<?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-4528947665548399926</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:33:42.503-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos</title><subtitle type='html'>Apenas...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dona Susuh!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10817406511652080156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gnPnurTGxL0/Tq9o2XPHxQI/AAAAAAAABJA/1aAIGBEcu8k/s220/8752.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4528947665548399926.post-4022717841846485840</id><published>2007-09-30T01:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T01:59:14.660-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempus Vernum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/Rv8sL74aknI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ZZhTEAZowWU/s1600-h/GEDC0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115856285280670322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/Rv8sL74aknI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ZZhTEAZowWU/s320/GEDC0143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Escutando agora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tempus Vernum * (Enya)  *&lt;br /&gt;Ergo, oceanus, maritimus * ergo, opacare, matutinus * ergo, septentrio, meridies * ergo, occidens et orientis *  * Ergo, oceanus, maritimus * opacare, matutinus * septentrio, meredines * occidens et orientis *  * Ergo, terra, stella, hiems et aestas, * ergo, autumnus et, tempus vernum, * ergo, radius solis, et umbra, * ignis, aqua, caelum, luna * terra, stella, hiems et aestas * autumnus et, tempus vernum... * tempus vernum.... * (Enya)  *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;May it be - * (Enya)  *&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; * May it be an evening star &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* Shines down upon you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* May it be when darkness falls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*  Your heart will be true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* You walk a lonely road &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* Oh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* How far are you are from home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* Mornie utúlien (darkness has come) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* Believe and you will find your way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* Mornie alantie (darkness has fallen) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* A promise lives within you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* May it be the shadows call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* Will fly away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* May it be your journey on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* To light the dayWhen the night is overcome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* You may rise to find the sun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* Mornie utúlien (darkness has come) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* Believe and you will find your way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* Mornie alantie (darkness has fallen) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* A promise lives within you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* A promise lives within you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4528947665548399926-4022717841846485840?l=flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4022717841846485840/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4528947665548399926&amp;postID=4022717841846485840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/4022717841846485840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/4022717841846485840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/2007/09/tempus-vernum.html' title='Tempus Vernum'/><author><name>Dona Susuh!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10817406511652080156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gnPnurTGxL0/Tq9o2XPHxQI/AAAAAAAABJA/1aAIGBEcu8k/s220/8752.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/Rv8sL74aknI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ZZhTEAZowWU/s72-c/GEDC0143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4528947665548399926.post-8328520508817584318</id><published>2007-09-30T00:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T00:22:02.150-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/Rv8VGb4akmI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZfMu-xKbA3Y/s1600-h/caxambu_54.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115830902023950946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/Rv8VGb4akmI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZfMu-xKbA3Y/s320/caxambu_54.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Putz, finalmente to em casa hoje. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou dormir na minha cama!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não parece mas faz uma falta danada o meu cantinho, meu computador, meus bichos de pelúcia, meus porta retratos e meu quarto totalmente colorido. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Semana que vem volto pra casa pra passar mais um tempo. Uns meses... assim eu estou sentindo. Meu feeling me diz que a Cidade Maravilhosa está me chamando pra fazer parte dela, pelo menos por um tempo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah, nesses últimos dois meses percebi que ainda vale a pena acreditar em pessoas. Mas infelizmente também percebi que algumas pessoas nascem com carater "triste". Algumas tem prazer em fazer sentir triste, em ficar alegre pela tristeza alheia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O bom é que, a vida me deu pessoas, que me fizeram alegre em momentos tristes, me fizeram sorrir e me mostraram o quanto eu tenho que crescer e amadurecer, e o quanto que eu tenho que me importar menos com algumas coisas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RELAXION SHIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha vida anda tão louca. Cada semana uma coisa diferente. Mas sabe que eu to gostando. A uma semana atrás eu estava em Caxambu a essa hora. Essa viagem foi muito boa. Caracas. Conheci gente abeça. Acre, Manaus, Paraná, Floripa, Sampa, Minas, ... e mais um monte de lugar, já posso dizer que conheço pelo menos uma pessoa em cada cantinho desse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiz trilha, curso, prova.&lt;br /&gt;Fiz amigos novos.&lt;br /&gt;Reencontrei amigos queridos.&lt;br /&gt;Dei risada e chorei de saudade dos amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Leivei um tombo de bunda num barranco e me sujei toda de lama. Adorei.&lt;br /&gt;Se for pra fazer, faço tudo de novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viajei sozinha pela primeira vez.&lt;br /&gt;Descubri que não sou uma companhia tão chata quanto eu pensava. hahahauja.&lt;br /&gt;Caminhei por ruas que nunca tinha passado...&lt;br /&gt;Voltei com baterias carregadas e muitas fotos para meu futuro livro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4528947665548399926-8328520508817584318?l=flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8328520508817584318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4528947665548399926&amp;postID=8328520508817584318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/8328520508817584318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/8328520508817584318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/2007/09/hi.html' title='Hi!'/><author><name>Dona Susuh!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10817406511652080156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gnPnurTGxL0/Tq9o2XPHxQI/AAAAAAAABJA/1aAIGBEcu8k/s220/8752.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/Rv8VGb4akmI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZfMu-xKbA3Y/s72-c/caxambu_54.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4528947665548399926.post-7632545032191006318</id><published>2007-09-16T23:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T23:47:57.099-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Return to Innocence - Enigma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/Ru3q0H5e7-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/8h7FKsUONi8/s1600-h/via_lactea_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110999333329629154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/Ru3q0H5e7-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/8h7FKsUONi8/s320/via_lactea_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love-Devotion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling-Emotion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't be afraid to be weak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't be too proud to be strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just look into your heart my friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That will be the return to yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The return to innocence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you want, then start to laugh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you must, then start to cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be yourself don't hide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just believe in destiny.&lt;/em&gt;&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;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't care what people say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just follow your own way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't give up and loose the chance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To return to innocence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's not the beginning of the end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's the return to yourse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lfThe return to innocence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/4528947665548399926-7632545032191006318?l=flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7632545032191006318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4528947665548399926&amp;postID=7632545032191006318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/7632545032191006318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/7632545032191006318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/2007/09/return-to-innocence-enigma.html' title='Return to Innocence - Enigma'/><author><name>Dona Susuh!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10817406511652080156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gnPnurTGxL0/Tq9o2XPHxQI/AAAAAAAABJA/1aAIGBEcu8k/s220/8752.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/Ru3q0H5e7-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/8h7FKsUONi8/s72-c/via_lactea_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4528947665548399926.post-5306479502592097598</id><published>2007-09-16T23:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T23:42:06.034-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Que a semana seja boa!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/Ru3pFn5e79I/AAAAAAAAAGY/rJ2k_v5Xnc0/s1600-h/32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110997434954084306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/Ru3pFn5e79I/AAAAAAAAAGY/rJ2k_v5Xnc0/s320/32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;METADE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que a força do medo que tenho não me impeça de ver o que anseioQue a morte de tudo em que acredito não me tape os ouvidos e a bocaPorque metade de mim é o que eu grito, a outra metade é silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Que a música que ouço ao longe seja linda ainda que tristeQue a pessoa que amo seja pra sempre amada mesmo que distantePorque metade de mim é partida, a outra metade é saudade.&lt;br /&gt;Que as palavras que falo não sejam ouvidas como prece nem repetidas com fervorApenas respeitadasComo a única coisa que resta a um homem inundado de sentimentosPorque metade de mim é o que ouço, a outra metade é o que calo.&lt;br /&gt;Que a minha vontade de ir embora se transforme na calma e paz que mereçoQue a tensão que me corrói por dentro seja um dia recompensadaPorque metade de mim é o que penso, a outra metade um vulcão.&lt;br /&gt;Que o medo da solidão se afasteE o convívio comigo mesmo se torne ao menos suportávelQue o espelho reflita meu rosto num doce sorriso que me lembro ter dado na infânciaPorque metade de mim é a lembrança do que fui, a outra metade não sei.&lt;br /&gt;Que não seja preciso mais do que uma simples alegria pra me fazer aquietar o espíritoE que o seu silêncio me fale cada vez maisPorque metade de mim é abrigo, a outra metade é cansaço.&lt;br /&gt;Que a arte me aponte uma resposta mesmo que ela mesma não saibaE que ninguém a tente complicar, pois é preciso simplicidade pra fazê-la florescerPorque metade de mim é platéia a outra metade é canção.&lt;br /&gt;Que a minha loucura seja perdoada porque metade de mim é amorE a outra metade também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(desconheço o autor - se souber me avise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo uma linda semana pra você, com muitas cores e poesia. Porque metade de mim é razão e a outra metade sentimento!