sobre poderes mágicos, sobre voltar ao passado (mas até agora só o &lt;strong&gt;Super Man&lt;/strong&gt; conseguiu) ... Eu mudaria o destino? Porque o que me parece é que escolhemos e os segmentos se constituem sobre aquele grão de escolha. Como se, se esta escolha fosse diferente ou mudasse por um tom de gagueira, todo o resto desmoronaria. Será que hoje, eu estaria onde estou, será que o que é bom e está acontecendo existiria e os meus fantasmas sumiriam?!&lt;br /&gt;Concentração, amor, compreensão comigo também, com todas as minhas notas, com meus terríveis erros e escolhas cafonas ... só o que for bom!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-2122719713449591373?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/2122719713449591373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=2122719713449591373&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/2122719713449591373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/2122719713449591373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2009/07/assistindo-som-e-furia-lendo-caio.html' title=''/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/Sl08M8-xBPI/AAAAAAAAAjo/D8o--8SOQpc/s72-c/getty10mod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-3850635203394333533</id><published>2009-06-26T13:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T14:06:58.182-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SkT_-AIrCRI/AAAAAAAAAjg/sv_tSLSL75w/s1600-h/getty15mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351683697876338962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 374px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SkT_-AIrCRI/AAAAAAAAAjg/sv_tSLSL75w/s400/getty15mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;s.f. Movimento violento, impetuoso, do ser para o que ele deseja. / &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Objeto&lt;/span&gt; dessa afeição. / Predisposição para ou contra. / Arrebatamento, cólera. / Amor, afeição muito forte. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amizade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s.f. Afeição, estima, dedicação recíproca entre pessoas do mesmo sexo ou de sexo diferente: laços de amizade. / Amor. / Acordo: tratado de amizade. / Benevolência, favor, serviço: provas de amizade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;s.m. Sentimento de predisposição as pessoas a desejarem o bem de outrem, ou de alguma coisa. / Zelo, dedicação: trabalhar com amor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo muito misturado, significados que se aproximam e até se tocam, muitas vezes. Diante de palavras significa-se, em frente à sentimentos confundem-se.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom Final de semana e a viagem foi excelente em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;significância&lt;/span&gt;, adorei conhecer São Paulo (amor a primeira vista) e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Curitiba &lt;/span&gt;( quanta modernidade)! Obrigada pelos bons fluidos, foram sentido de lá, com certeza!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-3850635203394333533?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/3850635203394333533/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=3850635203394333533&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/3850635203394333533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/3850635203394333533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2009/06/paixao-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SkT_-AIrCRI/AAAAAAAAAjg/sv_tSLSL75w/s72-c/getty15mod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-8741326798753910308</id><published>2009-05-31T23:44:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:50:11.832-03:00</updated><title type='text'>1 minuto de silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SiShZiv0RyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/rB7YSlWV5GI/s1600-h/3429816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342572518164416290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SiShZiv0RyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/rB7YSlWV5GI/s400/3429816.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Tenho pensado se não guardarei indisfarçáveis remendos das muitas quedas, dos muitos toques, embora sempre os tenha evitado aprendi que minhas delicadezas nem sempre são suficientes para despertar a suavidade alheia..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Confesso a minha dificuldade de organização. Quando viajo necessito arrumar todos os dias a minha mala, porque acredito que minha bagunça não deve interferir no hábito das casas em que sou recebida. Reorganizar as coisas, ver as roupas que não serão mais vestidas, colocá-las ao fundo, organizar o que pesa mais, colocar invisível aos olhos. Viabilizar para que as peças úteis estejam próximas, quase como grandes amigas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reorganizar faz da bagagem mais necessária e menos pesada. Excluindo o que pesa, apesar da dor e do apego, optando pelo despojado e autêntico!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrando de férias, fazendo as malas ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-8741326798753910308?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/8741326798753910308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=8741326798753910308&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/8741326798753910308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/8741326798753910308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2009/05/1-minuto-de-silencio.html' title='1 minuto de silêncio'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SiShZiv0RyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/rB7YSlWV5GI/s72-c/3429816.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-3076563324248853490</id><published>2009-05-18T21:28:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:24:04.955-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/ShIAhXr4PtI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/unOX2p0lL7k/s1600-h/fatal-poster01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337329081681198802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/ShIAhXr4PtI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/unOX2p0lL7k/s400/fatal-poster01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Não pude deixar de dividir com vocês esse filme tão sensível que vi, hoje. FATAL, além do elenco fantástico, sobra boa poesia e arte, conversa de amor e tempo. Lembra-me um filme francês.&lt;br /&gt;Tempo de nascer tempo de morrer, tempo de plantar tempo de colher, tempo de pegar, tempo de largar... A linearidade está na condução, o velho está onde você quer o velho," a beleza está nos olhos de quem vê", já diz o subtítulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E viva a relatividade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-3076563324248853490?