<?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-8809424009859281994</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:46:58.631-08:00</updated><category term='Thaina Sabrine.'/><title type='text'>Momento de reflexão</title><subtitle type='html'>Pensamento tão livre quanto ao céu.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-3980068082634173594</id><published>2011-01-25T07:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T07:11:28.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TT7oAKAamzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/EyLwhl9cbHo/s1600/1295354043983_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TT7oAKAamzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/EyLwhl9cbHo/s320/1295354043983_f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;"Uma grande curiosidade sobre os pingüins é sua fidelidade conjugal: eles costumam passar a vida inteira com o mesmo parceiro. O pingüim quando escolhe sua parceira, só tem relação com ela até seus últimos dias, é fiel, e caso um morra 1º que o outro, ele não arruma mais ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Todos os anos, a partir do mês de agosto, eles começam a namorar. Esse é o mês em que o sol retorna, e começa o ciclo reprodutivo dos pingüins. Surge o fenômeno da construção dos ninhos, que é muito interessante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Eles têm dezesseis semanas para escolher um lugar e construir um ninho. O ninho é feito com pedrinhas; o problema é que o pingüim carrega uma só pedrinha por vez e, quando começa o namoro, a situação é meio caótica - é uma corrida para construir os ninhos o mais rápido possível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Os pingüins trabalham durante dezesseis semanas, vinte e quatro horas por dia, sem parar um minuto, transportando pedrinhas para fazer o ninho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;É um trabalho engraçado porque há vezes em que eles descobrem um monte de pedrinhas e não adianta nada, pois só carregam uma de cada vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Quando alguns casais mais afoitos, mais apaixonados, descobrem muitas pedrinhas em algum lugar, saem os dois juntos para pegá-las de duas em duas; o problema é que, neste caso, ninguém fica cuidando do ninho e, ao retornarem, outros pingüins já roubaram tudo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TT7oAKAamzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/EyLwhl9cbHo/s72-c/1295354043983_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-4692167878969372589</id><published>2011-01-20T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T15:07:19.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="itsnotthateasy:HAHAHA(not)" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfbsh5KDL21qb4rjpo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Big Bang Theory, Sheldon &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;não tem preço rir dele a cada segundo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-4692167878969372589?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/4692167878969372589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/big-bang-theory-sheldon-nao-tem-preco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/4692167878969372589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/4692167878969372589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/big-bang-theory-sheldon-nao-tem-preco.html' title=''/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-6416386090135878609</id><published>2011-01-20T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T15:02:27.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lua</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcyes9zxut1qfrra6o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em qualquer fase, ao olha-lá é como se toda magia entrasse em meus olhos, como se cada pedacinho me fizesse acreditar no quão perfeito é o que ilumina todas as noites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-1463186464723657801</id><published>2011-01-20T14:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T14:59:22.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="warllyssong:O amor é paciente. O amor é amável. O amor não inveja, não ostenta. O amor não é orgulhoso. O amor não é rude, não procura o seu próprio interesse. O amor não se irrita facilmente, não guarda memória dos erros. O amor não se alegra com o mal, mas regozija-se com a verdade. Ele protege sempre, ele confia sempre, ele tem sempre esperança, ele tem sempre perseverança. O amor nunca falha.1º Cor. 13, 4-8" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf12wuD0uM1qebvaro1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso, uma troca de olhares, pensamentos se cruzam.. é, amar não é para qualquer um, purifica o coração de cada ser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-1463186464723657801?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/1463186464723657801/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/um-sorriso-uma-troca-de-olhares.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/1463186464723657801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/1463186464723657801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/um-sorriso-uma-troca-de-olhares.html' title=''/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-2718285234792569389</id><published>2011-01-19T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T14:12:21.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TTdhgPhntFI/AAAAAAAAAFs/45aSHfrvfVQ/s1600/tumblr_ldr840sFQk1qfz281o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TTdhgPhntFI/AAAAAAAAAFs/45aSHfrvfVQ/s320/tumblr_ldr840sFQk1qfz281o1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;O abraço é troca de carinho mais gostosa que possa existir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-2718285234792569389?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/2718285234792569389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/abraco-e-troca-de-carinho-mais-gostosa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/2718285234792569389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/2718285234792569389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/abraco-e-troca-de-carinho-mais-gostosa.html' title=''/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TTdhgPhntFI/AAAAAAAAAFs/45aSHfrvfVQ/s72-c/tumblr_ldr840sFQk1qfz281o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-5307917271497622431</id><published>2011-01-19T14:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T14:10:24.485-08:00</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/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TTdhQ_Z9pkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/UtyM3qLKpSE/s1600/tumblr_lekrv5Lolj1qcbra0o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TTdhQ_Z9pkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/UtyM3qLKpSE/s320/tumblr_lekrv5Lolj1qcbra0o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;“Porque, pra viver de verdade, a gente tem que quebrar a cara. Tem que tentar e não conseguir. Achar que vai dar e ver que não deu. Querer muito e não alcançar. Ter e perder. Tem que ter coragem de olhar no fundo dos olhos de alguém que a gente ama e dizer uma coisa terrível, mas que tem que ser dita. Tem que ter coragem de olhar no fundo dos olhos de alguém que a gente ama e ouvir uma coisa terrível, que tem que ser ouvida. A vida é incontornável. A gente perde, leva porrada, é passado pra trás, cai. Dói, ai, dói demais. Mas passa. Está vendo essa dor que agora samba no seu peito de salto agulha? Você ainda vai olhá-la no fundo dos olhos e rir da cara dela. Juro que estou falando a verdade. Eu não minto. Vai passar.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="font-style: italic; font-weight: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic; font-weight: inherit;"&gt;Caio F.&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/8809424009859281994-5307917271497622431?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/5307917271497622431/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/porque-pra-viver-de-verdade-gente-tem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/5307917271497622431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/5307917271497622431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/porque-pra-viver-de-verdade-gente-tem.html' title=''/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TTdhQ_Z9pkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/UtyM3qLKpSE/s72-c/tumblr_lekrv5Lolj1qcbra0o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-991111720586368219</id><published>2011-01-19T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T06:44:06.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tente.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_letwt3cO2E1qeiay2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Você vai me olhar, me julgar, tirar conclusões&amp;nbsp;precipitadas, mas ainda assim não vai me conhecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eminem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-991111720586368219?