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4528947665548399926-5306479502592097598?l=flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5306479502592097598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4528947665548399926&amp;postID=5306479502592097598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/5306479502592097598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/5306479502592097598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/2007/09/que-semana-seja-boa.html' title='Que a semana seja boa!!!!'/><author><name>Dona Susuh!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10817406511652080156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gnPnurTGxL0/Tq9o2XPHxQI/AAAAAAAABJA/1aAIGBEcu8k/s220/8752.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/Ru3pFn5e79I/AAAAAAAAAGY/rJ2k_v5Xnc0/s72-c/32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4528947665548399926.post-2870378857320660963</id><published>2007-08-10T14:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T14:34:57.255-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia bommmmmm!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RryhExXKC2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/gophQEzDJi0/s1600-h/silver_cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097125981618572130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RryhExXKC2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/gophQEzDJi0/s320/silver_cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acordei escutando uma voz que eu amo. Abri um sorriso daqueles. Fiquei escutando músicas agradáveis. Sim hoje é sexta-feira, 10 de agosto - FINALMENTE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acho q hoje pede um vinho de morango, alguns pedacinhos de queijo...&lt;/strong&gt;&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 align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje o dia está lindo e o que eu escuto agora é apenas a música que o vento esta fazendo lá fora. Algumas vezes a música é calma, outras vezes a música é bem alta porque o vento vem dançando entre as folhas das árvores, tão impetuoso que leva algumas folhas com ele. Mas de repente ele se acalma e fica cantando baixinho. Aves tentam cantar com o vento, parece uma competição... mas como os dois são bobos. Será que eles não percebem que quanto mais eles cantam mais eu gosto de ouvi-los cantar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Apenas cante para mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O sol está perfeiro, o céu azul anil com poucas nuvens, só para dar um charme. Ah, a praia deve estar linda.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Percebeu como meu humor está bom hoje?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Delícia: SEXTA-FEIRA, 10 de agosto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Se eu fosse uma gata, agora eu miava mas como sou onça... rsrsssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097126295151184754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RryhXBXKC3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/1AcQCMnxXN0/s320/desconfian%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4528947665548399926-2870378857320660963?l=flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2870378857320660963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4528947665548399926&amp;postID=2870378857320660963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/2870378857320660963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/2870378857320660963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/2007/08/dia-bommmmmm.html' title='Dia bommmmmm!!!'/><author><name>Dona Susuh!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10817406511652080156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gnPnurTGxL0/Tq9o2XPHxQI/AAAAAAAABJA/1aAIGBEcu8k/s220/8752.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RryhExXKC2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/gophQEzDJi0/s72-c/silver_cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4528947665548399926.post-2041175623488554820</id><published>2007-08-09T19:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T19:24:39.536-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um filme especial</title><content type='html'>Aquele filme inesquecível que estou assistindo agora: Um lugar chamado Nothing Hill. Apesar de já ter visto mais de 20 vezes ainda não me cansei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes queria que minha vida fosse um filme onde tudo pode ser simples e perfeito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She - Elvis Costello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She&lt;br /&gt;May be the face&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget.&lt;br /&gt;A trace of pleasure or regret&lt;br /&gt;May be my treasure or the price&lt;br /&gt;I have to pay.&lt;br /&gt;She may be the song that summer sings.&lt;br /&gt;May be the chill that autumn brings.&lt;br /&gt;May be a hundred different things&lt;br /&gt;Within the measure of a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SheMay be the beauty or the beast.&lt;br /&gt;May be the famine or the feast.&lt;br /&gt;May turn each day into a heaven or a hell.&lt;br /&gt;She may be the mirror of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;A smile reflected in a stream&lt;br /&gt;She may not be what she may seemInside her shell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She who always seems so happy in a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Whose eyes can be so private and so proud&lt;br /&gt;No one's allowed to see them when they cry.&lt;br /&gt;She may be the love that cannot hope to last&lt;br /&gt;May come to me from shadows of the past.&lt;br /&gt;That I'll remember till the day I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She&lt;br /&gt;May be the reason&lt;br /&gt;I survive&lt;br /&gt;The why and wherefore&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;The one&lt;br /&gt;I'll care for through the rough and ready years&lt;br /&gt;Me I'll take her laughter and her tears&lt;br /&gt;And make them all my souvenirs&lt;br /&gt;For where she goes&lt;br /&gt;I've got to beThe meaning of my life is&lt;br /&gt;She, she, she&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4528947665548399926-2041175623488554820?l=flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2041175623488554820/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4528947665548399926&amp;postID=2041175623488554820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/2041175623488554820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/2041175623488554820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/2007/08/um-filme-especial.html' title='Um filme especial'/><author><name>Dona Susuh!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10817406511652080156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gnPnurTGxL0/Tq9o2XPHxQI/AAAAAAAABJA/1aAIGBEcu8k/s220/8752.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4528947665548399926.post-5315291369355710357</id><published>2007-08-08T20:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T19:18:40.383-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ATENÇÃO</title><content type='html'>Às vezes é difícil manter o bom-humor e controlar a raiva. Hoje eu falhei, tenho que me manter em linha reta, sem desvios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4528947665548399926-5315291369355710357?l=flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5315291369355710357/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4528947665548399926&amp;postID=5315291369355710357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/5315291369355710357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/5315291369355710357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/2007/08/ateno.html' title='ATENÇÃO'/><author><name>Dona Susuh!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10817406511652080156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gnPnurTGxL0/Tq9o2XPHxQI/AAAAAAAABJA/1aAIGBEcu8k/s220/8752.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4528947665548399926.post-2780749588231322243</id><published>2007-08-07T03:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T03:26:34.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RrgQeRXKC0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/iaJnCoJ3hGU/s1600-h/fusÃ£o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095841090612366146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RrgQeRXKC0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/iaJnCoJ3hGU/s320/fus%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Someone Like You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van Morrison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've been searching a long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For someone exactly like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've been traveling all around the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Waiting for you to come through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Someone like you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Make it all worth while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Someone like you Keep me satisfied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Someone exactly like you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've been travellin' a hard road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Baby lookin' for someone exactly like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've been carryin' my heavy load&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Waiting for the light to come shining through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Someone like you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Make it all worth while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Someone like you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Make me satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Someone exactly like you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've been doin' some soul searching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To find out where you're at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've been up and down the highwayIn all kinds of foreign lands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Someone like you Make it all worth while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Someone like you Keep me satisfied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Someone exactly like youI've been all around the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Marching to the beat of a different drum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But just lately &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Baby the best is yet to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Someone like you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Make it all worth while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Someone like you Keep me satisfied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Someone exactly like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Someone exactly like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Someone exactly like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Best is yet to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ohhhhh the best is yet to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Someone exactly like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4528947665548399926-2780749588231322243?l=flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2780749588231322243/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4528947665548399926&amp;postID=2780749588231322243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/2780749588231322243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/2780749588231322243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/2007/08/saudades.html' title='Saudades'/><author><name>Dona Susuh!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10817406511652080156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gnPnurTGxL0/Tq9o2XPHxQI/AAAAAAAABJA/1aAIGBEcu8k/s220/8752.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RrgQeRXKC0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/iaJnCoJ3hGU/s72-c/fus%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4528947665548399926.post-7073369794938483766</id><published>2007-07-29T13:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T13:37:21.789-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De novo horóscopo? O que está acontecendo comigo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/Rqy_7RXKCzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/3JNAf9uy0MM/s1600-h/incognita03.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092656303642905394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/Rqy_7RXKCzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/3JNAf9uy0MM/s320/incognita03.