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/3076563324248853490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=3076563324248853490&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/3076563324248853490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/3076563324248853490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2009/05/nao-pude-deixar-de-dividir-com-voces.html' title=''/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/ShIAhXr4PtI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/unOX2p0lL7k/s72-c/fatal-poster01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-7081261677293732762</id><published>2009-04-30T20:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:25:24.132-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330644707680565954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SfpBHmEdusI/AAAAAAAAAjE/lShgczY4Zj4/s400/dani1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Se temos de esperar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;que seja para colher a semente boa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;que lançamos hoje no solo da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se for para semear, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;então que seja para produzir milhões de sorrisos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;de solidariedade e amizade."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cora Coralina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Cora me parece uma mulher vividíssima, curtida em vida sofrida e com dor se cresce mais. Mas, aí vem o coro dos descontentes, nós! Com casquinhas de feridas, tentando dançar sem machucar o pé ninguém e protegendo a pisada de quem quiser nos machucar! Caimos em nossas calçadas de cimento, corremos da chuvarada que quebra os asfaltos. Mas, é nesse dia a dia, nessa busca pequenina, em cada casquinha de ferida, que encontram-se as cicatrizes que cabe a cada um cuidar. Olhar de novo, vendo histórias diminutas da vida de cada com todo mundo, do mundo e nossas perninhas de formiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom feriado!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/22625506-7081261677293732762?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/7081261677293732762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=7081261677293732762&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/7081261677293732762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/7081261677293732762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2009/04/se-temos-de-esperar-que-seja-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SfpBHmEdusI/AAAAAAAAAjE/lShgczY4Zj4/s72-c/dani1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-9197665035198715779</id><published>2009-04-22T22:46:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:34:05.907-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que não sobra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/Se_TPKKR1ZI/AAAAAAAAAiY/_cISAJuXwKc/s1600-h/getty5mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327709141581550994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/Se_TPKKR1ZI/AAAAAAAAAiY/_cISAJuXwKc/s400/getty5mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;getty&lt;/span&gt; imagens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Quem não é um acaso na vida?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A hora da estrela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Clarisse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Retomando&lt;/span&gt; a passagem anterior (coisa que nunca fiz), pensei em pesos e medidas. A gente por buscar e acreditar que essa busca é para sempre feliz, certas vezes encontra-se com a medida e ainda se precisa infeliz. Mais eis que vem a medida e esta é difícil de pesar, a medida da felicidade que não deve sobrar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que não sobra e faz de você uma pessoa melhor, não é paixão, meu querido, é AMOR e amor na medida &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;exatinha&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-9197665035198715779?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/9197665035198715779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=9197665035198715779&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/9197665035198715779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/9197665035198715779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-que-nao-sobra.html' title='O que não sobra'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/Se_TPKKR1ZI/AAAAAAAAAiY/_cISAJuXwKc/s72-c/getty5mod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-2244169526444536797</id><published>2009-04-16T19:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:44:07.512-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/See0Yko419I/AAAAAAAAAiI/FehPdA5QFDA/s1600-h/marilyn+moroe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325423418633934802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/See0Yko419I/AAAAAAAAAiI/FehPdA5QFDA/s400/marilyn+moroe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Enquanto tiveres um desejo, terás uma razão para viver. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A satisfação é a morte."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/George_Bernard_Shaw/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;George Bernard Shaw&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desejo:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;# O esclarecimento de uma omissão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;# Um máquina de café expresso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;# Ler um livro inteiro, tenho 50 começados :/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;# Ganhar uma bota da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;arezzo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;# Uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;câmera&lt;/span&gt; nova&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;# Outra pós&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;# sete outros desejos!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hehehehehe&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;De leve!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muitos beijos em vocês&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/22625506-2244169526444536797?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/2244169526444536797/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=2244169526444536797&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/2244169526444536797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/2244169526444536797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2009/04/desejos.html' title='Desejos'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/See0Yko419I/AAAAAAAAAiI/FehPdA5QFDA/s72-c/marilyn+moroe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-7361485854081671766</id><published>2009-03-30T21:48:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:24:53.118-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Navegar é preciso se não a rotina de cansa..