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/991111720586368219/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/tente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/991111720586368219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/991111720586368219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/tente.html' title='Tente.'/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-8794460452166438464</id><published>2011-01-19T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T06:34:19.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcx8waTXAJ1qcstxno1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; font-style: italic; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: inherit; text-transform: none;"&gt;Firework&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Do you ever feel like a plastic bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Drifting throught the wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Wanting to start again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Like a house of cards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;One blow from caving in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Do you ever feel already buried deep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Six feet under scream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;But no one seems to hear a thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Do you know that there's still a chance for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Cause there's a spark in you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;You just gotta ignite the light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;And let it shine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Just own the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Like the Fourth of July&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Cause baby you're a firework&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Come on show 'em what your worth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;As you shoot across the sky-y-y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Baby you're a firework&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Come on let your colors burst&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;You're gonna leave 'em fallin' down-own-own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; height: 32px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;You don't have to feel like a waste of space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;You're original, cannot be replaced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;If you only knew what the future holds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;After a hurricane comes a rainbow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; height: 32px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Maybe you're reason why all the doors are closed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;So you could open one that leads you to the perfect road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Like a lightning bolt, your heart will blow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;And when it's time, you'll know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;You just gotta ignite the light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;And let it shine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Just own the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Like the Fourth of July&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Cause baby you're a firework&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Come on show 'em what your worth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;As you shoot across the sky-y-y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Baby you're a firework&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Come on slet your colors burst&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;You're gunna leave 'em fallin' down-own-own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Boom, boom, boom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;It's always been inside of you, you, you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;And now it's time to let it through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Cause baby you're a firework&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Come on show 'em what your worth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;As you shoot across the sky-y-y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Baby you're a firework&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Come on slet your colors burst&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;You're gonna leave 'em goin "Oh, oh, oh!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Boom, boom, boom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Boom, boom, boom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3;"&gt;Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;'Quero pra sempre essa magia, as pessoas maravilhas que tenho em minha vida, dá luz, brilho.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Ps: essa música trilha sonora do meu melhor Ano Novo! *-*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-8794460452166438464?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/8794460452166438464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/firework-do-you-ever-feel-like-plastic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/8794460452166438464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/8794460452166438464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/firework-do-you-ever-feel-like-plastic.html' title=''/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-8712605973402272197</id><published>2011-01-17T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T06:42:43.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf650iWjc41qf280go1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="frase" style="color: #555754; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 14px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 31px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.frazz.com.br/frase.html/Caio_Fernando_Abreu-Mas_eu_tinha_que_fic-95692" id="caixinha_frase_conteudo_95692" style="color: #555754; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Mas eu tinha que ficar contente. E quando você quer, você fica. Comecei a ficar.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="autor" style="color: #555754; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 14px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span id="caixinha_frase_autor_95692" style="font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu&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/8809424009859281994-8712605973402272197?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/8712605973402272197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/mas-eu-tinha-que-ficar-contente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/8712605973402272197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/8712605973402272197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/mas-eu-tinha-que-ficar-contente.html' title=''/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-4728637751302536253</id><published>2011-01-16T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T10:23:03.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destino.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TTMvH2J3JII/AAAAAAAAAFg/Fq0zdCeNoOs/s1600/P150111_19.51.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TTMvH2J3JII/AAAAAAAAAFg/Fq0zdCeNoOs/s320/P150111_19.51.JPG" width="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Um certo dia, papai do céu preparou uma surpresa, foi quando eu a conheci, no começo talvez eu não soubesse de nada, do que ela seria em minha vida, mas com leve calma, papai do céu foi me mostrando aos pouquinhos o presente enorme e a importância que estava preparando. Eu a via e me intrigava, pois era como se fosse uma&amp;nbsp;incógnita&amp;nbsp;para mim, meu impulso e curiosidade aflorou e resolvi a procurar, horas e horas de conversa, escutei pela primeira vez ela cantar, aquela voz doce, aquele sorriso lindo, me encantou, não parava de falar o quanto eu gostei de ter conhecido, era a amiga que eu precisava, aquela que me ajudava em tudo, em poucos dias já criamos um laço&amp;nbsp;incrível.&lt;br /&gt;Passava todas as tardes com ela, sempre após a aula era pra casa daquela garota que me fazia sentir tão bem, arrancava os meus melhores sorrisos, tinha os melhores assuntos.&lt;br /&gt;Ela tomou coragem e confessou que sentia atração por meninas, era diferente escutar aquilo, mas novamente minha curiosidade foi além, procurei saber cada detalhe e me interessei pelos problemas dela. Quando me disse que sentia algo por mim, juntou vários sentimentos, felicidade, surpresa, indecisão, pensamentos&amp;nbsp;ocupavam&amp;nbsp;diariamente.