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Esse desenho aqui em cima, fui eu que fiz, em um desses momentos maravilhosos que não se tem absolutamente nada pra se fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não. Habitualmente eu não sou de ler horóscopos. Mas me cadastrei num site pra fazer meu mapa astral e deixei marcada aquela opção de receber o horóscopo no meu email. O mais interessante e inexplicável é que esse horóscopo é muito danado mesmo. Normalmente ele acerta bastante. O de hoje, DE NOVO, me deixou um pouco surpresa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Uau!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Signo: Virgem&lt;br /&gt;Ascendente: Áries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29/07 (hoje) às 18h01 a 06/08 às 20h28&lt;br /&gt;Inteligência emocional&lt;br /&gt;Mercúrio em conjunção com Lua natal (Hein? Não entendo nunca essas coisas!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos próximos dias que vão de 29/07 (hoje) às 18h01 até 06/08 às 20h28, o planeta Mercúrio estará se aspectando harmoniosamente com a Lua do seu mapa de nascimento. Esta tende a ser uma fase bastante propícia para tomar decisões que se pautam tanto em processos racionais quanto em sua intuição. A sua percepção das coisas estará mais completa, e este aspecto favorece o entendimento, os estudos, os escritos e as trocas intelectuais. Você perceberá que está mais eloqüente do que o usual, e neste momento podem ocorrer muitas conversas e notícias de pessoas que há muito tempo você não via. O estímulo positivo de Mercúrio lhe permitirá compreender coisas que você antes não entendia muito bem, sobretudo no que diz respeito a acontecimentos passados que você não processou legal. Esta é uma fase de insights e de esclarecimentos, Flockinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Queria que tudo fosse como matémática: EXATO. Sem complicações, nem metáforas, nem nada que parecesse inexplicável. Mas o horóscopo ai em cima parece uma metáfora que eu já disse aqui: "Neblina com cheiro de manhã... " Que louco!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4528947665548399926-7073369794938483766?l=flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7073369794938483766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4528947665548399926&amp;postID=7073369794938483766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/7073369794938483766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/7073369794938483766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/2007/07/de-novo-horscopo-o-que-est-acontecendo.html' title='De novo horóscopo? O que está acontecendo comigo?'/><author><name>Dona Susuh!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10817406511652080156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gnPnurTGxL0/Tq9o2XPHxQI/AAAAAAAABJA/1aAIGBEcu8k/s220/8752.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/Rqy_7RXKCzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/3JNAf9uy0MM/s72-c/incognita03.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4528947665548399926.post-3399449045060192036</id><published>2007-07-28T18:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T19:31:17.840-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Horóscopo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RqvAihXKCyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/GgO6ayDZxkg/s1600-h/fases_da_lua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092375502976060194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RqvAihXKCyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/GgO6ayDZxkg/s320/fases_da_lua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Signo: Virgem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ascendente: Áries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;28/07 (hoje) às 14h59 a 30/07 às 22h10 Sol na casa 4, lua na casa 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lua Cheia, Suellen! Um dos fenômenos astronômicos mais bonitos que nos é permitido ver sem dificuldade, quando a Lua reflete a luz do astro-rei. E, neste momento que vai de 28/07 (hoje) às 14h59 a 30/07 às 22h10 , a oposição entre Sol e Lua atua sobre suas casas 4 e 10. A grande contradição aqui diz respeito ao fato de você estar numa fase mais recolhida, low profile, mas ao mesmo tempo seu emocional começa a te convocar pra agir mais no âmbito profissional. Como lidar com esta contradição? Não é difícil, se você entender que ainda não é o tempo de "estourar a boca do balão", no que diz respeito ao trabalho, mas que você mesmo assim pode fazer planos, traçar metas. Afinal, sonhar é preciso! Cuidado apenas com uma certa flutuação emocional por estes dias, evite tomar decisões importantes concernentes ao trabalho. Espere passar a fase de flutuação psicológica marcada pela Lua Cheia, afinal são só alguns dias!&lt;br /&gt;(fonte: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://horoscopo.ego.globo.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://horoscopo.ego.globo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Então que chegue logo o dia 30. Sobreviverei? rsss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Então escuta essa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://simple-plan.letras.terra.com.br/letras/100381/" target="_blank"&gt;Welcome To My Life&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://simple-plan.letras.terra.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;Simple Plan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Do you ever feel like breaking down?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel out of place?&lt;br /&gt;Like somehow you just don’t belong&lt;br /&gt;And no one understands you&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wanna run away?&lt;br /&gt;Do you lock yourself in your room?&lt;br /&gt;With the radio on turned up so loudAnd no one hears you screaming&lt;br /&gt;No you don’t know what it’s like&lt;br /&gt;When nothing feels all right&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know what it’s like to be like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked&lt;br /&gt;When you’re down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you’ve been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;When no one’s there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don’t know what it’s like&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be somebody else?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of felling so left out?&lt;br /&gt;Are you desperate to find something more&lt;br /&gt;Before your life is over?&lt;br /&gt;Are you stuck inside a world you hate?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of everyone around?&lt;br /&gt;With the big fake smiles and stupid lies&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside you're bleeding&lt;br /&gt;No you don’t know what it’s like&lt;br /&gt;When nothing feels all right&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know what it’s like to be like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurtTo feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kickedWhen you’re down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you’ve been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no one’s there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don’t know what it’s like&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever lies straight to your face&lt;br /&gt;And no one ever stabbed you in the back&lt;br /&gt;You might think I’m happy&lt;br /&gt;But I’m not gonna be okay&lt;br /&gt;Everybody always gave you what you wanted&lt;br /&gt;You never had to work it was always there&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know what it’s likeWhat it’s like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked&lt;br /&gt;When you’re down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you’ve been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;When no one’s there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don’t know what it’s like&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked&lt;br /&gt;When you’re down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you’ve been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;When no one’s there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don’t know what it’s like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ainda quer a tradução? Lá vai então.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bem-vindo à minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Você já sentiu como se fosse entrar em colapso?&lt;br /&gt;Você já se sentiu fora de lugar?&lt;br /&gt;Como se de alguma forma você não fosse daqui&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém te entendesse?&lt;br /&gt;Você já quis fugir?&lt;br /&gt;Você se tranca em seu quarto?&lt;br /&gt;Com o rádio ligado e o volume bem alto,&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém te ouve gritando?&lt;br /&gt;Não, você não sabe como é,&lt;br /&gt;Quando nada está bem,&lt;br /&gt;Você não sabe como é,&lt;br /&gt;Ser como eu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser machucado, sentir-se perdido,&lt;br /&gt;Ser abandonado no escuro,&lt;br /&gt;Ser chutado, quando você está no chão,&lt;br /&gt;Sentir como se você estivesse sendo chacoalhado&lt;br /&gt;Estar a beira de entrar em colapso,&lt;br /&gt;E não ter ninguém pra te salvar,&lt;br /&gt;Não, você não sabe como é,&lt;br /&gt;Bem-vindo à minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você quer ser outra pessoa?&lt;br /&gt;Você está cansado de se sentir deixado de lado?&lt;br /&gt;Você está desesperado para achar algo a mais,&lt;br /&gt;Antes que sua vida acabe?&lt;br /&gt;Você está cansado de todos ao seu redor, está preso em um mundo que você odeia?&lt;br /&gt;Você está cansado de todos a sua volta?&lt;br /&gt;Com os grandes sorrisos falsos e mentiras estúpidas,&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto bem no fundo você está sangrando?&lt;br /&gt;Não, você não sabe como é,&lt;br /&gt;Quando nada está bem,&lt;br /&gt;Você não sabe como é,&lt;br /&gt;Ser como eu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser machucado, sentir-se perdido,Ser abandonado no escuro,Ser chutado, quando você está no chão,Sentir como se você estivesse sendo chacoalhadoEstar a beira de entrar em colapso,E não ter ninguém pra te salvar,Não, você não sabe como é,Bem-vindo à minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém nunca mente direto na sua cara!&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém nunca te apunhala pelas costas!&lt;br /&gt;Você deve pensar que eu sou feliz,&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não vou ficar bem!&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo sempre te deu o que você quis!&lt;br /&gt;Você nunca teve que trabalhar, tudo estava sempre lá!&lt;br /&gt;Você não sabe como é (como é)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser machucado, sentir-se perdido,&lt;br /&gt;Ser abandonado no escuro,&lt;br /&gt;Ser chutado, quando você está no chão,&lt;br /&gt;Sentir como se você estivesse sendo chacoalhado&lt;br /&gt;Estar a beira de entrar em colapso,&lt;br /&gt;Quando ninguém está lá para te salvar,&lt;br /&gt;Não, você não sabe como é,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser machucado, sentir-se perdido,&lt;br /&gt;Ser abandonado no escuro,&lt;br /&gt;Ser chutado, quando você está no chão,&lt;br /&gt;Sentir como se você estivesse sendo chacoalhado&lt;br /&gt;Estar a beira de entrar em colapso,&lt;br /&gt;Quando ninguém está lá para te salvar,&lt;br /&gt;Não, você não sabe como é,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem-vindo à minha vida&lt;br /&gt;em-vindo à minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;Bem-vindo À minha vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;A vida às vezes é tão engraçada e cheia de surpresas. Às vezes releva segredos, revela cumplices. LOUCURA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Uma vez "li em algum lugar" que : "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;A neblina com cheiro de manhã é uma definição para pensamentos saudosos e/ou segredos." Não conheço bem o poeta que escreveu isso, quer dizer conheço um pouco. Me recordo às vezes do nome, o que não é o caso agora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Hoje me peguei rindo algumas vezes sobre um apelido que recebi na época da escola. Nossa, também lembrei de umas coisas que aconteceram na infância, na adolescência. Bons tempos, sem responsabilidades. Mas o tempo passa, agente cresce, a vida vai mudando, às vezes distanciando e ai... olhamos pra trás, fechamos os olhos e apenas recordações existem. O "Se" não é bom, mas quando é passado não dá pra mudar. Por isso, digo que a vida é hoje, é agora e se amanhã eu ainda estiver por aqui, será ótimo. E "Se"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4528947665548399926-3399449045060192036?l=flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3399449045060192036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4528947665548399926&amp;postID=3399449045060192036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/3399449045060192036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/3399449045060192036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/2007/07/horscopo.html' title='Horóscopo'/><author><name>Dona Susuh!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10817406511652080156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gnPnurTGxL0/Tq9o2XPHxQI/AAAAAAAABJA/1aAIGBEcu8k/s220/8752.