<?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-2679602537226023504</id><updated>2012-01-17T22:25:25.891-03:00</updated><category term='férias'/><title type='text'>Libexprosema!</title><subtitle type='html'>Palavras com ou sem coerência! =)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>May Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15641879685418126209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SsN2bybbMpI/AAAAAAAAASg/_gxKa9WJzmY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+mas200918.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679602537226023504.post-4231078985975713236</id><published>2011-10-28T00:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T00:01:54.933-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidratação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Então.... Na verdade eu nem consegui bem organizar minhas ideias pra escrever direitinho... Mas eu achei que realmente deveria escrever, por isso a demora, I'm Sorry Jessiquinha... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Outro dia, tava observando minha pele enquanto passava hidratante (pra quem me conhece sabe que esse não é um hábito muito comum pra mim, tenho muita preguicinha pra algumas coisas, apesar de ter, quase sempre, lapsos de perua... acho que são resquícios do meu tempo rock'n roll) geralmente minha pele é bem seca, por causa da genética, eu acho...&lt;br /&gt;E só fui passar o hidratante porquê senti muito áspera minha pele, daí passei tudinho direitinho, senti melhor. Mas depois de um tempo, fui fazer algumas coisas na cozinha e quando voltei a sentir meu braço, lá vem aspereza novamente... Foi daí que percebi o que realmente importa nessas letrinhas misturadas que tô escrevendo aqui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Percebi que não adianta a pele estar hidratada, perfumada, macia, se as mãos que a tocam estão ásperas, calejadas, elas sempre vão sentir aspereza, daí sempre antes de hidratar meus braços, preciso hidratar minhas mãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Percebi ainda que as coisas são assim também com as pessoas e seus relacionamentos... Muitas vezes, achamos a outra áspera, rude, sem ao menos estarmos "hidratadas". Deixamos passar por nossas vidas pessoas, oportunidades que poderiam ser boas, como tocar em nossa pele macia (não é, meninas?) por estarmos ásperas e nem sequer tentar hidratar as mãos pra tocar naquela oportunidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sei bem do que falo por ter passado muito tempo com as mãos ásperas me recusando a hidratá-las. Há algum tempo decidi andar com uma porção extra de hidratante comigo, garanto a vocês que tenho sido mais feliz por poder tocar em tantas coisas que julgava áspero, sendo macias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Pensando e tentando me manter hidratada, acho que posso aproveitar melhor meu mundo e meus momentos, minha família, meus amigos, até meus cachorros.. haha&lt;br /&gt;
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O Resultado de tudo é que penso que nem sempre as pessoas ou situações são ruins, mas nós é que não estamos preparadas pra elas. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"O amor e a caridade&lt;br /&gt;Nos aclaram a visão;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Não demonstro ter bondade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Se condeno meu irmão.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;O julgar é falta grave,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Não condiz com nossa fé;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Comparado com a trave,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Um argueiro pouco é."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;(Eliza R. Snow - A Verdade é Nosso Guia)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-&amp;gt; Juro que não sei se entenderam, mas eu precisava postar! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2679602537226023504-4231078985975713236?l=mayharasunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4231078985975713236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679602537226023504&amp;postID=4231078985975713236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/4231078985975713236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/4231078985975713236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/2011/10/hidratacao.html' title='Hidratação'/><author><name>May Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15641879685418126209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SsN2bybbMpI/AAAAAAAAASg/_gxKa9WJzmY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+mas200918.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5J9xCxroZI/TqoarRZLtGI/AAAAAAAAAdA/yxV59534Y24/s72-c/M%25C3%2583OS-MACIAS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679602537226023504.post-2444669588287876435</id><published>2011-09-28T00:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T00:30:44.752-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu já quis salvar o mundo... e acho que muita gente também já o quis...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu já quis ser super herói, ser uma multiprofissional pra saber de tudo...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Já quis ter o amor mais perfeito, os amigos mais perfeitos, a vida mais perfeita...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Já quis ser hippie e ganhar a vida cantando e tocando as músicas que eu gosto por aí....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Já quis ser adulta antes da hora...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Já quis tanto que acho que acabaram minhas listas de quereres...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Já quiseram e querem tanto por mim que nem sei mais se preciso querer...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não entendia que não precisava ser perfeito,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nem que precisava ser igual,&lt;br /&gt;Nem que precisava fazer sentido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não entendia que poderia ser bom, muito bom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nem compreendia que poderia ser lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nem que faria sentido, se quisesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E quis... e fez sentido, e não é perfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E é diferente, é lindo, é hoje..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E é amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Na verdade, nem sei bem se esse post serve somente a garotos, mas eu escrevi com o intuito de tentar me conhecer e depois de fazer uma análise das minhas amigas (oi gente, não vou citar o nome de vocês, tá?) hehehe&lt;br /&gt;
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Tava pensando e analisando... e dia desses meu namorado soltou "tem que entender mulher não, tem é que amar" (oquei, ele é muito romântico) e eu me achando a pessoa mais fácil, descomplicada e descolada desse mundo todo, na mesma hora exclamei que isso era muito clichê (na verdade, ainda acho..) But... passei a pensar em algumas coisas e "descobri" (uma nova forma de dizer que já sabia que existia), algumas regrinhas básicas quando falamos em mulheres/garotas/fêmeas/essas coisas. Listarei algumas que percebi/lembro agora/acho importante ou não:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;1. Nem tudo é o que parece&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Nem sempre quando a gente faz uma coisa é por que a gente gosta. Nem sempre tudo que a gente diz que não gosta, a gente realmente não gosta. Nem sempre a gente gosta do que a gente diz que gosta. Nem sempre tudo é lindo, mas também não é tão feio.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;2. TUDO que a gente fala é verdade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Pois é, sabe aqueles dias em que a gente se sente feia e talz e comenta isso com a geral, NÓS NUNCA ESTIVEMOS/FOMOS FEIAS NA VIDA, é tudo charminho ou não, crise súbita de baixa-auto estima, mas pelas caridade por favor, por tudo, NÃO CONCORDEM. É um erro fatal! Vai deixar a gente triste, irritada, descontente, dependendo dos hormônios, daépoca do mês, essas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;3. Nossas escolhas são suficientemente dentro do que deve ser (meio incoerente, neh? eu sei)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Nada de sair falando que a gente escolhe demais, tá?? Me diga só quem vai usar, hein?? Seja roupa, sapato, namorado, amigo... essas coisas. A vida é minha, quem vai conviver sou eu e... num sei mais o que escrever. Não costumo julgar, culpar, apontar uma amiga dizendo que tá solteira por que quer, mas somente ela quem sabe quando rola um &lt;i&gt;feelingzinho&lt;/i&gt;, neh??&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;E outra coisa, eu GARANTO que ficar por ficar dá raiva depois, como somos muito&lt;i&gt; cleans&lt;/i&gt; ninguém quer guardar mágoa, pra aproveitar espaço, claro. Geralmente, a gente sabe bem o que faz (ou não).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;4. Nossos atos demonstram quem somos (fácil)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Por exemplo, a cor do esmalte diz (e MUITO) sobre nosso humor, sobre quem somos... da mesma maneira que usamos uma cor só por que é &lt;i&gt;trenddy&lt;b&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Por vezes, dizemos que não gostamos de alguma coisa na primeira vez que usamos, mas depois ela fica tão legal *-*. Ou dizemos que nao gostamos de algo que alguém fez, uma bricadeira, alguma coisa que falou, mas da segunda vez pode ser tão legal (ou não). Não gostamos de uma pessoa de cara, mas podemos odiá-la pro resto da vida, oooou a gente pode virar amygha (neh, Ceci ( &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/Mariaceeci"&gt;@Mariaceeci&lt;/a&gt; )??) Eu particularmente, prefiro que existam segundas, terceiras, ou até mesmo, quartas vezes, pra realmente saber se gosto ou não de uma coisa ou pessoa, ou situação, enfim.... Não é por que eu ando de ônibus que queira dizer que eu gosto!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;5. Eu realmente não lembro mais o que tinha pra escrever, mas eu sou uma pessoa sã e de gostos simples, sou de fácil relacionamento (só não mexam nas minhas coisas, nem me peçam pra fazer nada, nem tente me fazer de besta, por que cara eu tenho, mas não sou, oquei?) E tenho certeza que minhas amigas também são assim.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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E eu as amo muitoooo&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;e sei que elas são pessoas simples e que é muito fácil entendê-las assim como eu.&lt;br /&gt;
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Se eu lembrar de alguma coisa a mais interessante e legal sobre o assunto ou se tiverem dicas, podem dizer que eu realmente publico e ainda faço segredo da contribuinte (tudo bem, meninas??) hauhauhauah&lt;br /&gt;
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Tenho certeza que esse post tá uma meleca! :)&lt;br /&gt;
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-&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ninguém ouse concordar comigo!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2679602537226023504-1848963826308239818?l=mayharasunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1848963826308239818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679602537226023504&amp;postID=1848963826308239818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/1848963826308239818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/1848963826308239818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/2011/08/for-guys.html' title='For guys!'/><author><name>May Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15641879685418126209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SsN2bybbMpI/AAAAAAAAASg/_gxKa9WJzmY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+mas200918.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h-PDl5QxEFQ/Tlerov4lodI/AAAAAAAAAc0/nuSUtssnFLE/s72-c/careta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679602537226023504.post-2859148690001554020</id><published>2011-01-27T23:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T23:06:48.945-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/TUIi76aO1EI/AAAAAAAAAb8/rlrHQxze0Zg/s1600/sorriso.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/TUIi76aO1EI/AAAAAAAAAb8/rlrHQxze0Zg/s320/sorriso.jpeg" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Palavras, torpedos, atenção... qualquer coisa que caracterize carinho.&lt;/div&gt;
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O cheiro, o abraço, o olhar... o que se consegue almejar.&lt;/div&gt;
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A sintonia, a (in)certeza, as possibilidades&lt;/div&gt;
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A falta de coragem, a ansiedade por falar, estar perto.&lt;/div&gt;
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O medo da perda, do sentimento de "opção"&lt;/div&gt;
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Os sonhos noturnos, oa lampejos de planos, a torcida, a vontade...&lt;/div&gt;
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O carinho e a vida que lhes falta.&lt;/div&gt;
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Eles se completam, se merecem, se querem.&lt;/div&gt;
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Paciência e coragem... precisa-se aprender!&lt;/div&gt;
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Qual o dia do pão-de-queijo??&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*texto escrito em 03/02/2010&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2679602537226023504-2859148690001554020?l=mayharasunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2859148690001554020/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679602537226023504&amp;postID=2859148690001554020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/2859148690001554020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/2859148690001554020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/2011/01/palavras-torpedos-atencao.html' title=''/><author><name>May Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15641879685418126209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SsN2bybbMpI/AAAAAAAAASg/_gxKa9WJzmY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+mas200918.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/TUIi76aO1EI/AAAAAAAAAb8/rlrHQxze0Zg/s72-c/sorriso.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679602537226023504.post-4745463612510739658</id><published>2010-12-01T11:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T11:58:07.262-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Decidiu não querer, mas ainda quer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Se sonha com beijos e abraços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Se quer perto e longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Se quer, mas não quer querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Estaria tão longe ou tão perto&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;De que maneira se faz alí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Se quer amar, não sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Se quis outrora um sentimento, realidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Se abandona os sonhos por maldade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Diz-se que não. Por pura realidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E lhe falta tanto... No infinitivo mesmo, primeiras, segundas e terceiras conjugações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;amar, querer, sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Se tem, não tem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Se é não está&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ou é ou não, venha e lhe seja verdade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2679602537226023504-4745463612510739658?l=mayharasunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4745463612510739658/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679602537226023504&amp;postID=4745463612510739658&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/4745463612510739658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/4745463612510739658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/2010/12/decidiu-nao-querer-mas-ainda-quer-se.html' title=''/><author><name>May Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15641879685418126209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SsN2bybbMpI/AAAAAAAAASg/_gxKa9WJzmY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+mas200918.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/TPZgAbQAJiI/AAAAAAAAAbw/xpAKXMYLbYM/s72-c/Apaixonados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679602537226023504.post-6083570617382428858</id><published>2010-11-23T12:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T12:11:50.117-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Substituam pensamentos &lt;strike&gt;lascivos&lt;/strike&gt; por pensamentos de esperança e lembranças de bondade ou de algo que nos aproxime da eternidade."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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(Élder Jeffrey R. Holland)&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-&amp;gt; É pecado ser desanimado! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/TOvO9TkF-nI/AAAAAAAAAbo/lGuj6PWk4qI/s1600/bike.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/TOvO9TkF-nI/AAAAAAAAAbo/lGuj6PWk4qI/s400/bike.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu ainda tenho um (tênis) All Star colorido e sujo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ainda pinto minhas unhas de vermelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Cultivo velhos amigos e AMO fazer novos e inspirados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Mesmo sabendo que preciso, ainda odeio acordar pela manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ainda prefiro cuscuz com ovos e suco de laranja a lasanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ainda uso a mesma bolsinha de lápis e o mesmo número de grafite pra lapiseira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Meu Deus e minha família são minhas prioridades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ainda quero sempre mais cachorros (isso por que tenho três)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E estar sempre junto de crianças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sei que sou uma filha de um Pai Celestial que me ama incondicionalmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas talvez eu não seja mais eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/TMsld19a2jI/AAAAAAAAAbc/rRj94lXBgBw/s1600/evinhahome.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/TMsld19a2jI/AAAAAAAAAbc/rRj94lXBgBw/s400/evinhahome.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Olhei fixamente pra essa foto por um bom tempo... Vi felicidade, alegria, amor, amizade companheirismo, ETERNIDADE!&lt;/div&gt;