&lt;br /&gt;Aquela garota, a minha garota, a minha melhor pessoa inventou uma brincadeira, que se eu desse 100 tapas, ela iria me beijar, eu ria e enfrentava como brincadeira comum, mas no fundo era aquilo que eu queria..&lt;br /&gt;Lembro como se fosse hoje, nosso primeiro beijo, ficamos a madrugada toda nos beijando, descobrindo cada curiosidade que existia em nós, encaixou em mim exatamente o que eu sempre procurei, naquele momento nada mais fazia sentido. Depois de 8 meses, ela disse que me amava muito e não queria mais que eu ficasse com ninguém, dia 24, um dia antes do Natal a pedi em namoro, sabia que estava fazendo ela tão feliz do mesmo modo que eu estava. Foi quando a pertenci, queria a chamar de &lt;i&gt;minha.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ter aquele abraço único, aquele carinho confortável, aquela voz ao meu ouvido, beijos,&amp;nbsp;carícias&amp;nbsp;só para mim, e ser &lt;i&gt;dela&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A partir desse dia, passamos por várias barreiras, aquelas que pensamentos que não&amp;nbsp;conseguiríamos&amp;nbsp;enfrentar, mas diante do amor tão grande que existem entre nós, enfrentamos cada um para chegar ao nosso sonho, aos nossos objetivos. Apesar de tudo, estamos juntas há muito tempo, porque aceitamos que ninguém é&amp;nbsp;capaz&amp;nbsp;de substituir o que há entre nós, é mais forte, é sintonia, é amor demais, é corpo, é alma, é prazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #5f5d5d; font-family: 'Century Gothic', 'Apple Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Me perdi com seu jeito, me apaixonei completamente pelos seus defeitos, e me derreto literalmente em seus braços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Ps: Eu te amo.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-4728637751302536253?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/4728637751302536253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/destino.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/4728637751302536253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/4728637751302536253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/destino.html' title='Destino.'/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TTMvH2J3JII/AAAAAAAAAFg/Fq0zdCeNoOs/s72-c/P150111_19.51.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-2635057089230220785</id><published>2011-01-16T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T09:45:17.382-08:00</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/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TTMtJvr2gOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/U2J22GEon3E/s1600/tumblr_lf13z3hftS1qdzungo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TTMtJvr2gOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/U2J22GEon3E/s320/tumblr_lf13z3hftS1qdzungo1_400.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Entre todos problemas da vida.. estou de cabeça erguida, estou pronta para um novo obstáculo, preparada para novas guerras, mas antes de tudo, eu desejo "voar", ter meu pensamento longe daqui, meus pés fora do chão, quero me maravilhar de coisas boas, correr, brincar, sentir a brisa em meus cabelos, amar intensamente, sentir o abraço de cada pessoa importante em minha vida.. Assim, estarei pronta e com forças para enfrentar todas barreiras, para pode chegar ao paraíso novamente.. talvez a vida seja uma peça de quebra cabeça, dificuldades, facilidades, não importa, mas sempre antes de chegar ao arco íris, passamos por uma tempestade com nuvens escuras.. Aprendendo, errando, acertando, e assim vivendo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-2635057089230220785?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/2635057089230220785/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/entre-todos-problemas-da-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/2635057089230220785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/2635057089230220785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/entre-todos-problemas-da-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TTMtJvr2gOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/U2J22GEon3E/s72-c/tumblr_lf13z3hftS1qdzungo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-3941026165783359365</id><published>2011-01-16T09:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T09:34:22.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TTMsB_Yo1TI/AAAAAAAAAFY/tuprE5YC_xc/s1600/tumblr_letwa7hy741qeiay2+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TTMsB_Yo1TI/AAAAAAAAAFY/tuprE5YC_xc/s1600/tumblr_letwa7hy741qeiay2+%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Ela acreditava em anjo e, porque acreditava, eles existiam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-3941026165783359365?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/3941026165783359365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/acreditava-em-anjo-e-porque-acreditava.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/3941026165783359365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/3941026165783359365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/acreditava-em-anjo-e-porque-acreditava.html' title=''/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TTMsB_Yo1TI/AAAAAAAAAFY/tuprE5YC_xc/s72-c/tumblr_letwa7hy741qeiay2+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-1887192349178582089</id><published>2011-01-15T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T18:17:07.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Sorria em qualquer circunstância, chore de felicidade, abrace mais, beije muito, sinta o carinho das melhores pessoas, lute pelos sonhos, brinque, escute músicas alegres, dance... seja feliz, pois a vida é curta, e um dos grandes segredos para a felicidade é viver intensamente... dando cores e gostos, se permitindo para uma das maiores maravilhas..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TTJVHJjZ0SI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ir8ZnmrXWu4/s1600/tumblr_le1rvolsvk1qen3uro1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TTJVHJjZ0SI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ir8ZnmrXWu4/s320/tumblr_le1rvolsvk1qen3uro1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-1887192349178582089?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/1887192349178582089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/1887192349178582089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/1887192349178582089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy.html' title='Happy!'/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TTJVHJjZ0SI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ir8ZnmrXWu4/s72-c/tumblr_le1rvolsvk1qen3uro1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-198143964367045222</id><published>2011-01-15T18:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T18:14:25.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TTJUbr6Q99I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/8TbsiI7aqd4/s1600/tumblr_lcgmfrAqCM1qcxzd2o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="172" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TTJUbr6Q99I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/8TbsiI7aqd4/s320/tumblr_lcgmfrAqCM1qcxzd2o1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: white; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #d985a8;"&gt;Homofobia:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;(…) Então, sei lá, antes de você achar que você tem que vestir uma camisa escrito: “100% branco” ou “100% hetero”, lembra que você pode anda na rua e beijar sua namorada sem alguém vir e dar uma voadora na sua cara ou um chute na sua boca até arrancar os seus dentes por causa disso. Então, acorda pra vida caralho! Se você acha isso ruim, vá pra puta que te pariu, e eu espero que você passe por tudo que essas pessoas passam, pra você sentir o gosto de como é ter sua liberdade tolhida por que você tenta levar um estilo de vida que faz sentido pra você e não faz sentido pra uma maioria escrota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: white; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #d985a8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (PC Siqueira)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-198143964367045222?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/198143964367045222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/homofobia-entao-sei-la-antes-de-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/198143964367045222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/198143964367045222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/homofobia-entao-sei-la-antes-de-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TTJUbr6Q99I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/8TbsiI7aqd4/s72-c/tumblr_lcgmfrAqCM1qcxzd2o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-6681498296638198366</id><published>2011-01-14T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T09:44:36.