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RqvAihXKCyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/GgO6ayDZxkg/s72-c/fases_da_lua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4528947665548399926.post-4728760564935934130</id><published>2007-07-28T06:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T06:30:54.213-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nem sempre as coisas são fáceis.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RqsMxBXKCxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/RW4Wldfu82Q/s1600-h/rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092177839991163666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RqsMxBXKCxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/RW4Wldfu82Q/s320/rosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem sempre a vida é poesia, mas ao escutar uma música vivencia-se poesia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://tania-mara.letras.terra.com.br/letras/865158/" target="_blank"&gt;Se Quiser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tania-mara.letras.terra.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;Tânia Mara&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se quiser fugir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra qualquer lugar que for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem precisa me chamar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tão perto que eu estou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas seu medo de perder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não te deixa me olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esqueça o que passou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que tudo vai mudar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora eu posso ser seu anjo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seus desejos sei de cor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pro bem e pro mal você me tem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não vai se sentir só, meu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Refrão]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre que quiser um beijo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu vou te dar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sua boca vai ter tanta sede de me tomar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se quiser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre que quiser ir as estrelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me dê a mão, deixa eu te levar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu penso te tocar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te falar coisas comuns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E poder te amar, o amor mais incomum&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;Não deixa o medo te impedir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De chegar perto de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que aconteceu, ontem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não vai mais repetir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E desde então estar contigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seus desejos sei de cor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pro bem e pro mal você me tem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não vai se sentir só, meu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se quiser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Refrão]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre que quiser um beijo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu vou te dar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sua boca vai ter tanta sede de me tomar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se quiser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre que quiser ir as estrelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me dê a mão, deixa eu te levar&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;Me deixa ser real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E te ajudar a ser feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque eu sou seu fogo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo que você quis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo que você quis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Refrão]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre que quiser um beijo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu vou te dar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sua boca vai ter tanta sede de me tomar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se quiser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre que quiser ir as estrelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me dê a mão, deixa eu te levar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Refrão]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre que quiser um beijo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu vou te dar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sua boca vai ter tanta sede de me tomar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se quiser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre que quiser ir as estrelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me dê a mão, deixa eu te levar.!&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/4528947665548399926-4728760564935934130?l=flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4728760564935934130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4528947665548399926&amp;postID=4728760564935934130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/4728760564935934130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/4728760564935934130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/2007/07/nem-sempre-as-coisas-so-fceis.html' title='Nem sempre as coisas são fáceis.'/><author><name>Dona Susuh!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10817406511652080156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gnPnurTGxL0/Tq9o2XPHxQI/AAAAAAAABJA/1aAIGBEcu8k/s220/8752.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RqsMxBXKCxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/RW4Wldfu82Q/s72-c/rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4528947665548399926.post-3507685009296292532</id><published>2007-07-25T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T02:14:22.495-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sozinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/Rqbb_BXKCwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/O6IFWQsLaK0/s1600-h/07-07-07_2038_07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090998304532728578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/Rqbb_BXKCwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/O6IFWQsLaK0/s320/07-07-07_2038_07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eu definitivamente - ODEIO!!! - ficar sozinha. Isso me deprime demais. Sinto falta do meu Lãzinho &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem, meu dia não tem tido lá muito sentido. A única coisa agradável que eu tenho feito é ir no Luz &amp; Esperança. Poxa... Sinto tanta falta da academia, dos amigos que fiz lá, dos meus alunos do pré-vestibular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Essa época de mudança na minha vida tá sendo uma loucura. Um monte de incertezas, de vontades, de medos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nossa, às vezes acho que não vou dar conta e que pode de repente dar tudo errado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sai pra lá, pensamento ruim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passeando ontem em Cabo Frio, vi esse gato, totalmente RELAX numa cadeira de praia. Achei a cena simplesmente maravilhosa. Peguei meu celular e sai fotografando o FELINO que começou a fazer dezenas de poses. Esse ai nasceu para ser ESTRELA.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090997780546718434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RqbbghXKCuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/rp4gdOGCmfE/s320/23-07-07_1434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090997909395737330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RqbboBXKCvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/xHCAcoY5hW0/s320/23-07-07_1435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090996603725679298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RqbacBXKCsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/zy3t_yxuLRA/s320/23-07-07_1441.jpg" border="0" /&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/4528947665548399926-3507685009296292532?l=flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3507685009296292532/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4528947665548399926&amp;postID=3507685009296292532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/3507685009296292532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/3507685009296292532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/2007/07/sozinha.html' title='Sozinha'/><author><name>Dona Susuh!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10817406511652080156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gnPnurTGxL0/Tq9o2XPHxQI/AAAAAAAABJA/1aAIGBEcu8k/s220/8752.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/Rqbb_BXKCwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/O6IFWQsLaK0/s72-c/07-07-07_2038_07.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4528947665548399926.post-2008453182676546577</id><published>2007-06-19T22:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T23:09:37.324-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Em Vitória no Espírito Santo</title><content type='html'>Não vou escrever q está sendo fácil, nem q estou gostando, estranho como pela primeira vez eu não gosta de uma viagem. Estou nesse ponto do mapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077961030966977026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RniKp0oQIgI/AAAAAAAAADk/HbKQoBdUB14/s320/vitoria-mapa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077959957225153010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RniJrUoQIfI/AAAAAAAAADc/3_1QfhGjvaQ/s320/mapaes.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visualizei essas paisagens:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077961928615141906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RniLeEoQIhI/AAAAAAAAADs/3LFjoMDx2_U/s320/ESvitoriaMRE225x195.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RniJcEoQIeI/AAAAAAAAADU/vV1KDULAMvs/s1600-h/img_oficina_geoadas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077959695232147938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RniJcEoQIeI/AAAAAAAAADU/vV1KDULAMvs/s320/img_oficina_geoadas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RniJN0oQIdI/AAAAAAAAADM/5MuifuY7Y1I/s1600-h/ilhadevitoria1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077959450419012050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RniJN0oQIdI/AAAAAAAAADM/5MuifuY7Y1I/s320/ilhadevitoria1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sem pessoas especiais nada tem graça Com problemas nada tem graça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem mais comentários e aguardando retornar pro meu aconchego.&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4528947665548399926-2008453182676546577?l=flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2008453182676546577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4528947665548399926&amp;postID=2008453182676546577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/2008453182676546577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/2008453182676546577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/2007/06/em-vitria-no-esprito-santo.html' title='Em Vitória no Espírito Santo'/><author><name>Dona Susuh!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10817406511652080156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gnPnurTGxL0/Tq9o2XPHxQI/AAAAAAAABJA/1aAIGBEcu8k/s220/8752.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RniKp0oQIgI/AAAAAAAAADk/HbKQoBdUB14/s72-c/vitoria-mapa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4528947665548399926.post-6008352219442946239</id><published>2007-06-13T05:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:48:46.210-03:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ Your Song♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/Rm-nzEoQIcI/AAAAAAAAADE/tn5koMrPqeI/s1600-h/ILoveU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075459800927576514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/Rm-nzEoQIcI/AAAAAAAAADE/tn5koMrPqeI/s320/ILoveU.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mesmo tudo não tendo saído como eu esperava, o dia não foi tão terrível. Confesso que teve uns momentos que me senti bem triste e até chorei, mas depois as coisas foram se ajeitando e pronto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075459152387514770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/Rm-nNUoQIZI/AAAAAAAAACs/zaqGgJPB6ow/s320/essaepracasar1_38.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Dia dos namorados e 8 anos de namoro merecem uma música especial, certo? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A escolhida está abaixo.