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Somos os melhores, meus amigos, desde sempre, somos os melhores... que a exaltação seja nosso foco!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Foto: Casamento de Evinha (22/10/2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2679602537226023504-8219163618594676192?l=mayharasunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8219163618594676192/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679602537226023504&amp;postID=8219163618594676192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/8219163618594676192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/8219163618594676192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/2010/10/felicidade.html' title='Felicidade!'/><author><name>May Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15641879685418126209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SsN2bybbMpI/AAAAAAAAASg/_gxKa9WJzmY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+mas200918.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/TMsld19a2jI/AAAAAAAAAbc/rRj94lXBgBw/s72-c/evinhahome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679602537226023504.post-5482302755365763212</id><published>2009-12-28T03:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T03:28:47.421-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye, bye old year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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Comecei o ano sozinha, com raiva e com fome;&lt;/div&gt;
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Tive uns dos melhores quatro dias da minha vida;&lt;/div&gt;
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Chorei pra caramba ao telefone com amigas;&lt;/div&gt;
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Escrevi mais poesias do que o esperado pra uma vida;&lt;/div&gt;
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Consegui um estágio perfeito;&lt;/div&gt;
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Me encantei em meio a festejos juninos, e me desencantei também;&lt;/div&gt;
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Descobri que numa padaria perto da minha casa vende uns paezinhos de queijo que são uma djilícia e bem baratinhos;&lt;/div&gt;
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Engordei todos os quilos que perdi para o carnaval;&lt;/div&gt;
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Participei ativamente no Instituto [o que&amp;nbsp;me fez um bem imenarrável];&lt;/div&gt;
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Apredi a brigar [principalmente no trânsito, e olha que eu nem dirijo];&lt;/div&gt;
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Gastei todo o meu dinheiro com minha festa de formatura;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Estudei sobre governo eletrônico;&lt;/div&gt;
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Completei 21 anos de vida nesta Terra;&lt;/div&gt;
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Aprendi a cuidar mais do meu cabelo [na verdade, virei projeto de 'perua', até por quê não tenho dinheiro pra isso];&lt;/div&gt;
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Apresentei meu Trabalho de Conclusão de Curso de jeans lavado, all star colorido e sujo e camiseta do crédito fundiário;&lt;/div&gt;
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Meu pai tah cada vez mais liso [tomara que ele não leia isso! kkk] e passou no vestibular da UFRN pra física [quando ele já estuda matemática];&lt;/div&gt;
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Apesar de concluir a faculdade de Adm e Sist. de Info.,&amp;nbsp; fiz vest novamente pra UFRN de Gestão de Políticas Públicas [acho que eu passo];&lt;/div&gt;
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Mal tive tempo de curtir minha praia;&lt;/div&gt;
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Minha tia se batizou na Igreja[!];&lt;/div&gt;
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Menti pra alguns rapazes, gostaria de ter casado com outros [deixaria até de trabalhar se fosse o caso por eles];&lt;/div&gt;
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O melhor de tudo é que passei a ter uma melhor compreensão da Expiação do meu Salvador Jesus Cristo, que me ensinou a amar,&amp;nbsp;percebi que necesitava fazer metas e mudanças benéficas em minha vida, decidi conhecê-lo, me tornar uma pessoa melhor, buscar a felicidade eterna e ser digna de estar na presença de Deus.&lt;/div&gt;
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E que em 2010, eu possa crescer mais, muito mais. Que as pessoas que eu amo conheçam a Deus como nosso Pai Eterno e Seu filho Jesus Cristo como o Salvador da humanidade. Que o evangelho possa se fortalecer e chegar cada vez mais a todas as pessoas da Terra, que eu possa poder participar da edificação do Reino de Deus na Terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Que em 2010 eu possa aprender sem ter que errar, que possa amar mais, viver mais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Se escolher o mais difícil pode nos deixar dilacerada, triste, sem ânimo, vontade, mas nos trará a melhor recompensa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu ainda quero o mais difícil, o menos percorrido, o menos ansiado [por não ser popular].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Espinhos haverão, mas será mais bela a &amp;nbsp;recompensa. O sol ilumiará com mais vontade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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E eu não tenho medo de perder para poder ganhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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É natural querer ser feliz, mas não quero a naturalidade da felicidade carnavalesca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Quero a beleza não sentida e por ela lutarei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Já me embalou criancices, paixões, glórias e desgraças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Me encanta suas notas, composições, ritmos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Já o reneguei por um tempo, mas num se pode renegar as origens, neh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Meu primeiro ritmo favorito e, certamente, da minha posteridade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Consegue me animar nas piores horas, e me ajudar a chorar também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Me faz mais feminina e me encanta o corpo todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;"Tomadinha pelo samba louca pra sambar"&lt;/em&gt; (♫)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*Atualmente os favoritos são os cantados por Roberta Sá, Maria Rita, Vanessa da Mata, Mart'nália, Gonzaguinha, elis Regina, Noel Rosa, e os mais tantos que passaria horas a escrever... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Gostaria de informá-los que a partir de ontem comecei a usar o meu &lt;em&gt;Meme &lt;/em&gt;das contas &lt;em&gt;Yahoo. &lt;/em&gt;Desde já, fiquem a vontade para fazerem suas contas e acessar/seguir/comentar a minha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu sei o que escolher. Eu sei o que fazer. O problema é o impacto que essas decisões causarão,&amp;nbsp;a culpa a que me acometo. Não quero ser melhor por isso, nem mesmo ser reconhecida, só quero fazer direito, sem me arrepender tempos depois. É fácil escolher o óbvio, mas&amp;nbsp;a eternidade&amp;nbsp;não é óbvia. Queria ser a que te daria beijos sem fim, sua esperança de exaltação, mas não consigo. Só consigo sentir, me culpar e tentar ser melhor. Se é um erro não conseguir, ou querer, me apaixonar eu não sei.&amp;nbsp;Mas eu sei&amp;nbsp;amar, isso é importante.&amp;nbsp;Só sei que existe propósito para todas as coisas. E é esse propósito que eu busco desenfreadamente. Eu escolhi fazer o certo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Élder Jorge Zebulloc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Dos que chegam pra ficar, dos que eu morro de saudades, dos que me agradam, que me engordam, que se lembram de mim quando ouvem uma música, que reclamam que não entendem as coisas que eu escrevo, os que escutam minhas teorias mesmo sem me entender, que me apoiam em meus planos &lt;em&gt;mirabolantes&lt;/em&gt; que nem sempre dão certo, dos que oram por mim, que vão comigo a praia pra sentar e olhar o mar, dos que me passam &lt;em&gt;sites&lt;/em&gt;, dicas pra eu burlar o servidor da faculdade,&amp;nbsp; dos que me elogiam, ou não, dos que me abraçam com fraternidade (alguns com segundas e terceiras intenções também, neh, vamo combinar), que massageiam minha alma com palavras mais que carinhosas, dos que eu posso conversar sobre as verdades de Deus, dos que recebem meus &lt;em&gt;e-mails, &lt;/em&gt;que reclamam da minha falta de pontualidade, dos que me aguentam reclamando de &lt;em&gt;looks/montações &lt;/em&gt;do povo a fora, dos que me amam e são presentes na minha vida, destes eu quero estar sempre perto. Estes eu AMO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Apesar de nem agradar a todos, a gente reagir da melhor maneira possível, ou até mesmo aceitá-las, mudanças são necessárias. E em sua maioria, eu amo!! Adoro mudar, adoro ver as pessoas mudarem, adoro fazer mudanças. Claro que elas devem ser pra melhor, neh?! Agora mesmo, preciso mudar! Ser mais ativa que passiva. Ser firme e decidida em minhas escolhas! E isso faz bem a todo mundo. Tomara que consiga! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;* Eu quero casar! E quero que seja pra sempre, seja direito, seja&amp;nbsp;pra eternidade, pra ser uma rainha! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Tenho ouvido alguns questionamentos sobre as palavras que me expressam! E isso é ótimo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Já vi amigos mandando meus textos pra namoradas, minha prima postando em frases de msn. Gente, Tô ficando famosa! kkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas uma coisa bem importante, que meu irmão me falou certa vez há uns 7 anos por que eu o chamei de idiota sentimental. Ele vivia escrevendo poemas, e os dele são beem melhores que os meus, e eu achando a maior besteira do mundo, mesmo assim ele não desistia de vir me mostrar ["Água mole em pedra dura tanto bate até que fura"]. Um dia ele me trouxe uma que num esqueci mais de jeito nenhum, é claaro que eu não decorei, mas entendi beem a mensagem dele, e dizia mais ou menos assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ôquei, mandei ele ir lavar a louça no dia, mas sempre lembro disso! E está fazendo sentido agora pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Aprendi a não me preocupar com métricas, perfeições na escrita e de sentido, mas escrever o que sinto, que sempre é tão desorganizado quanto o que eu escrevo. São poucas as certezas que tenho nessa vida, mas os sentimentos são tantos, são "&lt;em&gt;turbinados&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Muito obrigada aos que têm a consideração de lerem e tentarem enteder meus textos, muito mais, muito obrigada pelo carinho em visitarem o &lt;em&gt;blog &lt;/em&gt;desta pessoa que vos escreve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Com o coração cheio de sentimentos, os ouvidos cheios de boa música, vontade de fazer mil cálculos e encontrar um príncipe encantado quando acordar pela manhã!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Se tiverem um sonho de doce de leite, um suco de laranja super forte e alguns pães de queijo minas, podem trazer também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Time ganhando, outro perdendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Um mundo de coisas a fazer quando todas são prioridades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Conhecimentos, saberes, beleza, sutileza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Só me importa a verdade, o que sinto, o que me é revelado. O que é certo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que a força do medo que tenho&lt;br&gt;Não me impeça de ver o que anseio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que a morte de tudo em que acredito&lt;br&gt;Não me tape os ouvidos e a boca&lt;br&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que eu grito&lt;br&gt;Mas a outra metade é silêncio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que a música que ouço ao longe&lt;br&gt;Seja linda ainda que tristeza&lt;br&gt;Que [o homem] que eu amo seja pra sempre amad[o]&lt;br&gt;Mesmo que distante&lt;br&gt;Porque metade de mim é partida&lt;br&gt;Mas a outra metade é saudade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que as palavras que eu falo&lt;br&gt;Não sejam ouvidas como prece e nem repetidas com fervor&lt;br&gt;Apenas respeitadas&lt;br&gt;Como a única coisa que resta a um homem inundado de sentimentos&lt;br&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que ouço&lt;br&gt; Mas a outra metade é o que calo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que essa minha vontade de ir embora&lt;br&gt;Se transforme na calma e na paz que eu mereço&lt;br&gt;Que essa tensão que me corrói por dentro&lt;br&gt;Seja um dia recompensada&lt;br&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que eu penso mas a outra metade é um vulcão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que o medo da solidão se afaste, e que o convívio comigo mesmo se torne ao menos suportável.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que o espelho reflita em meu rosto um doce sorriso&lt;br&gt;Que eu me lembro ter dado na infância&lt;br&gt;Por que metade de mim é a lembrança do que fui&lt;br&gt;A outra metade eu não sei.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que não seja preciso mais do que uma simples alegria&lt;br&gt;Pra me fazer aquietar o espírito&lt;br&gt;E que o teu silêncio me fale cada vez mais&lt;br&gt;Porque metade de mim é abrigo&lt;br&gt;Mas a outra metade é cansaço.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que a arte nos aponte uma resposta&lt;br&gt;Mesmo que ela não saiba&lt;br&gt;E que ninguém a tente complicar&lt;br&gt;Porque é preciso simplicidade pra fazê-la florescer&lt;br&gt;Porque metade de mim é platéia&lt;br&gt;E a outra metade é canção.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;E que a minha loucura seja perdoada&lt;br&gt;Porque metade de mim é amor&lt;br&gt;E a outra metade também.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2679602537226023504-2695058239950428187?l=mayharasunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2695058239950428187/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679602537226023504&amp;postID=2695058239950428187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/2695058239950428187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/2695058239950428187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/metade-por-oswaldo-montenegro.html' title='Metade, por Oswaldo Montenegro'/><author><name>May Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15641879685418126209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SsN2bybbMpI/AAAAAAAAASg/_gxKa9WJzmY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+mas200918.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/Sq-wwmvVuHI/AAAAAAAAASE/Cx1v3Hgccgs/s72-c/abre-734559.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679602537226023504.post-5253895703368896481</id><published>2009-09-09T12:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T12:42:36.470-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SqfM7KpY-6I/AAAAAAAAAR8/TfpgUxLDfIk/s1600-h/tulipas-756472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SqfM7KpY-6I/AAAAAAAAAR8/TfpgUxLDfIk/s320/tulipas-756472.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379493596759653282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms,sans-serif"&gt;Se houvesse razão para o sentimento, não seria sentimento.&lt;br&gt;Se houvesse razão para ter esperança, não seria esperança.&lt;br&gt;Poderia haver razão para todas as coisas, talvez até haja, mas para todas&lt;br&gt; há um motivo.&lt;br&gt;Motivo pelo qual, eu escrevo, amo, espero e posso ter a eternidade!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma,sans-serif" size="1"&gt;Cantando incansavelmente um jingle de propaganda de loja de seminovos de auto: &amp;quot;Você precisa de alguém que te dê segurança, se não você dança, dança, dança, dançaaa!&amp;quot; ♪   =D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2679602537226023504-5253895703368896481?l=mayharasunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5253895703368896481/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679602537226023504&amp;postID=5253895703368896481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/5253895703368896481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/5253895703368896481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/se-houvesse-razao-para-o-sentimento-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>May Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15641879685418126209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SsN2bybbMpI/AAAAAAAAASg/_gxKa9WJzmY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+mas200918.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SqfM7KpY-6I/AAAAAAAAAR8/TfpgUxLDfIk/s72-c/tulipas-756472.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679602537226023504.post-4510992277219906414</id><published>2009-08-24T07:57:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T08:15:03.679-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SpJzwJxZaRI/AAAAAAAAARs/4zYdrjZk3CM/s1600-h/meias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373484576500443410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SpJzwJxZaRI/AAAAAAAAARs/4zYdrjZk3CM/s320/meias.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sabendo sem saber
Esperando sei lá o quê
Coração aflito e alegre ao mesmo tempo
Unhas vermelhas