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chega perto de mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TTCKoyFvNDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bpb2oRk25mE/s1600/tumblr_lesm5cYd0W1qfylddo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TTCKoyFvNDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bpb2oRk25mE/s320/tumblr_lesm5cYd0W1qfylddo1_500.png" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Chegue mais... aproxime seu corpo quente ao meu, esquentaremos com as nossas temperaturas, me faça arrepiar, me diga coisas lindas ao meu ouvido, sinta o meu suor, me beije, me toque.&amp;nbsp;Me diga todos os seus desejos que irei realiza-los, arranhe minhas costas, beijarei o seu corpo, deliciarei de todo seu gosto... me chame de sua, me faça sentir a sua mulher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-6681498296638198366?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/6681498296638198366/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/chega-perto-de-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/6681498296638198366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/6681498296638198366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/chega-perto-de-mim.html' title='Chega perto de mim...'/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TTCKoyFvNDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bpb2oRk25mE/s72-c/tumblr_lesm5cYd0W1qfylddo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-6931559706994174635</id><published>2011-01-13T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T13:16:47.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realização.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/ZKaLzG2dVHg/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZKaLzG2dVHg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZKaLzG2dVHg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Miley fez o sonho dessa pequena garota se tornar realidade e duas semanas depois ela faleceu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-6931559706994174635?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/6931559706994174635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/realizacao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/6931559706994174635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/6931559706994174635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/realizacao.html' title='Realização.'/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-4794068440493193103</id><published>2011-01-10T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T18:11:04.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Te amo Mari :B</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TSu8HF_uA-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/E9n0gAwaSuU/s1600/Pra+minha+amor..png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="72" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TSu8HF_uA-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/E9n0gAwaSuU/s320/Pra+minha+amor..png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;vocês sabiam que chocolate libera endorfina e faz a gente se sentir&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;apaixonado?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;willy wonka&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-4794068440493193103?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/4794068440493193103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/te-amo-mari-b.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/4794068440493193103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/4794068440493193103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/te-amo-mari-b.html' title='Te amo Mari :B'/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TSu8HF_uA-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/E9n0gAwaSuU/s72-c/Pra+minha+amor..png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-8537309473118953803</id><published>2011-01-10T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T18:05:46.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TSu6A6tE56I/AAAAAAAAAFE/w3zNUrZSww4/s1600/tumblr_lar6wm8sQd1qd70r7o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TSu6A6tE56I/AAAAAAAAAFE/w3zNUrZSww4/s320/tumblr_lar6wm8sQd1qd70r7o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Baseado num estudo&amp;nbsp;psicológico, paixão dura no máximo 4 meses.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Se isto&amp;nbsp;excede, parabéns,&amp;nbsp;você está oficialmente amando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-8537309473118953803?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/8537309473118953803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/baseado-num-estudo-paixao-dura-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/8537309473118953803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/8537309473118953803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/baseado-num-estudo-paixao-dura-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TSu6A6tE56I/AAAAAAAAAFE/w3zNUrZSww4/s72-c/tumblr_lar6wm8sQd1qd70r7o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-3054662004471735749</id><published>2011-01-10T07:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T07:59:19.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldtq4dvTsi1qdtmwjo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shane &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-3054662004471735749?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/3054662004471735749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/shane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/3054662004471735749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/3054662004471735749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/shane.html' title=''/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-434679884565801269</id><published>2011-01-09T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T09:34:06.444-08:00</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/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TSnxXCnKBjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/k6LejzM6PyQ/s1600/tumblr_l9p47xIUtR1qbqxx8o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TSnxXCnKBjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/k6LejzM6PyQ/s320/tumblr_l9p47xIUtR1qbqxx8o1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O diferente me atrai, e muito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-434679884565801269?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/434679884565801269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-diferente-me-atrai-e-muito.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/434679884565801269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/434679884565801269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-diferente-me-atrai-e-muito.html' title=''/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TSnxXCnKBjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/k6LejzM6PyQ/s72-c/tumblr_l9p47xIUtR1qbqxx8o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-7725698860864104888</id><published>2011-01-09T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T09:28:42.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ld8jhgqRGY1qdubemo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: 'Josefin Sans Std Light', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Não importa onde ela esteja no céu, ou onde você esteja no mundo, se levantar a mão e fechar um dos olhos a lua nunca é maior que seu polegar.”&amp;nbsp;(Querido John)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-7725698860864104888?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/7725698860864104888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/nao-importa-onde-ela-esteja-no-ceu-ou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/7725698860864104888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/7725698860864104888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/nao-importa-onde-ela-esteja-no-ceu-ou.html' title=''/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-2243124154437121005</id><published>2011-01-08T08:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T08:08:47.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfeição.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TSiL5u6gpyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Nry4aNVxg6A/s1600/tumblr_lemjhrroDr1qfj093o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TSiL5u6gpyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Nry4aNVxg6A/s320/tumblr_lemjhrroDr1qfj093o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;minha Dulce &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-2243124154437121005?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/2243124154437121005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/perfeicao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/2243124154437121005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/2243124154437121005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/perfeicao.html' title='Perfeição.'