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075458967703921026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/Rm-nCkoQIYI/AAAAAAAAACk/eY-XEaUKX8w/s320/1006243007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;strong&gt; Your Song♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075459384315748770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/Rm-na0oQIaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/OFAYcehmAb4/s320/5514594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My gift is my song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this one's for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you can tell everybody that this is your song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It may be quite simple but now that it's done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I put down in words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How wonderful life is now you're in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sat on the roof and I kicked off the moss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well some of these verses, well they, they got me quite cross&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the sun's been kind while &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wrote this songIt's for people like you that keep it turned on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So excuse me forgetting, but these things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I doYou see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway the thing is, what I really mean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you can tell everybody that this is your song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It may be quite simple but now that it's done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I put down in words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;How wonderful life is now you're in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nem sempre tudo será belo ou perfeito, mas a vida é assim: momentos felizes com pessoas especiais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075459603359080882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/Rm-nnkoQIbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/h_m4EkMT0k0/s320/pic22593.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4528947665548399926-6008352219442946239?l=flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6008352219442946239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4528947665548399926&amp;postID=6008352219442946239&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/6008352219442946239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/6008352219442946239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/2007/06/your-song.html' title='♥ Your Song♥'/><author><name>Dona Susuh!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10817406511652080156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gnPnurTGxL0/Tq9o2XPHxQI/AAAAAAAABJA/1aAIGBEcu8k/s220/8752.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/Rm-nzEoQIcI/AAAAAAAAADE/tn5koMrPqeI/s72-c/ILoveU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4528947665548399926.post-4455120969020997255</id><published>2007-06-12T01:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T03:16:42.249-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Decepção...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/Rm46QkoQIXI/AAAAAAAAACc/D-ItZRVCTxI/s1600-h/bear-triste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075057886477951346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/Rm46QkoQIXI/AAAAAAAAACc/D-ItZRVCTxI/s320/bear-triste.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabe quando se espera muito por algum dia especial?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esperei e pelo que tudo indica vai ser péssimo. Hoje fiquei tão decepcionada, triste... chorei muito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou acordada até essa hora... resultado da minha decepção e da tristeza que estou sentindo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem mais comentários.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4528947665548399926-4455120969020997255?l=flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4455120969020997255/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4528947665548399926&amp;postID=4455120969020997255&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/4455120969020997255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/4455120969020997255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/2007/06/decepo.html' title='Decepção...'/><author><name>Dona Susuh!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10817406511652080156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gnPnurTGxL0/Tq9o2XPHxQI/AAAAAAAABJA/1aAIGBEcu8k/s220/8752.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/Rm46QkoQIXI/AAAAAAAAACc/D-ItZRVCTxI/s72-c/bear-triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4528947665548399926.post-514079316210808982</id><published>2007-06-09T10:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T01:13:25.902-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Só isso hoje!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RmzL10oQIWI/AAAAAAAAACU/a8DiiFy11lQ/s1600-h/Tempestade+com+sol+da+minha+janela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074655005660684642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RmzL10oQIWI/AAAAAAAAACU/a8DiiFy11lQ/s320/Tempestade+com+sol+da+minha+janela.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"Não me dêem fórmulas certas, por que não espero acertar sempre. Não me mostrem o que esperam de mim, por que vou fazer o que me der na telha. Não me façam ser quem não sou. Não me convidem a ser igual, por que sinceramente sou diferente. Não sei amar pela metade. Não sei viver de mentira. Não sei voar de pés no chão. Sou sempre eu mesma, mas com certeza não serei a mesma para sempre... "&lt;/span&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/4528947665548399926-514079316210808982?l=flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/514079316210808982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4528947665548399926&amp;postID=514079316210808982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/514079316210808982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/514079316210808982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/2007/06/s-isso-hoje.html' title='Só isso hoje!'/><author><name>Dona Susuh!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10817406511652080156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gnPnurTGxL0/Tq9o2XPHxQI/AAAAAAAABJA/1aAIGBEcu8k/s220/8752.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RmzL10oQIWI/AAAAAAAAACU/a8DiiFy11lQ/s72-c/Tempestade+com+sol+da+minha+janela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4528947665548399926.post-6477786490173841680</id><published>2007-06-09T01:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:54:00.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Precisando muito: DORMIRRRRRRRRRRR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tapetes de Sal em Cabo Frio, feriado de Corpus Christi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RmotK0oQITI/AAAAAAAAAB8/EI_vZE-4j6E/s1600-h/Corpus_Christi_070607_06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073917594135699762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RmotK0oQITI/AAAAAAAAAB8/EI_vZE-4j6E/s320/Corpus_Christi_070607_06.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RmosiUoQISI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHXLytJvt9w/s1600-h/Corpus_Christi_070607_01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073916898350997794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RmosiUoQISI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZHXLytJvt9w/s320/Corpus_Christi_070607_01.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ontem para hoje dormi 3 horas, ontem foi a mesma coisa. Estou em um estado físico muito estranho. Uma mistura de cansaço, falta de memória e reflexos. Preciso urgente começar um tratamento pra essa insônia porque isso realmente está me prejudicando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ontem ver os tapetes de sal e depois fui na Feira Forte. Não podia comprar NADA. Gastei, o que não tinha. Mas os preços a 50% off é difícil de resistir... Cheguei em casa no pique e acabei indo durmir quase 5 hs da manhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hoje levantei as 8 horas. Às 9 hs decidi lavar roupa, depois arrumar o quarto e lavar a área de serviço e a área externa da casa. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sem noção.&lt;/span&gt; Terminei às 14:30. Foram &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;seis horas direto de exercício e eu nem senti.&lt;/span&gt; Às 15 hs eu tava no Bradesco (que eu odeio!!!!! Eita agência ruim!!) que pra variar estava lotada e só dois caixas automáticos funcionavam. Sai de lá 15:45 e corri pro outro banco pra depositar um dim dim e pagar duas contas. Sorte que encontrei minha cunhada &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;(gente ela emagreceu e está uma modelo! ai que inveja da determinação dela...)&lt;/span&gt; na fila do banco e ela fez os serviços pra mim. Fui pra academia e dei com as caras na porta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Enfim, cheguei em casa às 17. Fui dar uns conselhos pra minha mãe e ela veio com um caminhã de pedras em cima de mim. Nunca vi, não se pode dar conselho pra essa mulher. Resultado, ela começou a se alterar comigo e eu tentei não discutir com ela, mas escutei uns berrosssss!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Entrei P#t@ da vida no meu quarto, chorando, liguei o pc e estou aqui até agora. Ai que nervoso viu. É insônia, gastrite e compulsão, tudo junto.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073918032222363970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RmotkUoQIUI/AAAAAAAAACE/6QBAUt6qW50/s320/shapes.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sei lá o que é essa foto, acho que deve ser um daqueles teste de maluco, que te perguntam: "- O que você está vendo na figura?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acho que se eu fosse num psiquiatra ele me mandava ser internada (rssss - mas eu não estou bem mesmooooo! kkkk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou sem almoçar e jantar praticamente a semana toda. Essa semana foi tão terrível que eu fiquei com os nervos a flor da pele. Por isso a gastrite, a insônia...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sabe quando se está sentindo nervosismo. Eu estou assim direto! 24 hs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eita, que eu queria sair viajando agora. Ver muito verde, claro que com uma bela companhia do lado - meu amorrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073918878330921298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RmouVkoQIVI/AAAAAAAAACM/wD80LuUlkow/s320/sol_01.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida pra ser boa, deve ser dividida em etapas. Viva um dia de cada vez, pois cada minuto é único, por isso viva esse instante como se fosse o último!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bom fim de semana.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(E que eu consiga dormir pelo menos 8 horas...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4528947665548399926-6477786490173841680?l=flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6477786490173841680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4528947665548399926&amp;postID=6477786490173841680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/6477786490173841680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/6477786490173841680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/2007/06/precisando-muito-dormirrrrrrrrrrr.html' title='Precisando muito: DORMIRRRRRRRRRRR'/><author><name>Dona Susuh!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10817406511652080156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gnPnurTGxL0/Tq9o2XPHxQI/AAAAAAAABJA/1aAIGBEcu8k/s220/8752.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RmotK0oQITI/AAAAAAAAAB8/EI_vZE-4j6E/s72-c/Corpus_Christi_070607_06.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4528947665548399926.post-6944091148794052031</id><published>2007-06-08T04:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T01:11:43.130-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha cabeça não pára de raciocinar!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://elba-ramalho.letras.terra.com.br/letras/101760/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chão de Giz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://elba-ramalho.letras.terra.