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SdFwRZ7EbWI/AAAAAAAAAiA/pXD41OAWsxA/s1600-h/pris%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319156079219993954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SdFwRZ7EbWI/AAAAAAAAAiA/pXD41OAWsxA/s400/pris%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.1000fotos.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;www.1000fotos.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Respeito muito o que me aconteço. Minha essência é inconsciente de si própria e é por isso que cegamente me obedeço." Clarice Lispector&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Precisando desse suspiro que fica entre a boca amordaçada e a alma aprisionada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Precisando de uma voz de silêncio em detrimento esta voz de prisão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que aprisiona, mais que cela é o pensamento encarcerado, mitificado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soltar-se, desembaraçar-se e por fim, desobrigar-se.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-7361485854081671766?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/7361485854081671766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=7361485854081671766&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/7361485854081671766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/7361485854081671766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2009/03/navegar-e-preciso-se-nao-rotina-de.html' title='&quot;Navegar é preciso se não a rotina de cansa...&quot;'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SdFwRZ7EbWI/AAAAAAAAAiA/pXD41OAWsxA/s72-c/pris%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-25837834214735836</id><published>2009-03-27T13:13:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T00:01:35.568-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cubótica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/Sc0BQZt_K6I/AAAAAAAAAhY/jlv6AwW-1rU/s1600-h/cubo_magico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317908116287728546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/Sc0BQZt_K6I/AAAAAAAAAhY/jlv6AwW-1rU/s400/cubo_magico.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;O Cubo Mágico é composto de uma estrutura que dá inveja a qualquer equipamento que possuam um mecanismo inteligente, complexo e funcional. Ele possui um conjunto de 26 peças presas a um eixo de seis pontas que fica na parte interna de sua carcaça. Essas peças são fixas graças ao encaixe que elas próprias possuem devido ao seu desenho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[...]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para que a solução seja alcançada é necessário conhecer todos os procedimentos de giros e rotações para que os movimentos sejam executados de maneira correta e assim não "estragando" o que já foi feito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/cubobrasil/conv..." rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.geocities.com/cubobrasil/conv...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Precisamos, certas e muitas vezes, entender o eixo, o mecanismo que rege a sequência que pretendemos ao longo do caminho. Muitos são as interfaces "estragadas" que vem para confundir, desajeitar, desalinhar o encanto desse cubo mágico cotidiano. Traçados inteligíveis, como uma psicografia. Facilmente, nos inebriamos pelo que não se consegue enxergar, pelo mistério das linhas inalcançáveis. Todavia, é de conhecido, é com intimidade que o coração acalma e a alma pede "bis".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" ...me dê de presente o seu 'bis' pro dia nascer feliz"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abraços carinhosos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-25837834214735836?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/25837834214735836/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=25837834214735836&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/25837834214735836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/25837834214735836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-cubo-magico-e-composto-de-uma.html' title='Cubótica'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/Sc0BQZt_K6I/AAAAAAAAAhY/jlv6AwW-1rU/s72-c/cubo_magico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-5658151259573428922</id><published>2009-03-18T00:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:45:21.943-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/ScBuQ7svWJI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/_NmnUXERKSY/s1600-h/blog.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314368797479491730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/ScBuQ7svWJI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/_NmnUXERKSY/s400/blog.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passando as mãos pelo rosto, vejo o esmalte vermelho há uma semana desfeito esperando a hora de se recompor. Esse tempo que não tenho e como gosto dos minutos ocupados, de reclamar do cansaço, de quase não chegar, de quase me desesperar com um trânsito de 45 minutos em minha cidade ainda tão pequena, tão centenária.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olhando para o esmalte, ainda intacto, percebo a força que dá não ter tempo para enfraquecer, descolorir ou desanimar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;beijo animado à todos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-5658151259573428922?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/5658151259573428922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=5658151259573428922&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/5658151259573428922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/5658151259573428922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2009/03/passando-as-maos-pelo-rosto-vejo-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/ScBuQ7svWJI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/_NmnUXERKSY/s72-c/blog.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-8456619109952205132</id><published>2009-03-11T20:16:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T20:36:01.941-03:00</updated><title type='text'>À Palpitar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SbhKSZoblKI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Gn-Fsd1zQ2o/s1600-h/curioso-caso-de-benjamin-button-poster01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312077440462066850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SbhKSZoblKI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Gn-Fsd1zQ2o/s400/curioso-caso-de-benjamin-button-poster01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheguei do cinema à pouco. O filme era: " &lt;strong&gt;O Curioso Caso de Benjamin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Button&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ". Nem sei quais foram os três &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;oscars&lt;/span&gt; que ganhou, mas, de cara, eu daria o de fotografia!!!! O &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Brad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;está fabuloso como um bebê. E a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ideia&lt;/span&gt;, nossa a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ideia&lt;/span&gt; é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fantástica&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Recomendadíssimo&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em dado momento me perguntei: será que vale mais à pena um amor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;morninho&lt;/span&gt; e para sempre ou um grande amor seja o tempo que for?! E vocês, o que acham?