/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TSiL5u6gpyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Nry4aNVxg6A/s72-c/tumblr_lemjhrroDr1qfj093o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-6684129888966389505</id><published>2011-01-08T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T08:15:30.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Não importa quanto vá durar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TSiKUpQT6pI/AAAAAAAAAE4/7C3KlwmbQ5I/s1600/tumblr_lenhv17oGA1qg5cr5o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TSiKUpQT6pI/AAAAAAAAAE4/7C3KlwmbQ5I/s320/tumblr_lenhv17oGA1qg5cr5o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- É infinito agora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-6684129888966389505?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/6684129888966389505/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/nao-importa-quanto-va-durar-e-infinito.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/6684129888966389505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/6684129888966389505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/nao-importa-quanto-va-durar-e-infinito.html' title=''/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TSiKUpQT6pI/AAAAAAAAAE4/7C3KlwmbQ5I/s72-c/tumblr_lenhv17oGA1qg5cr5o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-8825721371776295044</id><published>2011-01-08T07:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T08:12:35.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temperamento Impulsivo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: QuicksandBook, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 22px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sou o que se chama de pessoa impulsiva. Como descrever? Acho que assim: vem- me uma idéia ou um sentimento e eu, em vez de refletir sobre o que me veio, ajo quase que imediatamente. O resultado tem sido meio a meio: às vezes acontece que agi sob uma intuição dessas que não falham, às vezes erro completamente, o que prova que não se tratava de intuição, mas de simples infantilidade.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Trata-se de saber se devo prosseguir nos meus impulsos. E até que ponto posso controlá-los. […] Deverei continuar a acertar e a errar, aceitando os resultados resignadamente? Ou devo lutar e tornar-me uma pessoa mais adulta? E também tenho medo de tornar-me adulta demais: eu perderia um dos prazeres do que é um jogo infantil, do que tantas vezes é uma alegria pura. Vou pensar no assunto. E certamente o resultado ainda virá sob a forma de um impulso. Não sou madura o bastante ainda. Ou nunca serei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: QuicksandBook, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 22px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;- Clarice Lispector.&lt;/i&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/8809424009859281994-8825721371776295044?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/8825721371776295044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/temperamento-impulsivo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/8825721371776295044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/8825721371776295044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/temperamento-impulsivo.html' title='Temperamento Impulsivo.'/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-4239042827230875840</id><published>2011-01-07T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T15:20:27.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Te juro amor eterno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TSefBp0DQzI/AAAAAAAAAEw/twaQAgzwjhs/s1600/gabriela+276.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TSefBp0DQzI/AAAAAAAAAEw/twaQAgzwjhs/s320/gabriela+276.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Te colocar sobre as minhas asas.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Te darei todo amor do mundo, acredito em nós, e tenho certeza no nosso amor.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Serei sua, completamente sua, assim como você é minha. Je T'aime &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-4239042827230875840?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/4239042827230875840/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/te-juro-amor-eterno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/4239042827230875840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/4239042827230875840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/te-juro-amor-eterno.html' title='Te juro amor eterno'/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TSefBp0DQzI/AAAAAAAAAEw/twaQAgzwjhs/s72-c/gabriela+276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-1662036615793162787</id><published>2011-01-07T15:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T15:10:54.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dentro de mim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TSedRYq1UQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/NG0ph_0zHlQ/s1600/tataas2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TSedRYq1UQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/NG0ph_0zHlQ/s320/tataas2.jpg" width="119" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;“Ela é uma moça de poses delicadas, sorrisos discretos e olhar misterioso. Ela tem cara de menina mimada, um quê de esquisitice, uma sensibilidade de flor, um jeito encantado de ser, um toque de intuição e um tom de doçura. Ela reflete lilás, um brilho de estrela, uma inquietude, uma solidão de artista e um ar sensato de cientista. Ela é&lt;b&gt; intensa&lt;/b&gt; e tem mania de sentir por completo, de amar por completo e de ser por completo. Dentro dela tem um coração bobo, que é sempre capaz de amar e de acreditar outra vez. E&lt;i&gt;la tem aquele gosto doce de menina romântica e aquele gosto ácido de mulher moderna.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-1662036615793162787?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/1662036615793162787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/dentro-de-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/1662036615793162787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/1662036615793162787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/dentro-de-mim.html' title='Dentro de mim.'/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TSedRYq1UQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/NG0ph_0zHlQ/s72-c/tataas2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-6044973601455682048</id><published>2011-01-06T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T15:08:41.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quatro palavrinhas mágicas: amar e ser amado.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TSZLAUFM8yI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Aqc_QlM_n7k/s1600/tumblr_lcz3ijfChJ1qckzpmo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TSZLAUFM8yI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Aqc_QlM_n7k/s320/tumblr_lcz3ijfChJ1qckzpmo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar uma pessoa, aquele sentimento forte, tão forte,&amp;nbsp;capaz&amp;nbsp;de passar por qualquer limite imposto.&lt;br /&gt;Porém, amar não é tão somente idéia de ter um outro alguém, poder chamar de seu ou sua, ter o cargo de namorada, namorado.. Vai além disso, existem todas as formas de amor, e se ama um alguém, o deixa livre para fazer suas decisões, ama saber que está bem, adora arrancar sorrisos, fazer de tudo para fazer o outro se sentir bem e apoiar em qualquer circunstância... Abraçar essa pessoa e sentir seu corpo ficar fraco, pernas fraquejar, o coração bater tão forte.. e quando chega o momento da escolha, saberá se é você ou outra pessoa, mas, independente &amp;nbsp;está pronto para ser feliz por saber que seu maior amor estará bem com a sua decisão. E quando somos os escolhidos, o mundo passa a ser dos eternos apaixonados... e um sentimento cresce a cada segundo mais.. e mais..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-6044973601455682048?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/6044973601455682048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/quatro-palavrinhas-magicas-amar-e-ser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/6044973601455682048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/6044973601455682048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/quatro-palavrinhas-magicas-amar-e-ser.html' title='Quatro palavrinhas mágicas: amar e ser amado.'/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TSZLAUFM8yI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Aqc_QlM_n7k/s72-c/tumblr_lcz3ijfChJ1qckzpmo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-5061946149953036825</id><published>2011-01-06T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T14:59:28.