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Elba Ramalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu desço dessa solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Espalho coisas sobre um chão de giz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Há meros devaneios tolos a me torturar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fotografias recortadas em jornais de folhas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Amiúde…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu vou te jogar num pano de guardar confetes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu vou te jogar num pano de guardar confetes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Disparo balas de canhão é inútil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pois existe um Grão-Vizir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Há tantas violetas velhas sem um colibri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Queria usar quem sabe uma camisa de força&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ou de Vênus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mas não vou gozar de nós apenas um cigarro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nem vou lhe beijar gastando assim o meu batom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Agora pego um caminhão na lona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vou a nocaute outra vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pra sempre fui acorrentado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No seu calcanhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Meus vinte anos de “boy”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That’s over baby! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Freud explica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não vou me sujar fumando apenas um cigarro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nem vou lhe beijar gastando assim o meu batom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quanto ao pano dos confetes já passou o meu carnaval&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E isso explica porque o sexo é assunto popular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No mais estou indo embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No mais estou indo embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei lá o que se passa na minha cabeça a essa hora da madrugada. Estou preocupada, nervosa e até com medo. Minha cabeça não pára um minuto de pensar. Queria realmente poder saber meditar e relaxar a mente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nossa!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando parece que tudo está ÓTIMO sempre acontece alguma coisa pra estragar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deus ajuda!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073590656930160914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RmkD0koQIRI/AAAAAAAAABs/g8kp0nU7kG8/s320/dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4528947665548399926-6944091148794052031?l=flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6944091148794052031/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4528947665548399926&amp;postID=6944091148794052031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/6944091148794052031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/6944091148794052031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/2007/06/minha-cabea-no-pra-de-raciocinar.html' title='Minha cabeça não pára de raciocinar!!!'/><author><name>Dona Susuh!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10817406511652080156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gnPnurTGxL0/Tq9o2XPHxQI/AAAAAAAABJA/1aAIGBEcu8k/s220/8752.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RmkD0koQIRI/AAAAAAAAABs/g8kp0nU7kG8/s72-c/dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4528947665548399926.post-2750214301048212213</id><published>2007-06-05T01:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T03:14:38.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Em casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RmT88koQIQI/AAAAAAAAABk/bTZeyRgE9Tk/s1600-h/candle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072457197880877314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RmT88koQIQI/AAAAAAAAABk/bTZeyRgE9Tk/s320/candle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabe aquele dia que realmente se deseja ficar em casa? Assim fiz hoje. Eu, em casa. (De novo!) Não!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi um dia bom. Apesar de eu ter esquecido de comprar o selo do jornal Extra, pela minha opção de ficar em casa e só dar conta disso à noite, depois que todas as bancas de jornais deveriam estar fechadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outro fato do dia, foi que o pai da minha vizinha morreu. Não recordo o nome dele agora, mas era um velhinho muito simpático e até onde eu sei foi boa pessoa. Desejo luz e evolução pra ele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje eu tenho um outro olhar quando o assunto é a morte. Sei que trás dor e que nos acostumamos, aos poucos, com ela. Sei que é inevitável, e um dia serei eu a conhecê-la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072455625922846962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RmT7hEoQIPI/AAAAAAAAABc/aozyN-4NOxc/s320/rosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei que tenho que fazer o bem agora, por que não sei o que virá a seguir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei que magoei pessoas por isso pedi perdão as que tive oportunidade e gostaria de pedir perdão as que ainda não tive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei que cada momento na vida é único. Por isso apreciar uma paisagem, uma planta, um animal, o sol, a lua e as estrela, o céu azul ou nublado, o dia claro de sol e nebuloso de chuva... apreciar o sorriso da minha mãe, compreender as dificuldades do meu irmão e tentar fazê-lo sorrir, apreciar a voz do meu amor e seus belos olhos castanhos, apreciar os olhares dos meus alunos, a fisionomia das pessoas, ... apreciar meus cães e dar atenção à eles afinal são anjos em minha vida. Tudo isso, são momentos preciosos que nunca podem ser desperdiçados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tenho e gostaria de fazer muita coisa:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria dizer &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EU TE AMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; com mais facilidade às pessoas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria poder abraçar mais minha mãe e meu irmão. E escutar palavras doces da boca deles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria conhecer o mundo. Viajar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria dar mais atenção aos meus cães.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria passar mais tempo com meus parentes distantes e poder conhecê-los melhor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria poder ensinar tudo o que sei aos meus alunos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria poder ensinar o mundo a ver como a natureza é bela e como é importante para nós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria ir a Galápagos, Fernando de Noronha, Trindade, Ubatuba, New York e São Francisco, Nova Zelândia, Índia, Grécia, Rússia, África, Cuba, Antartida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria conhecer profundamente e vivenciar palavras: amor, caridade, amizade, ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria ver a um mundo sem guerras, violências, ignorância, hiprocrizia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria ter uma moto e sair viajando...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria ter um carro e viajar acompanhada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria ter uma van e viajar com mais pessoas queridas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria ter mais momentos especias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria tantas coisas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já plantei uma árvore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciso escrever um livro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já encontrei um amor inesquecível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciso ter um filho.&lt;br /&gt;Já chorei de tristeza, de alegria e de saudade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciso pedir mais perdão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agradeço a tudo o que Deus já me deu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivo cada dia, pois sei que são únicos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hoje senti saudade do meu amor. Imaginei o mar, o céu azul e ele lá longe de mim.Saudade é um sentimento que às vezes maltrada e quase sempre vem acompanhado de carência, melancolia e uma certa tristeza. Mas também vem com esperança e espera. Também lembrei de momentos felizes, dele me contando piadas, dele sorrindo, do seu perfume e isso foi me trazendo felicidade pois lembrar dele me faz bem e daqui a 10 dias ele volta pra casa.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hoje conversei por horas com minha mãe e isso foi tão importante pra mim. Não pelos assuntos, mas por poder estar do lado dela. Fiquei feliz por ter olhos, para poder visualizar a beleza de minha mãe. Às vezes eu acho que não a conheço tanto quanto eu queria conhecê-la e que ela não me conhece como eu gostaria. Peço a Deus tempo e oportunidades.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hoje também dei uns conselhos pro meu irmão e de certa forma ele desabafou um problema e tristeza dela comigo. Fiquei feliz por poder ter audição e voz nessa hora. Hoje ele também recolheu minha roupa no varal, pegou o pão em cima da geladeira pra mim, e até fez piada com bolinho de bacalhau. E eu pude ver meu irmão sorrir. Meu irmão que eu já vi chorar, já vi no hospital, já esteve imobilizado e dependente... Hoje é um HOMEM, saudável, belo, forte, com bons princípios e tem um dos sorrisos mais lindos do mundo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fico feliz quando vejo minha mãe, meu amor e meu irmão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todos os dias, quando converso com Deus, ele sempre escuta sobre essas três pessoas em especial: Alan, Luann e Nadir. É impossível falar de amor sem falar deles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas o que isso tem a ver com a morte?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem um dia ela virá, isso é inevitável e espero que eu possa ter dito muitos "eu te amo", também que as pessoas que eu magoei tenham me perdoado, que lembrem de mim como uma boa pessoa e que no último segundo da minha vida eu consiga sorrir, lembrando de bons momentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assim, a morte por causas naturais do pai da minha vizinha não foi motivo de tristeza. Foi causa natural de uma vida. Inevitável! Lembrarei dele pelo caráter, pelo jeito calmo. Pelas boas atitudes. Por isso não senti tristeza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei que existe algo mais, algo além...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072455462714089698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RmT7XkoQIOI/AAAAAAAAABU/vo5AmRcavYs/s320/eclipse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4528947665548399926-2750214301048212213?l=flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2750214301048212213/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4528947665548399926&amp;postID=2750214301048212213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/2750214301048212213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/2750214301048212213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/2007/06/em-casa.html' title='Em casa'/><author><name>Dona Susuh!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10817406511652080156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gnPnurTGxL0/Tq9o2XPHxQI/AAAAAAAABJA/1aAIGBEcu8k/s220/8752.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RmT88koQIQI/AAAAAAAAABk/bTZeyRgE9Tk/s72-c/candle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4528947665548399926.post-8836159918508475238</id><published>2007-06-04T02:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T01:10:51.391-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Media Player para relaxar e tentar dormir.(just relax, just relax)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RmOlQNMc8bI/AAAAAAAAABE/2iWMkD9lwVc/s1600-h/mediaplayer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072079303187689906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RmOlQNMc8bI/AAAAAAAAABE/2iWMkD9lwVc/s320/mediaplayer.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RmOk-dMc8aI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HZ3iBRMlqMA/s1600-h/mediaplayer.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://enigma.letras.terra.com.br/letras/12922/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Return To Innocence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enigma.letras.terra.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enigma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love-Devotion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling-Emotion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't be afraid to be weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't be too proud to be strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just look into your heart my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That will be the return to yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The return to innocence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you want, then start to laughIf you must, then start to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be yourself don't hideJust believe in destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't care what people sayJust follow your own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't give up and loose the chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To return to innocence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's not the beginning of the end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hat's the return to yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The return to innocence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TRADUÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"O retorno á inocência"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Amor ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;devoção ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sentimento ... emoção...