Orações fervorosas e sinceras
Torcida mais que especial
Meias da &lt;em&gt;Barbie&lt;/em&gt;
Família reunida


Turbilhão de decisões
Nova certeza se inicia.
Sentimentos ultrajantes e cíclicos,
Posso ir mais além...
E sei onde posso chegar!!
(E como quero chegar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*25/07/2009 - Quase desisti de publicar!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2679602537226023504-4510992277219906414?l=mayharasunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4510992277219906414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679602537226023504&amp;postID=4510992277219906414&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/4510992277219906414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/4510992277219906414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/sabendo-sem-saber-esperando-sei-la-o.html' title=''/><author><name>May Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15641879685418126209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SsN2bybbMpI/AAAAAAAAASg/_gxKa9WJzmY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+mas200918.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SpJzwJxZaRI/AAAAAAAAARs/4zYdrjZk3CM/s72-c/meias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679602537226023504.post-4505520065931572218</id><published>2009-08-17T21:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:34:54.861-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/Son28I_hpoI/AAAAAAAAARk/Yvf3wqYK_xA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371095543682541186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/Son28I_hpoI/AAAAAAAAARk/Yvf3wqYK_xA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saber do que não se sabe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esperar sabe-se lá o quê&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sobrepujar as vontades&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esperar pelo amanhecer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quase tantas coisas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas quase nada concreto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser o que não gostaria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando se gostaria fazer direito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pensar que é o problema&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou que tem o problema&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tentar achar solução pra tudo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E só viver nesse dilema.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ai, Deus! Nada sou, ou posso ser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pecisando saber, conhecer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viver!!&lt;/em&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/2679602537226023504-4505520065931572218?l=mayharasunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4505520065931572218/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679602537226023504&amp;postID=4505520065931572218&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/4505520065931572218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/4505520065931572218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/saber-do-que-nao-se-sabe-esperar-sabe.html' title=''/><author><name>May Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15641879685418126209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SsN2bybbMpI/AAAAAAAAASg/_gxKa9WJzmY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+mas200918.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/Son28I_hpoI/AAAAAAAAARk/Yvf3wqYK_xA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679602537226023504.post-510193494059613985</id><published>2009-06-25T16:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T17:23:52.188-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Junho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SkPcoZ1YO-I/AAAAAAAAARE/99oNtBI4JWY/s1600-h/festas-juninas-bahia-pelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351363368933932002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SkPcoZ1YO-I/AAAAAAAAARE/99oNtBI4JWY/s320/festas-juninas-bahia-pelo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Forró é a música de fundo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
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Coloridas são as bandeirinhas que enfeitam antes do céu.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Cheiro de milho e terra molhada exala-se por aí.&lt;/div&gt;
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Coração palpita tão matuto... Tão alegre.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Tudo isto lavado a muita chuva.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Regado a milhões de sorrisos.&lt;/div&gt;
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Movimentado pelo ritmo da quadrilha matuta!&lt;/div&gt;
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Poucas conversas pertinho do ouvido, pra não perder o ritmo.&lt;/div&gt;
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Época de não preocupação com o mundo da moda,&lt;/div&gt;
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Tempo de comer milho e tudo que derive dele,&lt;/div&gt;
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De vestir-se de alegrias, sorrisos,&lt;/div&gt;
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Dançar forró, mesmo quando não se sabe,&lt;/div&gt;
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Se renovar, ter esperanças e ser feliz!&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/2679602537226023504-510193494059613985?l=mayharasunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/510193494059613985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679602537226023504&amp;postID=510193494059613985&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/510193494059613985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/510193494059613985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/2009/06/junho.html' title='Junho!'/><author><name>May Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15641879685418126209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SsN2bybbMpI/AAAAAAAAASg/_gxKa9WJzmY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+mas200918.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SkPcoZ1YO-I/AAAAAAAAARE/99oNtBI4JWY/s72-c/festas-juninas-bahia-pelo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679602537226023504.post-6189260806933312146</id><published>2009-06-25T16:25:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T16:46:57.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ela! [Parte I]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SkPTcVkMSDI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/l_PB5dOB_Yw/s1600-h/borb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351353266025023538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SkPTcVkMSDI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/l_PB5dOB_Yw/s320/borb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ela que acha que não sonha ou não acredita no que sonha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;
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Que sempre foi a “bonitinha” e se acabava de ver filmes de comédia-romântica [e jurava que era a mocinha que encontrava o príncipe encantado].&lt;/div&gt;
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Ela sempre cheia de esperanças em Deus, nas pessoas, sentimentos, coisas...&lt;/div&gt;
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Que dança, dança, tenta, tenta... Melhora daqui e Dalí... Ou piora!&lt;/div&gt;
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Vive achando que vai pintar o mundo e pintar de flor.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Ela ama... Ama tanto que nesses dias morre do coração.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ela que sempre acha que é sua vez e, nunca é, mas um dia há de ser e ela sabe que sim! Enquanto isso, sorrisos ela espalha por aí!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2679602537226023504-6189260806933312146?l=mayharasunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6189260806933312146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679602537226023504&amp;postID=6189260806933312146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/6189260806933312146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/6189260806933312146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/2009/06/ela-parte-i.html' title='Ela! [Parte I]'/><author><name>May Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15641879685418126209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SsN2bybbMpI/AAAAAAAAASg/_gxKa9WJzmY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+mas200918.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SkPTcVkMSDI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/l_PB5dOB_Yw/s72-c/borb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679602537226023504.post-6096903756270237111</id><published>2009-05-20T21:32:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:43:46.492-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretérito.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/ShSjd8LxYUI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/P2K1re0YQD4/s1600-h/PASSADO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338071193107915074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/ShSjd8LxYUI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/P2K1re0YQD4/s320/PASSADO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Foi a conquista mais saborosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A bobice mais sensata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A viagem rápida que mais perdurou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;O incerto mais certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A eternidade mais curta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Os melhores beijos e abraços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;O ausente mais próximo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A proteção mais desprotegida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;O desejo mais sentido e autonegado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;O conjunto de movimentos e cheiros mais lembrados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;O "não" mais complicado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;As maiores conversas em pouquíssimas palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;O real mais duvidoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;O pouco que fez [faz] falta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A maior verdade para o bombeador sanguíneo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Foi! [In]FELIZMENTE não é mais!&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/2679602537226023504-6096903756270237111?l=mayharasunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6096903756270237111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679602537226023504&amp;postID=6096903756270237111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/6096903756270237111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/6096903756270237111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/preterito.html' title='Pretérito.'/><author><name>May Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15641879685418126209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SsN2bybbMpI/AAAAAAAAASg/_gxKa9WJzmY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+mas200918.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/ShSjd8LxYUI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/P2K1re0YQD4/s72-c/PASSADO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679602537226023504.post-3064822590570006077</id><published>2009-04-14T15:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T15:12:27.043-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Errada?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SeTR1aZhlwI/AAAAAAAAAQs/RHs_26TQC8M/s1600-h/sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324611375008421634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SeTR1aZhlwI/AAAAAAAAAQs/RHs_26TQC8M/s320/sol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Estaria errada se não desejasse (mais que tudo) a eternidade.
Estaria errada se quisesse me contentar com uma vida medíocre.
Estaria errada se não me apegasse a perfeição.
Estaria errada se não tivesse esperança.
Estaria errada se não desejasse tê-lo ao meu lado mesmo quando já tens companhia (e
pareces amar esta companhia).
Errei quando deixei que escapásseis por entre meus dedos.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estaria errada se desistisse [agora] do sol!&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/2679602537226023504-3064822590570006077?l=mayharasunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3064822590570006077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679602537226023504&amp;postID=3064822590570006077&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/3064822590570006077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/3064822590570006077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/errada.html' title='Errada?!'/><author><name>May Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15641879685418126209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SsN2bybbMpI/AAAAAAAAASg/_gxKa9WJzmY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+mas200918.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SeTR1aZhlwI/AAAAAAAAAQs/RHs_26TQC8M/s72-c/sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679602537226023504.post-1140772766403098988</id><published>2009-03-18T14:54:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T16:35:36.248-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Minha condição, minha condução..."    ♪</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/ScPvk70MW1I/AAAAAAAAAQk/7XCfeXzBGjk/s1600-h/onibus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315355403038251858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/ScPvk70MW1I/AAAAAAAAAQk/7XCfeXzBGjk/s320/onibus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ora pois, como diz Anitelli: 'minha condição, minha condução'. Eu ando de ônibus. E como dizia nosso saudoso Élder Wirthlin: 'aconteça o que acontecer, desfrute'.