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>apenas amor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TSZJGld9M1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/Cw4FoubS-tg/s1600/tumblr_ldu7uuhEBx1qbjjhuo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TSZJGld9M1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/Cw4FoubS-tg/s320/tumblr_ldu7uuhEBx1qbjjhuo1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Não é como se fosse amor à primeira vista, na verdade. É mais como… ação da gravidade. Quando você a vê, de repente não é mais a terra que está te segurando aqui. Ela te segura. E nada importa mais do que ela. E você faria qualquer coisa por ela, seria qualquer coisa por ela… Você se torna qualquer coisa que ela precisa que você seja, seja o protetor dela, ou um amante, ou um amigo, ou um irmão. -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jacob Black&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-5061946149953036825?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/5061946149953036825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/apenas-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/5061946149953036825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/5061946149953036825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/apenas-amor.html' title='apenas amor.'/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TSZJGld9M1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/Cw4FoubS-tg/s72-c/tumblr_ldu7uuhEBx1qbjjhuo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-4356016994387067734</id><published>2011-01-06T14:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T14:55:24.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NO PARES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Nadie puede pisotear tu libertad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Grita fuerte por si te quieren callar&lt;br /&gt;Nada puede detenerte si tu tienes fe&lt;br /&gt;No te quedes con tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;Escrito en la pared, en la pared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Si censuran tus ideas ten valor&lt;br /&gt;No te rindas nunca, siempre alza la voz&lt;br /&gt;Lucha fuerte y sin medidas&lt;br /&gt;No dejes de creer&lt;br /&gt;No te quedes con tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;Escrito en la pared&lt;br /&gt;En la pared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;No pares, no pares no,&lt;br /&gt;No pares nunca de soñar&lt;br /&gt;No pares, no pares no,&lt;br /&gt;No pares nunca de soñar&lt;br /&gt;No tengas miedo a volar&lt;br /&gt;Vive tu vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;No construyas muros en tu corazón&lt;br /&gt;Lo que hagas siempre hazlo por amor&lt;br /&gt;Pon las alas contra el viento, no hay nada que perder&lt;br /&gt;No te quedes con tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;Escrito en la pared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;No pares, no pares no,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No pares nunca de soñar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pares, no pares no,&lt;br /&gt;No pares nunca de soñar&lt;br /&gt;No tengas miedo a volar&lt;br /&gt;Vive tu vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-3484377125124806829?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/3484377125124806829/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-pares-nadie-puede-pisotear-tu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/3484377125124806829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/3484377125124806829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-pares-nadie-puede-pisotear-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TSSadZeHRoI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Rcn_eTJ5Z5w/s72-c/tumblr_l6tasvO3U51qcl61go1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-8871155711194998851</id><published>2011-01-03T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T12:52:23.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TSI2EN2ACyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/U4tquJylxrw/s1600/P151210_16.10%255B01%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TSI2EN2ACyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/U4tquJylxrw/s320/P151210_16.10%255B01%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sinto um vazio em meu peito, falta algo, e eu sei o que falta, você aqui comigo, me fazendo rir do jeito que só você sabe, me abraçando do modo mais gostoso, aquele que me prende como um ursinho, seus beijos, sentir seus lábios macios aos meus, brincadeiras bestas gerando risadas e mais risadas... É tão ruim saber que ficaremos uma semana sem se ver, vontade de ir á praia te buscar ou melhor,&amp;nbsp;seqüestrar&amp;nbsp;e fugir pra bem longe com você, meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia longe de você parece uma eternidade.. talvez porque eu preciso de ti sempre para me sentir realmente completa..&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo minha pequenininha, e a cada segundo de saudade me dá a certeza que preciso cada dia mais de você&amp;nbsp;me amando e eu te amando feito louca.... Pois você é o maior pedaço do meu coração.♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-8871155711194998851?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/8871155711194998851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/saudade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/8871155711194998851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/8871155711194998851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2011/01/saudade.html' title='Saudade!'/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TSI2EN2ACyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/U4tquJylxrw/s72-c/P151210_16.10%255B01%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-5332434925138188818</id><published>2010-12-26T15:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T15:23:41.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Te amo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/GEbYArPAY70/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GEbYArPAY70&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GEbYArPAY70&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;nenenzinho meu s2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-5332434925138188818?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/5332434925138188818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/12/te-amo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/5332434925138188818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/5332434925138188818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/12/te-amo.html' title='Te amo'/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-5819252760432244158</id><published>2010-12-23T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T21:07:16.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRQpyJyMBKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/g9H18_AO-sE/s1600/tumblr_lcp4jzYGfj1qdyoono1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRQpyJyMBKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/g9H18_AO-sE/s320/tumblr_lcp4jzYGfj1qdyoono1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;"Se você quer ser minha namorada&lt;br /&gt;Ai que linda namorada&lt;br /&gt;Você poderia ser&lt;br /&gt;Se quiser ser somente minha&lt;br /&gt;Exatamente essa coisinha&lt;br /&gt;Essa coisa toda minha&lt;br /&gt;Que ninguém mais pode ter&lt;br /&gt;Você tem que me fazer&lt;br /&gt;Um juramento&lt;br /&gt;De só ter um pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Ser só minha até morrer&lt;br /&gt;E também de não perder esse jeitinho&lt;br /&gt;De falar devagarinho&lt;br /&gt;Essas histórias de você&lt;br /&gt;E de repente me fazer muito carinho&lt;br /&gt;E chorar bem de mansinho&lt;br /&gt;Sem ninguém saber porque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;E se mais do que minha namorada&lt;br /&gt;Você quer ser minha amada&lt;br /&gt;Minha amada, mas amada pra valer&lt;br /&gt;Aquela amada pelo amor predestinada&lt;br /&gt;Sem a qual a vida é nada&lt;br /&gt;Sem a qual se quer morrer&lt;br /&gt;Você tem que vir comigo&lt;br /&gt;Em meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;E talvez o meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Seja triste pra você&lt;br /&gt;Os seus olhos tem que ser só dos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;E os seus braços o meu ninho&lt;br /&gt;No silêncio de depois&lt;br /&gt;E você tem de ser a estrela derradeira&lt;br /&gt;Minha amiga e companheira&lt;br /&gt;No infinito de nós dois . ."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Obrigado por fazer da minha vida tão mais colorida, e deixar sorrisos em meu rosto a cada instante que penso em ti. Há dois anos atrás eu encontrei o amor da minha vida. E é contigo que vou ficar, no nosso infinito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-5819252760432244158?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/5819252760432244158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/12/two-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/5819252760432244158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/5819252760432244158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/12/two-years.html' title='Two years'/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRQpyJyMBKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/g9H18_AO-sE/s72-c/tumblr_lcp4jzYGfj1qdyoono1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-2630527950085072412</id><published>2010-12-23T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T14:44:22.