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Beijosssss&lt;/span&gt; cantarolados!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;=]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-8456619109952205132?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/8456619109952205132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=8456619109952205132&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/8456619109952205132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/8456619109952205132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2009/03/palpitar.html' title='À Palpitar'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SbhKSZoblKI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Gn-Fsd1zQ2o/s72-c/curioso-caso-de-benjamin-button-poster01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-7072882971289058477</id><published>2009-03-03T22:58:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:34:25.088-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/Sa3mqf9RohI/AAAAAAAAAhA/1rY0xnPMVfw/s1600-h/dsc07357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309153153547084306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/Sa3mqf9RohI/AAAAAAAAAhA/1rY0xnPMVfw/s400/dsc07357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estava ali, na minha frente que nem pedra ao lado da água(água que fura, que fura). Essa pedra que nem de longe lembra a grande montanha tão desejada. Virou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pedrinha&lt;/span&gt;, mas que um dia foi pedra no caminho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não fez &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cócegas&lt;/span&gt;, também não rendeu gargalhada... um encontro de dois concretos. Sabe, desse encontros desnecessários, mas importante para que seja colocado uma pedra definitivamente nesse "era uma vez".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-7072882971289058477?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/7072882971289058477/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=7072882971289058477&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/7072882971289058477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/7072882971289058477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2009/03/estava-ali-na-minha-frente-que-nem.html' title=''/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/Sa3mqf9RohI/AAAAAAAAAhA/1rY0xnPMVfw/s72-c/dsc07357.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-3739958483426596744</id><published>2009-02-20T00:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T01:29:00.511-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SZ4xZov77FI/AAAAAAAAAg4/hbFuGXBUIYA/s1600-h/photography-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304731727593991250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SZ4xZov77FI/AAAAAAAAAg4/hbFuGXBUIYA/s400/photography-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AS INDAGAÇÕES: A resposta certa, não importa nada: o essencial é que&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as perguntas estejam certas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Mario_Quintana/"&gt;Mário Quintana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E por muito tempo persistimos em buscar aquilo que faz "modinha" em nossas cabeças. Queremos com data, com a cor certa, com a frase cinematograficamente articulada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ai se não parecerem com Tom Cruise ou Brad Pitty. Ai da sala, se não tiver a cor da pátina desejada desde a 8ª série. Seria muito pedir humildemente por uma secretária quase escrava e adoradora de você, que acredita mesmo que café seja um vínculo maternal. A resposta é sim ou não, a hora é a da nossa boca ... Mas é preciso perguntar de novo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A frase até vem, mas da boca do Benício Del Toro que com charme de quem te ama acima de todas as coisas e acredita e te convence de que pátina já saiu de moda. Mãe só existe uma e um belo dia acordamos para sentirmos uma saudade tão grande que o antigo costume de pedir a bênção lhe parece mesmo um último desejo! Já a secretária, essa , precisa ser competente e tão ocupada que o cafezinho acaba ficando para mais tarde!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;òtimo carnaval!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-3739958483426596744?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/3739958483426596744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=3739958483426596744&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/3739958483426596744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/3739958483426596744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-indagacoes-resposta-certa-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SZ4xZov77FI/AAAAAAAAAg4/hbFuGXBUIYA/s72-c/photography-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-6052195047557819869</id><published>2009-02-11T00:52:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T01:02:58.133-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Faltou açúcar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SZJNPN6aXPI/AAAAAAAAAgw/dE36shR7-aw/s1600-h/Ultima+profecia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301384635196529906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SZJNPN6aXPI/AAAAAAAAAgw/dE36shR7-aw/s400/Ultima+profecia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SZJMwAhLDbI/AAAAAAAAAgo/M6Gzl2TFjFc/s1600-h/rei-arthur08t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;foto-filme: &lt;em&gt;A última Profecia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sou como você me vê.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Posso ser leve como uma brisa ou forte como uma&lt;br /&gt;ventania,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Depende de quando e como você me vê passar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Clarice_Lispector/"&gt;Clarice&lt;br /&gt;Lispector&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E agora, sou tufão, arrasto junto as águas salgadas tudo quanto for possível levar. Desejando as doces águas de uma mente sem lembranças, pelo menos , não, as salgadas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:* doces e porquê, não?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-6052195047557819869?