Apesar de não ser a melhor coisa do mundo, não é tão mal assim andar de ônibus! Eu rio, durmo, como, conheço pessoas, encontro outras...







Daí, decidi organizar e escrever alguns causos ocorridos durante minhas viagens pelos ônibus metropolitanos de Natal/RN.






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&lt;li&gt;No ônibus, as pessoas lhe analisam profundamente em questão de minutos [2 min, mais precisamente]:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;

&lt;p&gt;-&gt; O menino chegou pra mim e falou: "Mesmo usando &lt;em&gt;all stars, jeans e eco-bags, &lt;/em&gt;você parece uma princesa, uma verdadeira &lt;em&gt;lady!"&lt;/em&gt; [Vai ver que é por que eu tava usando brincos de pérolas - de bijoux, é claro].&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;-&gt; Outro me reconheceu duma campanha natalina que eu fiz pra TV Assembléia há uns 4 anos. [Incrível, eu mesma nem me reconheço mais no VT, mas tudo bem], depois duma coluna social no jornal, falando sobre o casamento da minha prima, e expeliu: "Engraçada você, anda de ônibus, carrega livros, parece até gente normal" [E eu lá sou E.T.?!]&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;li&gt;Adquirimos informação no ônibus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;

&lt;p&gt;-&gt; Outro dia, soube da vida duma mulher todinha, sentada perto de duas outras! BBB, nem precisa falar, né?!&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;li&gt;Aprendemos a apreciar a natureza.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;

&lt;p&gt;-&gt; Outro dia, fiquei uma hora esperando um ônibus pra ir a faculdade e o céu estava liindo de viver!&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;li&gt;Aprendemos a calcular o troco.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;

&lt;p&gt;-&gt; A passagem custa R$ 1,85, aqui em Natal, então se a gente pagar com uma nota de R$ 2,00, que é o que acontece na maioria das vezes, o troco é R$ 0,15. Até uma criança sabe disso, inclusive, outro dia, um menino estava com sua mãe, o cobrador não tinha R$ 0,05 do troco e deu apenas uma moeda de R$ 0,10, na mesma hora o menino exclamou: "Eeeeei, tah faltando uma!"&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;li&gt;Nos faz sentir sensações.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;

&lt;p&gt;-&gt; Hoje eu sentei numa cadeira do ônibus, tava tão quente que eu dei um pinote e falei bem alto: "Aff Maria"!&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;li&gt;A percepção das pessoas é incrível.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;

&lt;p&gt;-&gt; Eu estava dormindo, uma mulher me acordou e perguntou: "Você estava dormindo?"&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;li&gt;Andar de ônibus nos impulsiona a querer ser mais.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;