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não tenha medo por ser fraco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não tenha tanto orgulho por ser forte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Apenas olhe dentro de seu coração, meu amigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Esse será o retorno a você mesmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;O retorno à inocência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Se você quer, então comece a rir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Se você deve, então comece a chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Seja você mesmo não se esconda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Apenas acredite no destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não se importe com o que os outros dizem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Apenas siga seu próprio caminho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não desista e use a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Para retornar à inocência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Esse não é o começo do fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Esse é o retorno a você mesmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;O retorno à inocência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ligando o Media Player, mais de 3 horas de músicas programadas. Vou dormir ouvindo música. Meu vício...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora escuto RETURN TO INNOCENCE de Enigma... pra relaxar e meditar um pouquinho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não quero mais uma noite de insônia. Amanhã será um dia corrido.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Semana vai ser difícil...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomara que a sorte se faça presente nesses dias próximos. Também queria poder ver uns amigos mais felizes. Não fico bem sabendo que alguns amigos estão passando por fazes difíceis. Mas é passageiro galera. FORÇA!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apesar de já ter colocado no Orkut, gostaria de colocar a mensagem pros meus amigos aqui também. Queridos, leiam e reflitam. Entreguem-se aos designos de Deus. &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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;SE o sofrimento bateu à sua porta, não se desespere: são bem-aventurado os que choram, porque serão consolados.O sofrimento parece a todos um mal, a dor apavora...Mas, quando aprendemos que a dor é uma libertação que nos devolve a paz ao espírito, passamos a julgá-la menos dolorosa.Para que sua dor doa menos, aprenda a conformar-se com ela, porque ela representa sua libertação.MINUTOS DE SABEDORIA, 117.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072082228060418498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RmOn6dMc8cI/AAAAAAAAABM/T9J3ePOCHGo/s320/Serra_da_Canastra_01.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A foto é da Serra da Canastra. Lindo não acham?!?! Mentalizem a paisagem durante a semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mais uma musiquinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://corinne-bailey-rae.letras.terra.com.br/letras/485755/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Put Your Records On&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://corinne-bailey-rae.letras.terra.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corinne Bailey Rae&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three little birds, sat on my window&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And they told me I don't need to worry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer came like cinnamon ,so sweet,Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe sometimes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We’ve got it wrong, but it's alright.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The more things seem to change,the more they stay the same.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, don't you hesitate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl, put your records on,tell me your favorite song.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope you get your dreams.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blue as the sky,sunburnt and lonely.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sipping tea in the bar by the road side.(just relax, just relax)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't you let those other boys fool you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gotta love that afro hairdo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe sometimes,we feel afraid, but it's alright.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The more you stay the same,the more they seem to change.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't you think it's strange?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl, put your records on,tell me your favorite song.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope you get your dreams.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just more than I could take,pity for pity's sake.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some nights kept me awake,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought that I was stronger.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you gonna realize,that you don't even have to try any longer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do what you want to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl, put your records on,tell me your favorite song.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You go ahead, let your hair down.(go let your hair down)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope you get your dreams.(hope get your dreams)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just go ahead, let your hair down. (Baby, let your hair down)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl, put your records on,tell me your favorite song.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans, (Sapphire and faded jeans)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope you get your dreams.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRADUÇÃO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coloque Seu Som Para Tocar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Três passarinhos pousaram na minha janela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E me disseram que não preciso me preocupar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O verão chegou feito canela, tão doce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Garotinhas pulam corda no concreto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez algumas vezes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cometemos erros, mas tudo bem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quanto mais as coisas parecem mudar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais elas continuam as mesmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, não hesiteGarota, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coloque seu som para tocar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me diga sua canção preferida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vá em frente, solte seu cabelos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Safira e jeans desbotado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espero que alcance seus sonhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apenas vá em frente, solte seus cabelos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você se encontrará em algum lugar, de alguma maneira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Azul como o céu, queimada de sol e sozinha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bebendo chá, no bar da estrada(apenas relaxe, apenas relaxe)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não deixe aqueles outros garotos te enganarem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tem que amar aquele penteado afro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez algumas vezesNós sentimos medo, mas tudo bem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quanto mais você continua a mesma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais eles parecem mudar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você não acha isso estranho?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Garota, coloque seu som para tocar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me diga sua canção preferida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vá em frente, solte seu cabelos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Safira e jeans desbotado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espero que alcance seus sonhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apenas vá em frente, solte seus cabelos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você se encontrará em algum lugar, de alguma maneira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apenas mais do que eu poderia aguentar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Compaixão pelo bem da compaixão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Algumas noites não consegui dormir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Achei que eu fosse mais forte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando você vai perceber&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que você não precisa mais tentar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faça o que você quiserGarota, coloque seu som para tocar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e diga sua canção preferida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vá em frente, solte seu cabelos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Safira e jeans desbotado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espero que alcance seus sonhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apenas vá em frente, solte seus cabelos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Garota, coloque seu som para tocar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me diga sua canção preferida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vá em frente, solte seu cabelos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Safira e jeans desbotado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espero que alcance seus sonhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apenas vá em frente, solte seus cabelos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, você se encontrará em algum lugar, de alguma maneira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4528947665548399926-8836159918508475238?l=flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8836159918508475238/comments/default' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gnPnurTGxL0/Tq9o2XPHxQI/AAAAAAAABJA/1aAIGBEcu8k/s220/8752.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RmOlQNMc8bI/AAAAAAAAABE/2iWMkD9lwVc/s72-c/mediaplayer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4528947665548399926.post-8333252899964450281</id><published>2007-06-03T16:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T01:05:49.536-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Relax... mas só um pouquinho.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fui dormir eram quase oito horas da manhã. às 10:30 meu relógio despertou e acordei. Li meus emails, passei pelo orkut. Mami veio me chamar para ir com ela no churrasco do deputado Alair Corrêa (do RJ). Sinceramente que essa não é minha praia. Churrasco. Primeiro que não como carne vermelha, depois que ia ter gente demais e ainda estava chovendo... Putz, eu ir?? É ruim hien! Fui na Casa&amp;Vídeo que está em liquidação. Minha mãe deu dinheiro pra eu comprar um telefone sem fio pra mim, como presente dela. Nossa, como eu queria um telefone sem fio a tanto tempo... Tb comprei dois baldes, uma lata de Sprite, uma barra de Talento (não podia, mas fraquejei!!!) e dois potinhos de trident canela pastilhas (olha só o vício!). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois fui de carro, ouvindo música, até a praia do Forte pra fazer hora, caso minha mãe quisesse carona e nada! Fui no mercado... e nada! Aí eu resolvi voltar pra casa e não esperar mais. Sei lá cadê ela, não atende o celular... e o meu irmão tá lá em cabof procurando ela.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem, mais um dia de domingo está quase acabando e amanhã é dia de branco... para os que trabalham kkkkkk rs rs kkkkk Sorte deles!