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/6052195047557819869/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=6052195047557819869&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/6052195047557819869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/6052195047557819869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2009/02/faltou-acucar.html' title='Faltou açúcar'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SZJNPN6aXPI/AAAAAAAAAgw/dE36shR7-aw/s72-c/Ultima+profecia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-5953019368480758725</id><published>2009-02-06T00:49:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T01:14:43.253-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SYu4nYK7ZJI/AAAAAAAAAgg/9rJXeeJxiCw/s1600-h/rouge1202812356_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299532373174215826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SYu4nYK7ZJI/AAAAAAAAAgg/9rJXeeJxiCw/s400/rouge1202812356_t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Liberdade é pouco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O que eu desejo ainda não tem nome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Perto do Coração Selvagem)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Clarice_Lispector/"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E essa capacidade humanizante de não perder-se aos instintos, de não despersonalizar, como diria Pessoa &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"... meu medo é me despersonalizar" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. À espera desse tempo divino, que é mais paciente que esse de nossos relógios. Sabemos, vai passar. contudo, a espera ainda é a pior parte dessa viagem, esse passar de paisagens tão iguais. Mato, mato, mato ... mas quando menos esperamos ... uma casinha e outra e uma igreja e pessoas e lá está toda vida socialmente esperada como ponto de segurança do conhecido, nós em nós, nós nos outros!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-5953019368480758725?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/5953019368480758725/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=5953019368480758725&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/5953019368480758725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/5953019368480758725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2009/02/liberdade-e-pouco.html' title=''/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SYu4nYK7ZJI/AAAAAAAAAgg/9rJXeeJxiCw/s72-c/rouge1202812356_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-6197837961888915929</id><published>2009-01-24T21:42:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:30:47.859-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SXvADxU0M2I/AAAAAAAAAgY/iop9HyAifeY/s1600-h/rouge+34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295036957916935010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SXvADxU0M2I/AAAAAAAAAgY/iop9HyAifeY/s320/rouge+34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para que pesar mais as fatalidades, banalidades também alimentam a alma. E lá vou eu, depois de um ano e meio de muita flacidez retornar a uma das práticas esportivas que não me dá prazer nenhum, mas retorno ao ego inestimável(rsrsrs...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem pensar muito tomei banho e vesti a malha. Sai procurando o tênis de caixa em caixa e nada, só um milhão de sandális em sua maioria rasteiras (pensei: quantos pés eu tenho??)e nada de tênis. Incentivo à mais, fui de malha e chinelo comprar um bem legal no shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De tenis novo e um ego enorme para inflar me matriculei na academia, sou a mais nova musculacionante da cidade! Saúde --&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que venham os frutos ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-6197837961888915929?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/6197837961888915929/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=6197837961888915929&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/6197837961888915929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/6197837961888915929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2009/01/para-que-pesar-mais-as-fatalidades.html' title=''/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SXvADxU0M2I/AAAAAAAAAgY/iop9HyAifeY/s72-c/rouge+34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-5075725247911697441</id><published>2009-01-21T13:25:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T00:24:46.690-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Levanta-te e anda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SXdOcqcmsNI/AAAAAAAAAf8/qAHLRqRCdjA/s1600-h/green2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293786141334876370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SXdOcqcmsNI/AAAAAAAAAf8/qAHLRqRCdjA/s320/green2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Abrindo um antigo caderno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;foi que eu descobri:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Antigamente eu era eterno."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Leminski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sendo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;redemoinho&lt;/span&gt; ou aquela &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;areiazinha&lt;/span&gt; que entope os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tubinhos&lt;/span&gt; da alegria, mesmo assim vale a pena. Diante dos desgastes e até das fatalidades(que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;emortecem&lt;/span&gt; , mas não matam), ainda assim, vale a pena. Apoiada ou escondida de qualquer ajuda, diante de Deus ou escondida da chuva, com sol escaldante, pesadelo adiante, ainda assim, há validade se fazer criatura!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beijos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-5075725247911697441?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/5075725247911697441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=5075725247911697441&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/5075725247911697441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/5075725247911697441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2009/01/levanta-te-e-anda.html' title='Levanta-te e anda'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SXdOcqcmsNI/AAAAAAAAAf8/qAHLRqRCdjA/s72-c/green2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-8075133804457192468</id><published>2009-01-06T00:03:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T00:22:37.444-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Modinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SWLOcMTNlBI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4mszaJFLi2I/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288015896219849746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SWLOcMTNlBI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4mszaJFLi2I/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esse ano me despi das tradições de reveillon, já que o ano é 2000 [inove], o jeito foi inovar: pés fincados na areia, nada de ondas puladas, nada de comidinhas da sorte ... mas o sorriso era saltitante como as ondas que não pulei, e pra que 7?