&lt;p&gt;-&gt; Toda vez que pego um ônibus cheio, me atraso por que o ônibus quebrou, sou chingada por que bati a ponta do livro e machucou alguém, eu tenho mais vontade de trabalhar, estudar e ser gente, pra poder comprar um carro e me livrar daquilo tudo! kkkkkkkkkk³&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;Hoje, eu tenho 20 anos, estou quase concluindo uma graduação e uma especialização, tenho e tive trabalhos respeitáveis que não me expõem. Muita gente me respeita pelo que sou e não pelo que pareço. Praticamente, estou começando a viver agora, planejando uma vida melhor do que a que eu tive, talvez, para minha posteridade. Enquanto elas parecem ser muuito mais velhas que eu, cada uma tem 2 filhos, um marido problemático e uma vida medíocre. Não digo pelos filhos nem marido, mas pelas escolhas delas. Talvez nenhuma das duas tenha sequer terminado o ensino médio. Que perspectiva de futuro elas podem ter?!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Me preocupo. Fico triste. Talvez elas tenham alcançado mais coisas que eu, possam ter mais alegrias. Não querendo jactar-me, acredito estar em uma situação melhor que a delas. E mesmo ainda sou feminina e me preparo pra ter uma família [eterna].&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Como minha vó sempre diz: "Nunca cuspa pra cima!"&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;É a vida! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2679602537226023504-6469081147452016897?l=mayharasunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6469081147452016897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679602537226023504&amp;postID=6469081147452016897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/6469081147452016897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/6469081147452016897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-mundo-da-voltas-e-como.html' title='O mundo dá voltas... e como!'/><author><name>May Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15641879685418126209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SsN2bybbMpI/AAAAAAAAASg/_gxKa9WJzmY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+mas200918.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SbmNZCWHwtI/AAAAAAAAAQc/AtFOYk9yZYA/s72-c/roda_gigante.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679602537226023504.post-6466552898423534111</id><published>2009-03-07T20:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T21:22:16.497-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Internacional da Mulher.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SbMPWlIVOpI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ci8KspifzMQ/s1600-h/Z1gnastz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310605266198542994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SbMPWlIVOpI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ci8KspifzMQ/s320/Z1gnastz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A mulher que escolhemos, a única e não outra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dentre tantas que habitam a terra triste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Esta mesma, frágil e indefesa, bela ou feia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Eis o mundo que nos é de novo apresentado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Por intermédio de uma só pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Esta é a que rompe as grades do nosso coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Esta é a que possuímos mais pela ternura que pelo sexo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;E nada será restaurado no seu genuíno sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Se a mulher não retornar ao seu princípio:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;É a máquina instalada dentro dela que devemos vencer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Quando esta mulher se tornar de novo submissa e doce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Os homens pela mão da antiga mediadora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Abrirão outra vez um ao outro os corações que sangram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Murilo Mendes - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;O mundo, hoje, já tem tantas "guerreiras", que as mulheres estão se esquecendo do seu principal objetivo nesta terra: trazer os filhos de Deus ao mundo e ensinar-lhes seu papel como ser humano. Ensinar-lhes a amar, a serem gentis, ensinar-lhes o Plano de Salvação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cabe a nós, mães e futuras mães, preparar nossos filhos para serem deuses e para amarem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Parabéns as que alcançaram esse objetivo. E boa sorte às que almejam fazê-lo, como eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;=) ³&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/2679602537226023504-6466552898423534111?l=mayharasunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6466552898423534111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679602537226023504&amp;postID=6466552898423534111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/6466552898423534111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/6466552898423534111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/dia-internacional-da-mulher.html' title='Dia Internacional da Mulher.'/><author><name>May Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15641879685418126209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SsN2bybbMpI/AAAAAAAAASg/_gxKa9WJzmY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+mas200918.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SbMPWlIVOpI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ci8KspifzMQ/s72-c/Z1gnastz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679602537226023504.post-1999209010347783169</id><published>2009-03-04T15:16:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T16:32:18.425-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem título.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/Sa7Wbgrqu2I/AAAAAAAAAQM/BsNyuVWJhxM/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+SDC10168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309416778834295650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/Sa7Wbgrqu2I/AAAAAAAAAQM/BsNyuVWJhxM/s200/C%C3%B3pia+de+SDC10168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Tô com sono, com fome, vontade de escrever e preguiça de pensar!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Sobrando-me apenas clichês nessa cabeça  lenta que mainha e painho fizeram. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;E vou contar uma estorinha...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Era uma vez, uma galega, e essa galega era besta, comum, batalhadora, até bonitinha. Pensava que nunca ia se apaixonar, mas se apaixonou, por um príncipe encantado. A bixinha... achou que ele daria bola pra ela, acredito até que de certa forma deu. Mas depois desistiu e procurou outra dessas comuns que pensam ser diferentes... Daí a galega, do início da estória, sofreu, visse?! Depois ela pensou e repensou além de ouvir palavras de um sábio: "o que é do homem o gato não come", ou seja, o que tiver de ser será. Ela recorreu ao seu Deus e as coisas foram se ajeitando, ao menos noutro campo que não o amoroso, mas ela diz que ainda acredita, que tem sonhos, esperanças e que ainda vai ler a melhor coisa que ela já escreveu pr'esse príncipe encantado.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;=)³&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2679602537226023504-1999209010347783169?l=mayharasunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1999209010347783169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679602537226023504&amp;postID=1999209010347783169&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/1999209010347783169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/1999209010347783169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/sem-titulo.html' title='Sem título.'/><author><name>May Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15641879685418126209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SsN2bybbMpI/AAAAAAAAASg/_gxKa9WJzmY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+mas200918.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/Sa7Wbgrqu2I/AAAAAAAAAQM/BsNyuVWJhxM/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+SDC10168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679602537226023504.post-2598322886109975229</id><published>2009-02-28T11:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T12:08:32.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'>'Fesperança'</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;De quê adiantam definições?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;De quê adiantam separações, distinções?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;De quê adiantam sorrisos, simpatias, fantasias?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Pra quê tanta coisa se, na maioria das vezes, só se é necessário duas ou três?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;De nada adiantam compromissos, acordos, quando se há uma força maior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Quando se há fé, esperança, caridade, desejo de ser bom, de ser melhor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;De quê adianta se lamentar, quando podemos ser felizes até nas lamentações?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tristezas hão de vir, mas também virão alegrias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;E o que faz disso tudo belo é a importância que damos a cada uma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;E as alegrias... Ah! As alegrias... essas sim deves ser lembradas, guardadas, comentadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Com fé, esperança, trabalho árduo, desejo sincero, todas as coisas são possíveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;E repito: TODAS são possíveis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tendo um Deus justo, um coração sincero, o que mais há de se precisar para atingir objetivos de alegria e felicidade eterna?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Eu acredito, acredito sim em tudo isso e em muito mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Pois nunca que existirão borboletas sem antes existir lagartas ou casulos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;E eu posso e quero ser borboleta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2679602537226023504-2598322886109975229?l=mayharasunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2598322886109975229/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679602537226023504&amp;postID=2598322886109975229&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/2598322886109975229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/2598322886109975229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/2009/02/fesperanca.html' title='&apos;Fesperança&apos;'/><author><name>May Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15641879685418126209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SsN2bybbMpI/AAAAAAAAASg/_gxKa9WJzmY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+mas200918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679602537226023504.post-6931496380262114920</id><published>2009-02-18T12:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T12:34:46.508-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Raizes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SZwoF2KffCI/AAAAAAAAAP0/OSySl25ZesY/s1600-h/100_3596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304158542039579682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SZwoF2KffCI/AAAAAAAAAP0/OSySl25ZesY/s320/100_3596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Eu sou da Cidade do Sol, nordeste brasileiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praia céu, azul, curto reggae o ano inteiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomando [água de côco] com uma banda de cajú&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Curtindo um pôr-do-sol nas dunas em Genipabú&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A noite um forrózinho pé-de-serra pra animar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tradição nordestina, cultura potiguar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Redinha, Ponta Negra tanto faz eu tô em casa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre curtindo reggae, surf e camarão na brasa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Milhões de estrelas a brilhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Contemplando a lua cheia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na beira da praia de frente pro mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouvindo o canto da sereia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[...]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O brilho do mar reflete a luz dos olhos teus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu quero ficar, pra nunca mais dizer adeus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu lavo minha alma por amor a você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu faço com orgulho tudo isso porquê...  ♪ ♪&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Rastafeeling - Cidade do Sol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2679602537226023504-6931496380262114920?l=mayharasunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6931496380262114920/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679602537226023504&amp;postID=6931496380262114920&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/6931496380262114920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/6931496380262114920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/2009/02/raizes.html' title='Raizes.'/><author><name>May Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15641879685418126209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SsN2bybbMpI/AAAAAAAAASg/_gxKa9WJzmY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+mas200918.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SZwoF2KffCI/AAAAAAAAAP0/OSySl25ZesY/s72-c/100_3596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679602537226023504.post-474405794124587922</id><published>2008-08-06T13:56:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T15:28:56.582-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saber!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SJndtcckcGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ujHuNMszxiI/s1600-h/lÃ¡pis.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231456214967414882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SJndtcckcGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ujHuNMszxiI/s320/l%C3%A1pis.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Há pouco, fui almoçar como de costume. E esse almoço acabou sendo nada como de costume...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Sempre que posso, almoço aqui na empresa, porém sempre vou bem tarde. Nossos funcionários são um tanto 'ignorantes' e ficam intimidados com minha presença [além de eu ser a única mulher nesse meio], por isso eu sempre vou depois deles. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Hoje, quando cheguei na cozinha, ainda havia um almoçando. Eu dei boa tarde, fui simpática e procurei não constrangê-lo. Percebi que ele afastou um pouco na mesa, pra longe de mim, começou a prestar atenção na TV e em sua comida apenas, de uma forma bem tímida. Peguei minha refeição, sentei e não falei mais nada. Depois de algum tempo, percebi que ele estava '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;retrucando&lt;/span&gt;' [falando, mas de uma forma tão grotesca que mal dava pra entender o que ele falava], eu virei pra ele, com um sorriso de educação e ele continuou a falar, e em alguns instantes estávamos 'conversando', ele falava de desperdício, de algumas situações que já havia passado na vida, de algumas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reações&lt;/span&gt; que as pessoas tinham em meio a tanto caos que vivemos, eu apenas concordava e falava pouco, percebi que ele tinha necessidade de se expressar e de fazer aquilo para 'alguém'. E foi interessante, pois apesar de ser um de meus funcionários, eu nunca antes havia falado com ele, apenas: 'bom dia', 'boa tarde', 'até amanhã'.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Depois ele se calou e voltou a sua comida. Na TV passava informações sobre a olimpíada de Pequim, ele assistia atento. Quando terminou a reportagem, ele passou um tempo calado, depois olhou pra mim e disse: - 'eu não entendo como a gente vive num mundo só e num lugar é dia e no outro noite!'.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Eu dei um ar de riso e em meu estado normal, teria dado uma boa gargalhada. Mas parei e percebi que ele falou aquilo com a maior inocência e ignorância. Percebi, também, que ele estava esperando uma resposta minha. Eu respondi: - 'mas não é por causa do movimento de rotação da terra?!'. Ele olhou pra mim com uma cara de 'fale português por favor'. E eu expliquei como funcionava os movimentos da Terra e do sol e como são determinados os dias e as noites. Peguei umas coisas na mesa e exemplifiquei, me perdi em minhas explicações, e quando percebi, ele estava olhando e ouvindo esta 'explicação', como uma criança olha os preparativos para uma festa [principalmente a parte dos doces]. Quando vi sua fome e vontade de aprender uma coisa tão simples, tão besta que qualquer criança de 8 anos sabe explicar, pude perceber quão ingratos muitas vezes somos. Quanta diferença há no mundo. E num mundo tão próximo que às vezes nem percebemos.Eu mesma, vivo reclamando por não poder fazer mais do que faço, por querer fazer algumas coisas e o dinheiro não dá, alguns cursos que não posso pagar, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;objetos&lt;/span&gt; que não posso ter... Outro dia fui a praia, perto de minha casa com uns amigos, e fomos assaltados por ladrões armados que mal sabiam falar. Tomaram minha mochila [contendo 7 celulares, 2 MP4, 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt;, 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;câmera&lt;/span&gt; digital, carteiras de couro e dinheiro], levaram apenas os celulares, um dos MP4 [que por sinal, parecia um celular] e o dinheiro. A ignorância era tanta que deixaram a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;câmera&lt;/span&gt; e as outras coisas de valor. E eu penso que fizeram isso por não conhecerem os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;objetos&lt;/span&gt;.Um amigo meu chegou a comentar que teve até medo de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;chingar&lt;/span&gt; eles ou falar mais algumas coisas e eles não entenderem. Nós chegamos a rir na hora, mas depois, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nostalgicamente&lt;/span&gt; fiquei pensando no ocorrido.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Desde aí, venho pensando em como a educação, o 'saber' pode mudar a vida das pessoas. Quanto de oportunidade essas pessoas não tiveram?!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;O que poderia ser diferente se eles tivessem estudado, ou tivessem um pai ou uma mãe preocupados, zelosos, ou até mesmo quisessem mudar suas vidas e sair da mediocridade.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Só sei que o pouquinho do meu conhecimento que compartilhei hoje, me deixou mais feliz por ter tido essa oportunidade do que ficou feliz a pessoa que pôde receber as informações. O sorriso, por saber e uma dúvida tirada de uma pessoa, que não teve muitas oportunidades na vida e que é taxado de louco, bêbado, imprestável, como o já vi sendo tratado por colegas de trabalho. O 'doce' que ele conseguiu ganhar por sua 'obediência', como acontece com as crianças. E a oportunidade que me causou de me sentir grata e bem.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Isso tudo pode não ter sentido para algumas pessoas, mas pra mim faz... E como faz! Talvez agora, se pudesse compraria um alto falante de alcance mundial e sairia tirando dúvidas de pessoas como esse meu funcionário, se eu visse um sorriso daqueles no rosto de cada um.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Mas, é a vida, são as pessoas, o sistema. Cabe a nós, tentar mudar o mínimo que seja!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Me chamem de louca, utópica, idiota, do que quiserem. Cada um pensa o que quer, fala o que quer e ouve o que muitas vezes não quer.
E essa sou eu: louca, utópica, idiota, crente, esperançosa... e todos os outros mais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;adjetivos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;otimistas&lt;/span&gt; que eu conheço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;=]&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2679602537226023504-474405794124587922?l=mayharasunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/474405794124587922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679602537226023504&amp;postID=474405794124587922&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/474405794124587922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/474405794124587922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/2008/08/saber.html' title='Saber!'/><author><name>May Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15641879685418126209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SsN2bybbMpI/AAAAAAAAASg/_gxKa9WJzmY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+mas200918.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SJndtcckcGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ujHuNMszxiI/s72-c/l%C3%A1pis.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679602537226023504.post-4172032472541740322</id><published>2008-07-17T13:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T14:14:31.318-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Imaginar, criar sem registrar é de graça e ainda traz ânimo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SH990_8lsSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/obwVes90Adw/s1600-h/100_2566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224032442245296418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SH990_8lsSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/obwVes90Adw/s320/100_2566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;As melhores pessoas vivem pulando. Pedindo a Deus para que um dia possam voar&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Mayhara Freitas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Estava eu, pensando em coisas legais, a fim de alegrar meu dia, conversando com pessoas legais, fazendo meu trabalho legal, ouvindo músicas legais... (Aff, tanta coisa legal!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Pois é, eu estava... E tive um acesso de criatividade! Imaginem só, que eu consegui organizar um pensamento meu em uma frase! Pois é meus amigos, esta pessoa de cabelo loiro que vos escreve conseguiu essa façanha! Que vocês gostem ou não, eu gostei! Inté a próxima...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2679602537226023504-4172032472541740322?l=mayharasunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4172032472541740322/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679602537226023504&amp;postID=4172032472541740322&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/4172032472541740322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/4172032472541740322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/2008/07/imaginar-criar-sem-registrar-de-graa-e.html' title='Imaginar, criar sem registrar é de graça e ainda traz ânimo!'/><author><name>May Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15641879685418126209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SsN2bybbMpI/AAAAAAAAASg/_gxKa9WJzmY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+mas200918.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SH990_8lsSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/obwVes90Adw/s72-c/100_2566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679602537226023504.post-8585092629317833033</id><published>2008-07-08T14:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T14:38:25.503-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SHOl2I7ualI/AAAAAAAAAIs/FcL9sG_ndyg/s1600-h/CÃ³pia+(2)+de+100_2550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220698742582045266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SHOl2I7ualI/AAAAAAAAAIs/FcL9sG_ndyg/s200/C%C3%B3pia+(2)+de+100_2550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;