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um próximo capitulo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mais um ano acabando.. como passa rápido e ao mesmo tempo lento, posso me recordar de tantas coisas que daria mais ou menos em uns..&amp;nbsp;Putz! vários livros. É cada momento, cada palavra dita, conquistas, tristezas, choros, risadas, abraços, beijos, pensamentos, mudanças, criticas... entre sentimentos envolvidos. Estou fechando esse ano com chave de ouro, ter meus amigos ao meu lado e minha namorada é o melhor presente que eu possa ter ganhado, agradeço a cada um por ser pedacinho de mim, jeitos diferentes e espaços diferentes, eu amo, de verdade todos que passaram e deixaram as melhores marcas em mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPPLszXbYI/AAAAAAAAADo/erjwQqjc-7E/s1600/1274982056672_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPPLszXbYI/AAAAAAAAADo/erjwQqjc-7E/s320/1274982056672_f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Desejo que 2011&amp;nbsp;seja&amp;nbsp;ótimo, melhor ainda que todos anos passados, muita paz no coração de cada ser.. muito amor.. felicidade e força, para conseguir enfrentar todos obstáculos que a vida impõe, com um sorriso no rosto e vontade de alcançar cada objetivo de suas vidas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Feliz Natal e um prospero Ano Novo para mim e para todos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-2630527950085072412?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/2630527950085072412/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/12/um-proximo-capitulo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/2630527950085072412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/2630527950085072412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/12/um-proximo-capitulo.html' title='Um próximo capitulo.'/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPPLszXbYI/AAAAAAAAADo/erjwQqjc-7E/s72-c/1274982056672_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-5081653709923582259</id><published>2010-12-23T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T14:35:59.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPOxMZ9tmI/AAAAAAAAADg/MPbYOG-DX8M/s1600/lindas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPOxMZ9tmI/AAAAAAAAADg/MPbYOG-DX8M/s320/lindas.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Você gosta de estrelas?&lt;br /&gt;-Gosto. Você também?&lt;br /&gt;-Também. Você está olhando a lua?&lt;br /&gt;-Quase cheia. Em Virgem.&lt;br /&gt;-Amanhã faz conjunção com Júpiter.&lt;br /&gt;-Com Saturno também.&lt;br /&gt;-Isso é bom?&lt;br /&gt;-Eu não sei. Deve ser.&lt;br /&gt;-É sim. Bom encontrar você.&lt;br /&gt;-Também acho.&lt;br /&gt;(Silêncio)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-5081653709923582259?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/5081653709923582259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/12/voce-gosta-de-estrelas-gosto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/5081653709923582259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/5081653709923582259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/12/voce-gosta-de-estrelas-gosto.html' title=''/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPOxMZ9tmI/AAAAAAAAADg/MPbYOG-DX8M/s72-c/lindas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-3737257697574399608</id><published>2010-12-21T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T15:39:52.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Partes de mim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRE5cXtrD4I/AAAAAAAAADY/Fsy_9XQTyLk/s1600/1255974271736_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRE5cXtrD4I/AAAAAAAAADY/Fsy_9XQTyLk/s320/1255974271736_f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sou teimosa, chata, insistente, ciumenta, gosto de tudo do meu jeito, ás vezes meio mimada, adoro rir, fazer palhaçadas, ficar com crianças, gosto de músicas e poesias, sou companheira e dou conselhos sempre que precisam, brigo facilmente, muita coisa me irrita, adoro frio, tenho uma paixão: chocolate. Um dos meus maiores sonhos é ver a neve de pertinho, ter uma filha e dá todo carinho. Sou apaixonada pela vida, e um dos meus maiores objetivos é conquistar minhas metas. Amo ter conhecido cada amigo verdadeiro que tenho hoje, são pedacinhos diferentes de mim, minha namorada tem o melhor abraço e beijo, adoro quando ela diz que estou linda. Me encanta um elogio, sou fascinada pelo diferente, minto coisas bobas para os meus pais, bato super de frente com quem tem opinião diferente de mim, mas no final? Acaba tudo em risadas.&lt;div&gt;Ao mesmo tempo que me conheço tanto é quando me perco, pois não sei até onde é o meu limite e do que sou capáz de fazer, &lt;i&gt;gosto de ser um mistério para mim mesma.&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/8809424009859281994-3737257697574399608?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/3737257697574399608/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/12/partes-de-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/3737257697574399608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/3737257697574399608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/12/partes-de-mim.html' title='Partes de mim.'/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRE5cXtrD4I/AAAAAAAAADY/Fsy_9XQTyLk/s72-c/1255974271736_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-49449098451410916</id><published>2010-12-21T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T15:33:08.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meus pés por aí.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRE4wAnaoqI/AAAAAAAAADU/AEByiGeAU4M/s1600/1278402534147_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRE4wAnaoqI/AAAAAAAAADU/AEByiGeAU4M/s320/1278402534147_f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não desejo saber o objetivo da minha chegada, do meu caminho final. Eu quero apenas ir.. que o vento me leve, quero atrair caminhos positivos e superar toda negatividade.. Quero ir sem rumo e descobrir a cada caminhada um novo aprendizado, pois, gosto de me surpreender.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-49449098451410916?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/49449098451410916/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/12/meus-pes-por-ai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/49449098451410916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/49449098451410916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/12/meus-pes-por-ai.html' title='Meus pés por aí.'/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRE4wAnaoqI/AAAAAAAAADU/AEByiGeAU4M/s72-c/1278402534147_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-5028355070148139594</id><published>2010-12-21T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T07:48:12.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um sentimento tão puro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRDKWynBNLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/TQ159SKh9X4/s1600/tumblr_la4x8wW70B1qdm7oxo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRDKWynBNLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/TQ159SKh9X4/s320/tumblr_la4x8wW70B1qdm7oxo1_400.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por que eu amo tanto as crianças?&lt;/em&gt; É, sou completamente apaixonada por elas, me transmitem algo maravilhoso. Olhar aqueles rostinhos, aquelas vozes, o modo de ser, de tudo encontrar felicidade, querer brincar, seus choros, suas carinhas de mimos, o modo de perguntar tudo, o jeito de dormir e&amp;nbsp;o principal, aquilo que realmente me encanta:&amp;nbsp;O modo que são sinceras e puras.&amp;nbsp;O ser humano podia inspirar&amp;nbsp; nas crianças e serem mais verdadeiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;"No amor de uma criança tem tanta canção pra nascer, carinho e confiança, vontade e razão de viver."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-5028355070148139594?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/5028355070148139594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/12/um-sentimento-tao-puro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/5028355070148139594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/5028355070148139594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/12/um-sentimento-tao-puro.html' title='Um sentimento tão puro.'/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRDKWynBNLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/TQ159SKh9X4/s72-c/tumblr_la4x8wW70B1qdm7oxo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-2028625729675456697</id><published>2010-12-21T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T07:39:02.