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Tuas palavras antigas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;deixei-as todas, deixei-as,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;junto com as minhas cantigas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;desenhadas nas areias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tantos sóis e tantas luas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;brilharam sobre essas linhas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;das cantigas - que eram tuas - das palavras - que eram minhas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O mar, de língua sonora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sabe o presente e o passado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Canta o que é meu, vai-se embora:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que o resto é pouco e apagado."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cecília Meireles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-8075133804457192468?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/8075133804457192468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=8075133804457192468&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/8075133804457192468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/8075133804457192468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2009/01/modinha.html' title='Modinha'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SWLOcMTNlBI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4mszaJFLi2I/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-6180846508151893250</id><published>2008-12-29T00:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T01:51:13.871-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia de sempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SVhWzdwO2AI/AAAAAAAAAfM/jyDSDJvoRvo/s1600-h/1192343539_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285069604879521794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SVhWzdwO2AI/AAAAAAAAAfM/jyDSDJvoRvo/s320/1192343539_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Tão bom viver dia a dia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida assim, jamais cansa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver tão só de momentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como estas nuvens no céu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E só ganhar, toda a vida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inexperiência... esperança...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a rosa louca dos ventos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presa à copa do chapéu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca dês um nome a um rio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre é outro rio a passar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada jamais continua,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo vai recomeçar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E sem nenhuma lembrança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das outras vezes perdidas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atiro a rosa do sonho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas tuas mãos distraídas..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Mario_Quintana/"&gt;Mário &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Quintana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELIZ ANO NOVO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-6180846508151893250?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/6180846508151893250/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=6180846508151893250&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/6180846508151893250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/6180846508151893250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2008/12/dia-de-sempre.html' title='Dia de sempre'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SVhWzdwO2AI/AAAAAAAAAfM/jyDSDJvoRvo/s72-c/1192343539_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625506.post-4445363859212352661</id><published>2008-12-21T10:58:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T11:18:01.163-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Trigresa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SU5QEuBpJOI/AAAAAAAAAfE/YNsWR9Zy9OM/s1600-h/girlnq2+IMAGE+SHACK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282247454956791010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SU5QEuBpJOI/AAAAAAAAAfE/YNsWR9Zy9OM/s320/girlnq2+IMAGE+SHACK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SU5OO_-_k0I/AAAAAAAAAe8/QpV3-QU_Db0/s1600-h/girlnq2+IMAGE+SHACK.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fiz&lt;/span&gt; dois textos tristes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;como&lt;/span&gt; os três pratos de trigo para três tigres tristes ... há dias de tigre, de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tigresa&lt;/span&gt; triste, e apesar da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;majetesa&lt;/span&gt; da fera em cada um, ora o gato mia(rima pobre &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kkk&lt;/span&gt;). É é assim, "baixinho para não acordar os passarinhos" que venho trazer o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Zoológico&lt;/span&gt; em prosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prosa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lastimosa&lt;/span&gt;, mas orientada ao Bem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preferi guardar os textos, melhor aproveitar o dia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Eu escrevo sem esperança de que o que eu escrevo altere qualquer coisa. Não altera em nada... Porque no fundo a gente não está querendo alterar as coisas. A gente está querendo desabrochar de um modo ou de outro..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Clarice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625506-4445363859212352661?l=donaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/feeds/4445363859212352661/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625506&amp;postID=4445363859212352661&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/4445363859212352661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625506/posts/default/4445363859212352661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donaella.blogspot.com/2008/12/fiz-dois-textos-tristes-como-os-trs.html' title='Trigresa'/><author><name>Donaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07862116145743913837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GruC3W_7lwc/SU5QEuBpJOI/AAAAAAAAAfE/YNsWR9Zy9OM/s72-c/girlnq2+IMAGE+SHACK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