&lt;div&gt;"É melhor tentαr e fαlhαr que preocupαr-se em ver α vidα pαssαr, é melhor tentαr, αindα que em vão,sentαr-se fαzendo nαdα αté o finαl. Eu prefiro nα chuvα cαminhαr, que em diαs tristes em cαsα me esconder,prefiro ser feliz, emborα loucα,que em conformidαde viver."&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Mαrtin Luther King) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Palavras de incentivo de uma amiga, irmã, prima, companheira...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pó, amo tu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2679602537226023504-8585092629317833033?l=mayharasunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8585092629317833033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679602537226023504&amp;postID=8585092629317833033&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/8585092629317833033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/8585092629317833033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/2008/07/pensamentos.html' title='Pensamentos...'/><author><name>May Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15641879685418126209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SsN2bybbMpI/AAAAAAAAASg/_gxKa9WJzmY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+mas200918.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SHOl2I7ualI/AAAAAAAAAIs/FcL9sG_ndyg/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+(2)+de+100_2550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679602537226023504.post-1531654110815682055</id><published>2008-06-25T15:12:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T17:14:22.320-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusões...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Metade de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Agora é assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;De um lado a poesia, o verbo, a saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Do outro a luta, a força e a coragem pra chegar no fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;E o fim é belo incerto... depende de como você vê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;O novo, o credo, a fé que você deposita em você e só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;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="font-family:Trebuchet MS;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="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SGKKpklPKRI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ZdTiru4H_Yo/s1600-h/26_foto_316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215883765247584530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SGKKpklPKRI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ZdTiru4H_Yo/s320/26_foto_316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2679602537226023504-1531654110815682055?l=mayharasunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1531654110815682055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679602537226023504&amp;postID=1531654110815682055&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/1531654110815682055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/1531654110815682055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/2008/06/confuses.html' title='Confusões...'/><author><name>May Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15641879685418126209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SsN2bybbMpI/AAAAAAAAASg/_gxKa9WJzmY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+mas200918.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SGKKpklPKRI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ZdTiru4H_Yo/s72-c/26_foto_316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679602537226023504.post-5851959506436288226</id><published>2008-06-12T12:59:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T13:28:01.839-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E lá vamos nós pra mais um dia 12 de Junho. Um pouco diferente, fato. Esse dia doze está bem mais verde e iluminado. Lembra um sorridente campo de mato baixinho com uma casinha ao fundo, onde, na varanda, dois lesos vivem felizes. Parecendo que o mundo inteiro se resume ali. Por que não há em outro lugar nem em outros portos jamais houve tamanha felicidade pra eles, a não ser essa simplicidade de dizer que se amam todos os dias, e tais palavras fazem toda a diferença. Demorou uns três anos, entre “foras que a vida nos deu” ela “com certeza estava juntando você e eu”. Assim então se formou um “bom dia, olha as flores que eu trouxe pra você amor”. Até que já não era tempo de esconder mais nada e...”meu bem você me trás o mundo aos meus pés...”. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como poesia sem meio nem fim, é escrita a história do raio de sol e do pastel, felizes, no campo dentro da casinha, ou, longe. Mas juntos, “aqui, ali, em qualquer lugar.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feito um oito deitado&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;



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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sábado, tive a oportunidade de participar de uma oficina de poesia. (Nem sei o que bem fui fazer lá, todo mundo fazendo poesias e eu corrigindo ou dando dicas, mas num produzi uma!) Foi muito bom, sou uma excelente apreciadora das artes com as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;letrinhas&lt;/span&gt;... E pude adquirir um melhor conhecimento sobre esse assunto. O instrutor do curso, José de Castro (excelente escritor, por sinal), citou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Drumond&lt;/span&gt;, quando ele fala que a poesia nasce &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;conosco&lt;/span&gt;, mas com o tempo perdemos ela, devido às coisas da vida... Eu concordo com ele, eu sou exemplo vivo disso, por um bom tempo a poesia não fez parte da minha vida. Mas também acredito que a poesia não se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;constrói&lt;/span&gt; apenas com palavras, existem diversas maneiras de se fazerem poesia, o fato de se falar de uma coisa com sentimento, a própria forma de falar, as artes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cênicas&lt;/span&gt;, a música, os números (minha forma de poesia), tudo pode se tornar numa poesia, desde as coisas mais sombrias às mais iluminadas, das mais sem-graça às mais graciosas, das velhas e às novas, das feias às bonitas ...
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Na hora, falei pra minha mãe que ela tinha tirado a poesia da minha vida! (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ha&lt;/span&gt;) Mas não foi não, ela só foi modelada, eu acho! Ah e tem a parte da música também... Minha vida é cercada de poesia, mesmo nos dias em que sou uma "Caca inanimada" posso perceber isso! Acredito que o maior poeta foi Deus =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Se bem que tem horas que eu perco o saco pra isso de poesia e tudo mais... (Pois é, eleições, daqui a pouco isso vai estar povoado de conversas políticas =] ) Mas acho que a única poesia que não pode faltar é a música, isso está impregnada em mim, seja &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ativa&lt;/span&gt; ou passivamente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;O que não pode deixar de existir mesmo, são os sentimentos, isso não, se não daí a poesia morre =(
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fica o recado pra quem ler essa porcaria publicada por mim: procurem fazer da sua vida poesia pois ela foi criada pelo maior poeta que existe! Se quiserem fazer críticas, estou aberta a recebê-las!! (Isso tudinho foi da minha loira &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cabecinha&lt;/span&gt;, sem consultar referências, estou evoluindo!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Inté&lt;/span&gt; a próxima (Mesmo com esse acesso do que eu chamo de criatividade, a preguiça não vai embora, portanto, findo este &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;!)... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Indecisão&lt;/strong&gt;: é quando você sabe muito bem o que quer, mas acha que deveria querer outra coisa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Lí isso no profile do orkut de Pollyana... Daí, furtei... Achei bem apropriado pra me definir hoje!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Me pergunto: onde foi parar minha razão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Têm acontecido coisas estes dias que nem eu mesma me entendo! E como sou muito racional, estou me estranhando, nessa minha fase muito "menininha" sentimental! Mas achoq eu tem me feito bem, só não se pode esquecer a racionalidade, né? Se não tudo fica sem propósito! &lt;strong&gt;=]&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/2679602537226023504-5471782471817302110?l=mayharasunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5471782471817302110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679602537226023504&amp;postID=5471782471817302110&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/5471782471817302110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/5471782471817302110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/2008/05/me-pergunto-onde-foi-parar-minha-razo.html' title=''/><author><name>May Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15641879685418126209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SsN2bybbMpI/AAAAAAAAASg/_gxKa9WJzmY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+mas200918.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SCnfOHiPsxI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wsoQcSG4Tjs/s72-c/DSC02223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679602537226023504.post-6350738917766191349</id><published>2008-05-07T13:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T14:51:59.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Previsão do Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SCHop6VwPEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QbiL4F-7dlM/s1600-h/chuva+e+sol.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197691251695041602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="223" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SCHop6VwPEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QbiL4F-7dlM/s200/chuva+e+sol.JPG" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;O tempo aqui em Natal anda meio doido, hora chove que parece um dilúvio, hora o sol castiga. É uma complicação que está fazendo um monte de gente adoecer &lt;strong&gt;=/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acredito que não só no meu exterior acontecem essas variações climáticas... Meus dias têm sido de chuva, sol, tempestades, dias lindos e agradáveis, uma confusão só! (Será que é por causa do Efeito Estufa? Ai Jesus!) Enfim, vida boa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aperriada&lt;/span&gt;, o povo costuma dizer, mas num acho não viu? Eu gosto é da calmaria, do balanço das ondas, da brisa leve e presente no meu rosto e ser feliz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Embora reconheça ser uma "Metamorfose Ambulante", tem acontecido umas coisas estranhas comigo estes dias! Nem sei se é bom ou ruim!tenho escrito, falado, me impondo, vivendo... Novas pessoas, novas coisas, sensações, humor. Pelas caridade, o que está acontecendo comigo?! Mas uma coisa eu sei, tenho buscado ser melhor... Em tudo, fazer o meu melhor e melhorar o mundo dos que convivem comigo. (Será que estou doente pelas mudanças climáticas?! Dentro de mim, como fora?! Ai Jesus, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tô&lt;/span&gt; pirando!) Bom, minhas teorias não importam! Ou importam?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;As coisas estão acontecendo tão rápido que mal estão dando pra ser notadas a olho &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nu&lt;/span&gt;, ou estão? Os dias foram preenchidos assim: trabalho, estudar, festa infantil, compras, gincana &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;beneficente&lt;/span&gt; (que por sinal, meu grupo ganhou), rever gente, conhecer novas e novas sensações, brigas, discussões... Tanta coisa... Pode caber tanto assim em alguém?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Camila&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Airam&lt;/span&gt; me falaram algumas coisas que tenho pensado, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mainha&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;painho&lt;/span&gt; também, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Janete&lt;/span&gt; (gente, amo vocês, mesmo sabendo que nem vêm aqui ler isso &lt;strong&gt;=]&lt;/strong&gt;). Tenho lido palavras inspiradoras que estão me ajudando a estar mais perto de Deus e a ser melhor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu mapa do tesouro: "Aprendam com o passado. Preparem-se para o futuro. Vivam o presente." (Thomas S. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Monson&lt;/span&gt;) Meu tesouro é a felicidade, os dias não estão sendo fáceis, acredito que pra ninguém... Mas tenho buscado fazer o meu melhor, pro meu Pai Celestial, Pra meus pais terrenos e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pros&lt;/span&gt; outros que amo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah! preciso de carinho...(Coisa mais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;cliché&lt;/span&gt;! Mas é verdade!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho tanto mais a escrever, mas morro de preguiça! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2679602537226023504-6350738917766191349?l=mayharasunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6350738917766191349/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679602537226023504&amp;postID=6350738917766191349&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/6350738917766191349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/6350738917766191349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/2008/05/previso-do-tempo.html' title='Previsão do Tempo'/><author><name>May Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15641879685418126209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SsN2bybbMpI/AAAAAAAAASg/_gxKa9WJzmY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+mas200918.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SCHop6VwPEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QbiL4F-7dlM/s72-c/chuva+e+sol.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679602537226023504.post-3432974504421249327</id><published>2008-04-28T16:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T16:32:01.222-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SBYlWpyrNnI/AAAAAAAAAGE/OB_0IZLMg3E/s1600-h/felicidade_bolhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194380291324196466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SBYlWpyrNnI/AAAAAAAAAGE/OB_0IZLMg3E/s200/felicidade_bolhas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Lute sempre pelo bem, deixe sua luz brilhar, defenda a honra e a verdade com valor. A verdade te libertará e a vitória alcançarás e tudo o que é mal perderá o poder. Faze o bem!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2679602537226023504-3432974504421249327?l=mayharasunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3432974504421249327/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679602537226023504&amp;postID=3432974504421249327&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/3432974504421249327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/3432974504421249327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/2008/04/lute-sempre-pelo-bem-deixe-sua-luz.html' title=''/><author><name>May Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15641879685418126209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SsN2bybbMpI/AAAAAAAAASg/_gxKa9WJzmY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+mas200918.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SBYlWpyrNnI/AAAAAAAAAGE/OB_0IZLMg3E/s72-c/felicidade_bolhas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679602537226023504.post-8469894502970870010</id><published>2008-04-24T16:37:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T17:16:40.834-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SBDjIJyrNgI/AAAAAAAAAE4/0o2yICnQw98/s1600-h/waiting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SBDjIJyrNgI/AAAAAAAAAE4/0o2yICnQw98/s320/waiting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192900099565106690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Hoje pela manhã eu ouvi durante quase uma hora "Como nossos pais" de Ellis Regina, fiquei pensando nos que me antecederam, tive pesquisando estes dias e vi um homem, patriarca da minha família aqui no estado e vendo algumas características suas dos anos de mil setecentos e lá vai bolinhas, é como se estivesse me vendo, ou meus tios e primos...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;    Não tem como fugir, estamos presos a laços, tradições, genes, amor... Tanta coisa... Fico ouvindo histórias dos meus pais, meus avós, e quando quero me perder, achar que sou diferente, caio na real, eu sou produto deles, apenas uma versão mais moderna e melhorada. Num tem pr'onde correr, eles eram como eu, talvez melhores, nem sei, só sei que quando descubro e procuro, aprendo amá-los cada vez mais e sou grata por  ser quem sou...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;     Acredito que a vida é uma roda gigante... (Tô com preguiça de explicar, portanto entendam!)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Ando seguindo seus passos... E gosto disso!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;    Mas são tantas coisas na cabeça, viajo demais em meus pensamentos. Acho que estou prestes a explodir de tanto amor que emana de mim! Quem tiver peto de mim hoje, ganha abraço e beijo (na bochecha, é claro) acho que falta pouco pras coisas se ajeitarem...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Hoje eu amo tudo e todos =]&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Mais ainda meus pais e os que os antecederam!!! Muito obrigada por terem me ajudado a ser quem sou hoje!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;P.S. Novo amiguinho hoje... Rubian, super gente fina!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Verde, minha cor preferida e pra demonstrar minha esperança =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2679602537226023504-8469894502970870010?l=mayharasunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8469894502970870010/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679602537226023504&amp;postID=8469894502970870010&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/8469894502970870010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/8469894502970870010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/2008/04/hoje-pela-manh-eu-ouvi-durante-quase.html' title=''/><author><name>May Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15641879685418126209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SsN2bybbMpI/AAAAAAAAASg/_gxKa9WJzmY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+mas200918.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SBDjIJyrNgI/AAAAAAAAAE4/0o2yICnQw98/s72-c/waiting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679602537226023504.post-1413577270630273760</id><published>2008-04-03T16:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T16:52:56.736-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/R_U1WEiWYgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Zz7srIvdzZQ/s1600-h/100_0844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/R_U1WEiWYgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Zz7srIvdzZQ/s320/100_0844.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185109199278203394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;h2  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu, por Nando Reis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;