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071966092144734594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RmM-SdMc8YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CM_PLamRync/s320/coisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sei lá que foto é essa. Esses dia navegando em algum blog, salvei no meu pc. Achei tão... sei lá o que que eu achei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Estou escutando agora no mídia player:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chitaozinho-e-xororo.letras.terra.com.br/letras/105427/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sinônimos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://chitaozinho-e-xororo.letras.terra.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chitãozinho e Xororó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quanto o tempo o coração, leva pra saber&lt;br /&gt;Que o sinônimo de amar é sofrer&lt;br /&gt;No aroma de amores pode haver espinhos&lt;br /&gt;É como ter mulheres e milhões, e ser sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Na solidão de casa, descansar&lt;br /&gt;O sentido da vida, encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Quem pode dizer onde a felicidade está&lt;br /&gt;O amor é feito de paixões&lt;br /&gt;E quando perde a razão&lt;br /&gt;Não sabe quem vai machucar&lt;br /&gt;Quem ama nunca sente medo&lt;br /&gt;De contar o seu segredo&lt;br /&gt;Sinônimo de amor é amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quem revelará o mistério que tem a fé&lt;br /&gt;E quantos segredos traz o coração de uma mulher&lt;br /&gt;Como é triste a tristeza mendigando um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Um cego procurando a luz na imensidão do paraíso&lt;br /&gt;Quem tem amor na vida, tem sorte&lt;br /&gt;Quem na fraqueza sabe ser bem mais forte&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém sabe dizer onde a felicidade está&lt;br /&gt;O amor é feito de paixões&lt;br /&gt;E quando perde a razão&lt;br /&gt;Não sabe quem vai machucar&lt;br /&gt;Quem ama nunca sente medo&lt;br /&gt;De contar o seu segredo&lt;br /&gt;Sinônimo de amor é amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O amor é feito de paixões&lt;br /&gt;E quando perde a razão&lt;br /&gt;Não sabe quem vai machucar&lt;br /&gt;Quem ama nunca sente medo&lt;br /&gt;De contar o seu segredoSinônimo de amor é amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quem revelará o mistério que tem a fé&lt;br /&gt;E quantos segredos traz o coração de uma mulher&lt;br /&gt;Como é triste a tristeza mendigando um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Um cego procurando a luz na imensidão do paraíso&lt;br /&gt;Quem tem amor na vida, tem sorte&lt;br /&gt;Quem na fraqueza sabe ser bem mais forte&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém sabe dizer onde a felicidade está&lt;br /&gt;O amor é feito de paixões&lt;br /&gt;E quando perde a razão&lt;br /&gt;Não sabe quem vai machucar&lt;br /&gt;Quem ama nunca sente medo&lt;br /&gt;De contar o seu segredoSinônino de amor é amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071968188088775058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RmNAMdMc8ZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SWq_MSd68CI/s320/148030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Essa música é poesia pura. Sempre ouvia mas nunca escutava. Esses dias baixei da internet por engano e quando prestei atenção na letra fiquei apaixonada. Confesso que ainda não canto a música inteira "de cor" mas chego lá.&lt;br /&gt;Essa múscia tb é boa para aumentar minha FOSSA e minha SAUDADE, e minha CARÊNCIA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ainda faltam 15 dias...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4528947665548399926-8333252899964450281?l=flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8333252899964450281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4528947665548399926&amp;postID=8333252899964450281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/8333252899964450281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/8333252899964450281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/2007/06/relax-mas-s-um-pouquinho.html' title='Relax... mas só um pouquinho.'/><author><name>Dona Susuh!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10817406511652080156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gnPnurTGxL0/Tq9o2XPHxQI/AAAAAAAABJA/1aAIGBEcu8k/s220/8752.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RmM-SdMc8YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CM_PLamRync/s72-c/coisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4528947665548399926.post-5462469303356399870</id><published>2007-06-03T06:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T01:05:06.485-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma noite de insônia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RmKN4NMc8XI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4TLy5v28T1I/s1600-h/lua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071772127126679922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RmKN4NMc8XI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4TLy5v28T1I/s320/lua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; A lua já se foi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É terrível a sensação de não ter sono. Do seu corpo estar cansado e mesmo assim não conseguir dormir. São quase sete horas da manhã do domingo 03/06/07, e estou aqui acordada a quase 24 horas. Já vi minha família ir dormir e daqui a pouco todos estarão acordando. Não sei o que fazer... Acho que vou procurar um neurologista ou sei lá qual especialidade, que me faça dormir...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071771448521847138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RmKNQtMc8WI/AAAAAAAAAAc/DV7oYtUCbCs/s320/sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O sol já nasceu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bem pelo menos parece que a chuva que cai há uma semana vai dar uma trégua neste domingo. Amanheceu com um bela neblina e normalmente isso indica sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Então que venha o domingo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4528947665548399926-5462469303356399870?l=flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5462469303356399870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4528947665548399926&amp;postID=5462469303356399870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/5462469303356399870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/5462469303356399870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/2007/06/mais-uma-noite-de-insnia.html' title='Mais uma noite de insônia'/><author><name>Dona Susuh!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10817406511652080156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gnPnurTGxL0/Tq9o2XPHxQI/AAAAAAAABJA/1aAIGBEcu8k/s220/8752.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RmKN4NMc8XI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4TLy5v28T1I/s72-c/lua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4528947665548399926.post-2718762760614278801</id><published>2007-06-03T04:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T01:03:04.842-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sei lá o que isso vai dar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Já tive um monte de blogs. Tenho alguns outros blogs. De todos, 2 eu acho que ainda estão vivos mas eu publico semanalmente, MESMO, minhas notícias em apenas um (que não vou dar o endereço, porque tem um monte de desabafos escritos e se meus amigos e parentes descobrem vai ser um Deus nos acuda).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Pois é... mais um blog. Tomara que viva bastante. rsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vamos as apresentações:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flockinho, 23 anos, primaveras em 03 de setembro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RmJuPtMc8UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dphlV8CyX5U/s1600-h/simbol-bio.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071737346481516866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RmJuPtMc8UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dphlV8CyX5U/s320/simbol-bio.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bióloga - apaixonada pela vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professora - faço com paixão e como eu queria que tivessem feito comigo rsrs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pesquisadora - caramujo africano, &lt;em&gt;Achatina fulica&lt;/em&gt;. Molusco exótico que figura nas listas de pragas agrícolas, urbanas e além de tudo ainda pode oferecer risco a saúde pública por ser um POSSÍVEL transmissor de vermes do gênero &lt;em&gt;Angiostrongylus&lt;/em&gt;, causando angiostrongilíase.Defeito: falo muito, escrevo muito, leio muito, gesticulo muito, ..., muito: impulsiva, nervosa, perfeccionista.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho: insônia, gastrite. Sou míope e adoro usar óculos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vontades: Voltar ao curso de inglês e espanhol. Aprender italiano, alemão e francês.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sofro por amor, sou ciumenta, possessiva e odeio ficar sozinha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo cachorros!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A internet tem se tornado um vício, principalmente como válvula de escape da solidão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faço e/ou tento fazer reeducação alimentar. Mas quem inventou o chocolate não foi pro céu!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No momento sou uma semi-desempregada pois o que eu ganho R$ é tão ridículo que não posso considerar "estar empregada".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sempre me amam ou me odeiam. Não existe meio termo. Também como o gênio que eu tenho!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho poucos AMIGOS, muitos conhecidos e alguns fãs invejosos que adoram comentar minha vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gosto de artes marciais e academia. Adoro Body Combat e Power Jump. Detesto musculação, mas faço porque é um mal necessário. Amo natação mas nunca sobra tempo pra voltar, além de que só tem criancinhas fazendo aula de natação por aqui... Nenhuma turma de adultos. E pagar o clube só pra ir nadar não tá dando... R$ R$ R$&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dia venço meu medo e faço um curso de mergulho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adoro dirigir ouvindo música, é quase uma terapia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo o MAR. Sentar em frente ao mar é minha terapia favorita.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou dependente de MP3 e computador. Já planejo meu pen drive e meu notebook. Acho que vai facilitar muito minha vida daqui pra frente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me visto da forma mais confortável possível. Por isso não espere me ver de salto alto e vestido, a não ser que seja uma ocasião MUITO especial ou eu queira impressionar alguém.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nunca faço apenas uma coisa. Faço várias ao mesmo tempo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho compulsão por um monte de coisas: livros, revistas, roupas, desodorantes, mochilas, bonés, cartões telefônicos (quase nada!!!) e comida é claro!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou tentando seguir o Kardecismo ou espiritismo para alguns. Realmente tenho conseguido mudar algumas formas de pensar e agir e um dia SEREI UMA PESSOA MELHOR - EVOLUIDA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não consigo ficar sem celular e garrafinha de água.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo dia tenho que tomar achocolatado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RmJurdMc8VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jKVab5ZHPnw/s1600-h/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071737823222886738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RmJurdMc8VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jKVab5ZHPnw/s320/flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deu pra perceber que normal eu não sou, não foi????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas me diga: - QUEM É NORMAL????????????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4528947665548399926-2718762760614278801?l=flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2718762760614278801/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4528947665548399926&amp;postID=2718762760614278801&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/2718762760614278801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528947665548399926/posts/default/2718762760614278801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockinhopensamentos.blogspot.com/2007/06/sei-l-o-que-isso-vai-dar.html' title='Sei lá o que isso vai dar...'/><author><name>Dona Susuh!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10817406511652080156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gnPnurTGxL0/Tq9o2XPHxQI/AAAAAAAABJA/1aAIGBEcu8k/s220/8752.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k7iV4RXmLuo/RmJuPtMc8UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dphlV8CyX5U/s72-c/simbol-bio.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