&lt;h2 style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dentro do mesmo time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;h2 style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" id="sz"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nando Reis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Entra pela porta da frente
Mas pula para o banco de trás
Abre a janela contente
Pra ver o sol fervendo no ar
E depois que o olhou
Fica sem falar

Escolhe o esmalte meticulosamente
Por ver razões na cor, que irão se explicar
Pra tudo funcionar simplesmente
Como gesto espontâneo, invulgar
E depois da cor
O que virá?

Se o mundo combinar felicidade e tristeza
Dentro do mesmo time
Lugar que não se vá
É o que há pra duvidar
Se é só isso que existe
Vai confirmar o olho que olhou
Ou esperar o sonho
Que ninguém sonhou
Onde você quer chegar

Espalha graça ao pleno presente
E mesmo ausente é doce sua falta
Espelho é o mar, o lago, meus dentes
Com um beijo posso ver sua alma
E depois que eu vou
Não vou voltar.

Enorme o seu lugar, quase o vento
Mas é dentro de mim mesmo que cabe
Não há vogais a mais no silêncio
Que morre se faltar a palavra
E depois falou:
- preciso mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&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/2679602537226023504-1413577270630273760?l=mayharasunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1413577270630273760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679602537226023504&amp;postID=1413577270630273760&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/1413577270630273760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/1413577270630273760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/2008/04/eu-por-nando-reis-dentro-do-mesmo-time.html' title=''/><author><name>May Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15641879685418126209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SsN2bybbMpI/AAAAAAAAASg/_gxKa9WJzmY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+mas200918.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/R_U1WEiWYgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Zz7srIvdzZQ/s72-c/100_0844.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679602537226023504.post-6991801217127652162</id><published>2008-02-14T16:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T17:12:43.420-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje - 14 de Fevereiro de 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/R7Sfo1ht8tI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HoJnwfPeNV8/s1600-h/CORACAO%2520na%2520praia%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/R7Sfo1ht8tI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HoJnwfPeNV8/s320/CORACAO%2520na%2520praia%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166930196412887762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;    Há dias em que acordo assim, pensando no que fiz, no que deixei de fazer, no que quero fazer, no que posso fazer, no que não posso fazer, minha vida chega, por um instante,  não ter sentido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;
     Há algum tempo decidi sentir mais ao invés de apenas pensar e calcular, puro raciocínio, mas acho que isso não me fez bem, hoje, só queria desistir de algumas coisas e estar com algumas pessoas que amo, fazer com que todos pudessem me ver como eu realmente sou, não como querem que eu seja...
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;    E essa música...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;h2 style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" id="sz"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" id="sz"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Túnel do Tempo - Frejat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nosso encontro aconteceu como eu imaginava
Você não me reconheceu, mas  fingiu que não era nada
Eu sei que alguma coisa minha, em você ficou  guardada &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;
Como num filme mudo antes da invenção das palavras
Afinei  os meus ouvidos pra escutar suas chamadas &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;
Sinais do corpo eu sei ler nas  nossas conversas demoradas &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;
Mas há dias em que nada faz sentido
E o  sinais que me ligam ao mundo se desligam &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;
Eu sei que uma rede invisível  irá me salvar &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;
O impossível me espera do lado de lá &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;
Eu salto pro alto eu  vou em frente &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;
De volta pro presente
Sozinho no escuro nesse túnel do  tempo &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;
Sigo o sinal que me liga à corrente dos sentimentos &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;
Onde se  encontra a chave que me devolverá
O sentido das palavras ou uma imagem  familiar &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;
Mas há dias em que nada faz sentido &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;
E os sinais que me ligam ao  mundo se desligam &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &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/2679602537226023504-6991801217127652162?l=mayharasunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6991801217127652162/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679602537226023504&amp;postID=6991801217127652162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/6991801217127652162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/6991801217127652162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/2008/02/hoje-14-de-fevereiro-de-2008.html' title='Hoje - 14 de Fevereiro de 2008'/><author><name>May Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15641879685418126209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SsN2bybbMpI/AAAAAAAAASg/_gxKa9WJzmY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+mas200918.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/R7Sfo1ht8tI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HoJnwfPeNV8/s72-c/CORACAO%2520na%2520praia%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679602537226023504.post-679874106035682301</id><published>2007-09-22T12:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T13:15:21.096-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Praia de Pirangi - 15 de setembro de 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acho que coloquei as fotos na ordem errada, mas aí estão!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esse dia foi muito bom!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU-lqUTmHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5X8kuoJLi8g/s1600-h/IMG0037C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113061768684607602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU-lqUTmHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5X8kuoJLi8g/s320/IMG0037C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Essa... Não sei pra quem vai...
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU-GKUTmGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/d_c9RiCHQaQ/s1600-h/IMG0036C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113061227518728290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU-GKUTmGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/d_c9RiCHQaQ/s320/IMG0036C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alexandre, essa foi pra tu!!!

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU9yaUTmFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/zhZZJg2JBq4/s1600-h/IMG0035B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113060888216311890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU9yaUTmFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/zhZZJg2JBq4/s320/IMG0035B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Já indo embora...


&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU9R6UTmEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/oK7VgVVCStk/s1600-h/IMG0034C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113060329870563394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU9R6UTmEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/oK7VgVVCStk/s320/IMG0034C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eu e biga: again!!!



&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU8zKUTmDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/A0NMciKq6Us/s1600-h/IMG0030D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113059801589585970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU8zKUTmDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/A0NMciKq6Us/s320/IMG0030D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olha o detalhe: Camila me fotografando e espelhada no óculos!!!




&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU70qUTmCI/AAAAAAAAADs/Wg0T3Mk7GkU/s1600-h/IMG0023C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113058727847761954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU70qUTmCI/AAAAAAAAADs/Wg0T3Mk7GkU/s320/IMG0023C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;





&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU7G6UTmBI/AAAAAAAAADk/-s05JlEkMi4/s1600-h/IMG0022A.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Molhadas...

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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU6sqUTmAI/AAAAAAAAADc/NTo8ho4bl20/s1600-h/IMG0019B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113057490897180674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU6sqUTmAI/AAAAAAAAADc/NTo8ho4bl20/s320/IMG0019B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Acho que já foi: saí da toca!!!







&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU6aKUTl_I/AAAAAAAAADU/aoj4JRKhSZs/s1600-h/IMG0018B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113057173069600754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU6aKUTl_I/AAAAAAAAADU/aoj4JRKhSZs/s320/IMG0018B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lá vem a polícia!!! Se esconde!!! hihihihi...








&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU56KUTl-I/AAAAAAAAADM/Q8jB22R6QXg/s1600-h/IMG0017D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113056623313786850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU56KUTl-I/AAAAAAAAADM/Q8jB22R6QXg/s320/IMG0017D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camila é grande!!! Hihihihi...









&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU5a6UTl9I/AAAAAAAAADE/dLbr96RMt0U/s1600-h/IMG0016C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113056086442874834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU5a6UTl9I/AAAAAAAAADE/dLbr96RMt0U/s320/IMG0016C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ~~~~Joelma ficou estranha...~~~~










&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU5IqUTl8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/WFYVmcbVw1s/s1600-h/IMG0015B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113055772910262210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU5IqUTl8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/WFYVmcbVw1s/s320/IMG0015B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do outro lado agora...











&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU4wKUTl7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/50IGdxkrEvI/s1600-h/IMG0014C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113055352003467186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU4wKUTl7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/50IGdxkrEvI/s320/IMG0014C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Posso ouvir o vento passar..." Mas ele deve deixar meu cabelo!!!












&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU4haUTl6I/AAAAAAAAACs/4q4aX1Gy6z4/s1600-h/IMG0013D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113055098600396706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU4haUTl6I/AAAAAAAAACs/4q4aX1Gy6z4/s320/IMG0013D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dessa vez, Gardênia quase não vê! rsrsrsrsrsrs













&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU4D6UTl5I/AAAAAAAAACk/mkcBmnhl6Fk/s1600-h/IMG0012D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113054591794255762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU4D6UTl5I/AAAAAAAAACk/mkcBmnhl6Fk/s320/IMG0012D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As macacas: Joelma não vê, eu não escuto e Camila não ouve!!!














&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU3WqUTl4I/AAAAAAAAACc/rAzZPYJWmwU/s1600-h/IMG0011D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113053814405175170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU3WqUTl4I/AAAAAAAAACc/rAzZPYJWmwU/s320/IMG0011D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O vestido ainda voa muito!!! rsrsrsrsrsrsrsrs















&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU25KUTl3I/AAAAAAAAACU/5z_DL3lj3QA/s1600-h/IMG0010F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113053307599034226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU25KUTl3I/AAAAAAAAACU/5z_DL3lj3QA/s320/IMG0010F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Titanic" - Pena que não ficou tão legal!!! Pirangi é linda!
















&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU2iKUTl2I/AAAAAAAAACM/Dm4wfDUbdmI/s1600-h/IMG0009B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113052912462042978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU2iKUTl2I/AAAAAAAAACM/Dm4wfDUbdmI/s320/IMG0009B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Achamos essa escada e... olha a foto!!! Eu, Camila e Elton. Ô povo doido!!!

















&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU2BKUTl1I/AAAAAAAAACE/sDoASB39v4s/s1600-h/IMG0008E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113052345526359890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU2BKUTl1I/AAAAAAAAACE/sDoASB39v4s/s320/IMG0008E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Não sei se due pra perceber, mas estávamos em cima dos marcadores de uma garagem, se os donos nos vissem.... Hihihihi...


















&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU1wqUTl0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0CgmNP67BNQ/s1600-h/IMG0007A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113052062058518338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU1wqUTl0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0CgmNP67BNQ/s320/IMG0007A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .........



















&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU1b6UTlzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/GrYhAkuEn0Y/s1600-h/IMG0006B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113051705576232754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU1b6UTlzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/GrYhAkuEn0Y/s320/IMG0006B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O vestido insistia em voar!!!




















&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU0oqUTlyI/AAAAAAAAABs/ML5KDi-Nv0U/s1600-h/IMG0005B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113050825107937058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU0oqUTlyI/AAAAAAAAABs/ML5KDi-Nv0U/s320/IMG0005B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Essa sombra era tudo de bom!!!





















&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU0D6UTlxI/AAAAAAAAABk/ONm1keY0Vek/s1600-h/IMG0004C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113050193747744530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU0D6UTlxI/AAAAAAAAABk/ONm1keY0Vek/s320/IMG0004C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eu: Iluminada!!!






















&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvUzzKUTlwI/AAAAAAAAABc/7IZO3ljLU2M/s1600-h/IMG0003B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113049905984935682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvUzzKUTlwI/AAAAAAAAABc/7IZO3ljLU2M/s320/IMG0003B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Agora melhorou!!!























&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvUyn6UTlvI/AAAAAAAAABU/eQT3mNN60_U/s1600-h/IMG0002A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113048613199779570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvUyn6UTlvI/AAAAAAAAABU/eQT3mNN60_U/s320/IMG0002A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu e Camila(sempre eu de pano de fundo! rssrsrsrs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;























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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2679602537226023504-679874106035682301?l=mayharasunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/679874106035682301/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679602537226023504&amp;postID=679874106035682301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/679874106035682301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/679874106035682301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/2007/09/praia-de-pirangi-15-de-setembro-de-2007.html' title='Praia de Pirangi - 15 de setembro de 2007'/><author><name>May Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15641879685418126209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SsN2bybbMpI/AAAAAAAAASg/_gxKa9WJzmY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+mas200918.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RvU-lqUTmHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5X8kuoJLi8g/s72-c/IMG0037C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679602537226023504.post-6961078436223865034</id><published>2007-07-11T18:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T19:13:44.524-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RpVVn-w1TfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/EKeokgTFleA/s1600-h/tulipas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086065499535920626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RpVVn-w1TfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/EKeokgTFleA/s320/tulipas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Soneto XXIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(William Shakespeare)
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Como no palco o ator que é imperfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Faz mal o seu papel só por temor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ou quem, por ter repleto de ódio o peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Vê o coração quebrar-se num tremor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Em mim, por timidez, fica omitido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;O rito mais solene da paixão;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;E o meu amor eu vejo enfraquecido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Vergado pela própria dimensão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Seja meu livro então minha eloqüência,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Arauto mudo do que diz meu peito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Que implora amor e busca recompensa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mais que a língua que mais o tenha feito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Saiba ler o que escreve o amor calado:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ouvir com os olhos é do amor o fado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amei este soneto desde a primeira vez que li! Há uns 8 anos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sempre achei parecido comigo!!! Junto com as tulipas então...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2679602537226023504-6961078436223865034?l=mayharasunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6961078436223865034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679602537226023504&amp;postID=6961078436223865034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/6961078436223865034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/6961078436223865034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/2007/07/soneto-xxiii-william-shakespeare-como.html' title=''/><author><name>May Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15641879685418126209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SsN2bybbMpI/AAAAAAAAASg/_gxKa9WJzmY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+mas200918.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RpVVn-w1TfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/EKeokgTFleA/s72-c/tulipas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679602537226023504.post-983140458052752129</id><published>2007-07-06T20:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T18:41:28.771-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RpVObew1TeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JcuGc0s0q70/s1600-h/IMG0070A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086057588206161378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RpVObew1TeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JcuGc0s0q70/s320/IMG0070A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Preciso aprender:&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Entre razões e emoções, a saída é fazer valer a pena!"&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="right"&gt;(NxZero)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2679602537226023504-983140458052752129?l=mayharasunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/983140458052752129/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679602537226023504&amp;postID=983140458052752129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/983140458052752129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/983140458052752129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/2007/07/preciso-aprender-entre-razes-e-emoes.html' title=''/><author><name>May Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15641879685418126209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SsN2bybbMpI/AAAAAAAAASg/_gxKa9WJzmY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+mas200918.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RpVObew1TeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JcuGc0s0q70/s72-c/IMG0070A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679602537226023504.post-6675121537723304932</id><published>2007-06-01T21:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T21:29:10.441-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos...</title><content type='html'>Pensar, pensar, pensar...
Sentir, sentir, sentir...
De tanto pensar, às vezes, acho que não sinto...
Outras, acho que sinto demais...
Pôr em primeiro lugar um ego de uma mente moralizada...
Não sei...Não sei...
Saber discernir entre um coração daqueles vermelhinho, conotativo, e um órgão que faz com que vivamos...
Salvador...não sei se sou grata o suficiente...
Mainha...ô mulher sábia...
Me ensinou e ensina tanto...
Painho...que coração...
A meninice nunca o deixou...
Irmãos...Vovó...Família...Cachorros...Amigos...Hormônios...
Me fazem ser o que sou...
Me fazem pensar, agir, sentir...
Ler e ver fatos, atos...
Sempre assim...
Pensar, pensar, amar...
DECIDIR...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2679602537226023504-6675121537723304932?l=mayharasunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6675121537723304932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679602537226023504&amp;postID=6675121537723304932&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/6675121537723304932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/6675121537723304932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/2007/06/pensamentos.html' title='Pensamentos...'/><author><name>May Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15641879685418126209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SsN2bybbMpI/AAAAAAAAASg/_gxKa9WJzmY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+mas200918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679602537226023504.post-6194674314051744743</id><published>2007-04-27T14:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T16:18:49.414-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser Feliz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RjI3zO9bfZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/p0mNiEHAEMg/s1600-h/Felicidade1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058166684819094930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RjI3zO9bfZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/p0mNiEHAEMg/s320/Felicidade1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ser feliz pode ser:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sonhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Estar junto de quem se ama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Estar perto de Deus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pensar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Planejar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Comer(rsrsrs)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Dormir(rsrsrs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sorrir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Brincar(é brincar)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ver o pôr do sol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A lua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;As estrelas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;O mar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sentir o vento no rosto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ouvir uma boa música...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Esperar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Observar o tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Simplesmente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Aproveitar cada minutinho da vida, cada scrap(rsrsrs), cada email, telefonema, beijos e abraços de painho e mainha e ser feliz!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&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/2679602537226023504-6194674314051744743?l=mayharasunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6194674314051744743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679602537226023504&amp;postID=6194674314051744743&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/6194674314051744743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/6194674314051744743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/2007/04/ser-feliz.html' title='Ser Feliz...'/><author><name>May Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15641879685418126209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SsN2bybbMpI/AAAAAAAAASg/_gxKa9WJzmY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+mas200918.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RjI3zO9bfZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/p0mNiEHAEMg/s72-c/Felicidade1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679602537226023504.post-2466687015665242725</id><published>2007-04-26T10:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T10:22:58.753-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/RjClTu9bfYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/f_rJ_XjB7js/s1600-h/sonho1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057724139978849666" style="DISPLAY: block; 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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo Mundo Quer Cuidar de Mim&lt;/strong&gt;
Brava
Composição: Paula Marchesini
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu fico quieta, quase não peço nada &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quando é sobre mim, eu fico calada &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todo mundo quer saber da minha história&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dizem que eu tô sempre tão desligada &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todos estão prontos pra me socorrer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E pedem que eu tome muito cuidado &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E me dizem que viver é perigoso &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E me pedem que eu não saia de casa &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todo mundo quer cuidar de mim &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e na verdade o que eu quero é sair &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todo mundo quer cuidar de mim &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e na verdade o que eu quero é cair &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu fico quieta, quase não peço nada &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quando é sobre mim, eu fico calada &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todo mundo quer saber da minha história&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me perguntam se eu levei muita porrada &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tem sempre alguém querendo ouvir os meus problemas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tem sempre alguém me perguntando como eu tô &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E nem adianta dizer: "Não houve nada" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez pareça que eu tô sempre cansada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todo mundo quer cuidar de mim &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e na verdade o que eu quero é sair &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todo mundo quer cuidar de mim &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e na verdade o que eu quero é cair &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todo mundo tem muita boa vontade &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E eu digo que estou triste, mas eu nem tô &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todo mundo quer cuidar de mim &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todo mundo quer cuidar de mim &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e na verdade o que eu quero é sair &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todo mundo quer cuidar de mim &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e na verdade o que eu quero é cair &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mandaram essa música pra mim e falaram que parecia comigo, sei lá... Só algumas partes!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não quero cair, vou ficar toda "rôxa". hahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É quem tá de fora tem uma visão melhor das coisas,né? Ou não?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Essa é uma pergunta que muitas pessoas gostariam de ter a resposta!!!! O mundo nos oferece muitas oportunidades,boas e más... Que possamos saber escolher!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Formemos nosso caráter o mais cedo possivel! E que possamos conservá-lo...sempre...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nossa vida é algo tão precioso... e as vezes nem sabemos dar o devido valor! Que façamos dela a melhor possível, digna de admiração e seguidores...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que possamos nos lembrar de que precisamos ser nós mesmos e não o que os outros querem que sejamos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pedras de tropeços aparecerão, mas não podemos desanimar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que possamos buscar nas coisas nas pequenas e simples coisas da vida o melhor e a felicidade que nosso Pai Celeste quer que tenhamos!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Escolham sempre a felicidade e a retidão, não importa quais sejam as cincunstancias."(Para o Vigor da Junventude)&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/2679602537226023504-6864085252129264991?l=mayharasunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6864085252129264991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679602537226023504&amp;postID=6864085252129264991&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/6864085252129264991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679602537226023504/posts/default/6864085252129264991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayharasunshine.blogspot.com/2007/04/como-viver.html' title='Como Viver?!...'/><author><name>May Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15641879685418126209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/SsN2bybbMpI/AAAAAAAAASg/_gxKa9WJzmY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+mas200918.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_C_PwRZ4p-NA/Ri-6QO9bfXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aO9jaNfHW8U/s72-c/bolhas40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