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRDI9b-ZZzI/AAAAAAAAADM/D0wlt-EwDDE/s1600/tumblr_lb805nLKpc1qcl61go1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRDI9b-ZZzI/AAAAAAAAADM/D0wlt-EwDDE/s320/tumblr_lb805nLKpc1qcl61go1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma das melhores coisas da vida é a tal da surpresa. É tão bom ser surpreendido com algo inimaginável por uma pessoa previsível. É tão mágico porque do nada acontece tudo. Aquele momento toma rumo diferente por um simples ato de alguém e uma reação sua.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.blogger.com/autor/Karla_Cicarelli/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Karla Cicarelli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/8809424009859281994-2028625729675456697?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/2028625729675456697/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/12/uma-das-melhores-coisas-da-vida-e-tal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/2028625729675456697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/2028625729675456697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/12/uma-das-melhores-coisas-da-vida-e-tal.html' title=''/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRDI9b-ZZzI/AAAAAAAAADM/D0wlt-EwDDE/s72-c/tumblr_lb805nLKpc1qcl61go1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-3725186558796140612</id><published>2010-12-18T18:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T18:33:10.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TQ1u1cL-7fI/AAAAAAAAADI/cQ6vcrf_g7c/s1600/tumblr_lcgzjoygG21qac0dio1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TQ1u1cL-7fI/AAAAAAAAADI/cQ6vcrf_g7c/s320/tumblr_lcgzjoygG21qac0dio1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-3725186558796140612?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/3725186558796140612/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/3725186558796140612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/3725186558796140612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TQ1u1cL-7fI/AAAAAAAAADI/cQ6vcrf_g7c/s72-c/tumblr_lcgzjoygG21qac0dio1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-2548211038202651030</id><published>2010-12-17T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T17:32:12.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sim, a gente conversa por olhar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TQwNW8fIj9I/AAAAAAAAADE/A-YqB0xd9mE/s1600/1238474787056_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TQwNW8fIj9I/AAAAAAAAADE/A-YqB0xd9mE/s320/1238474787056_f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Descrevendo um momento marcante, entre nós duas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deitada naquele chão junto com a menina mais importante da minha vida, aquela que me completa e faz os meus dias, minhas noites, madrugadas, terem um sentido, me faz querer viver. &lt;br /&gt;Ela envolve suas mãos em minha cintura deixando nossos corpos colados, olha em meus olhos. Olhando aos dela pude entender tudo que queria me dizer, e ela também, o olhar de malicia dela, é tão perfeito, tão gostoso, olhar de neném quer carinho, aquele que me fala maravilhas, eu passava pra ela o quanto a amava e era bom estar ao lado dela, que eu preciso dela, e preciso muito.&lt;br /&gt;Me encanta, é mágico, maravilhoso saber que há dois anos não perdemos a magia, pelo contrário, vivemos do diferente, inusitado, de coisas boas, como conversar por olhar, e quero que não se acabe, pois levaria junto a minha felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu a amo, desejo loucamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Só enquanto eu respirar vou me lembrar de você"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer ser minha pra sempre e mais um dia? M &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-2548211038202651030?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/2548211038202651030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/12/sim-gente-conversa-por-olhar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/2548211038202651030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/2548211038202651030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/12/sim-gente-conversa-por-olhar.html' title='Sim, a gente conversa por olhar.'/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TQwNW8fIj9I/AAAAAAAAADE/A-YqB0xd9mE/s72-c/1238474787056_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-5072239455805032880</id><published>2010-12-16T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T09:19:21.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor entre meninas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TQrOn_lyCTI/AAAAAAAAADA/B4KP1AyRUCA/s1600/015679895-gdv00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TQrOn_lyCTI/AAAAAAAAADA/B4KP1AyRUCA/s320/015679895-gdv00.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sexo entre mulheres é algo bem maior do que o senso comum sugere.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca passou por esta situação: você está numa roda de amigos e amigas, sendo você a única lésbica, conversando sobre sexo, e então um deles pergunta “Mas sabe o que eu não consigo entender? O que duas mulheres fazem na cama?” E todos te olham como se essa fosse a dúvida mais normal do mundo…&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sexo: sensualidade, lubricidade, volúpia, sexualidade.Fazer sexo: copular, fazer amor.Copular: unir, ligar, juntar.&lt;br /&gt;Confirmei então minhas suspeitas: o que o senso comum considera como sexo é algo bem menor do que a própria definição do termo sugere. E percebi que nós, lésbicas, somos privilegiadas. Simplesmente porque quando nos relacionamos com outra mulher, já fugimos do senso comum, dos padrões, do que é pré-estabelecido. Temos que ser criativas, abertas, descobrir diversas formas de dar e obter prazer que vão muito além daquele feijão com arroz que a maioria acha que é sexo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendemos a usar como órgãos sexuais várias outras partes do corpo além da vagina. Aprendemos a usar maravilhosamente as mãos, a boca, os dedos, a língua, as pernas. Aprendemos que o corpo todo deve estar envolvido numa relação sexual, e que podemos sentir prazer com todas as partes dele. E também que existem centenas de acessórios que podemos comprar para provocar sensações diversas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas podemos ir mais fundo nos significados de “fazer sexo”. Se analisarmos as definições acima, podemos considerar sexo todas as preliminares, desde o primeiro beijo. Uma vez que duas garotas estão juntas e existe uma ligação, uma conexão, uma troca, a partir deste momento podemos dizer que o sexo já está acontecendo… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso é o mais maravilhoso: perceber que o “fazer sexo” não começa na cama (ou na mesa, no elevador, no chão, dependendo da fantasia de cada uma), mas sim na hora em que o desejo surge. E isso a grande maioria de nós, lésbicas, já percebeu. Porque a natureza das nossas relações faz com que ampliemos nossa visão de sexo e aprendamos a sentir prazer de infinitas outras formas além da tradicional. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não que todas as relações lésbicas sejam profundas… Mas em todas as relações lésbicas existe, sim, uma ampliação da visão do sexo e do prazer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por isso eu amo as mulheres!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Retirado de uma fonte de um blog.&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/8809424009859281994-5072239455805032880?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/5072239455805032880/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/12/amor-entre-meninas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/5072239455805032880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/5072239455805032880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/12/amor-entre-meninas.html' title='Amor entre meninas'/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TQrOn_lyCTI/AAAAAAAAADA/B4KP1AyRUCA/s72-c/015679895-gdv00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-7185642865770512182</id><published>2010-12-13T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T14:53:19.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A amizade é tudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TQajoZgRyGI/AAAAAAAAACo/Y8uSAPQgE1E/s1600/amizadeeeee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TQajoZgRyGI/AAAAAAAAACo/Y8uSAPQgE1E/s320/amizadeeeee.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Um sentimento natural&lt;br /&gt;Que acontece com razão&lt;br /&gt;É Deus quem escolhe&lt;br /&gt;Quem vai se dar bem&lt;br /&gt;A caminhada é igual&lt;br /&gt;Seguindo a mesma direção&lt;br /&gt;Pensando juntos nós vamos além&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas na vitória&lt;br /&gt;Sempre na derrota ou glória&lt;br /&gt;É luz na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Somos um só coração&lt;br /&gt;Sempre vivo na memória&lt;br /&gt;Faz parte da minha história&lt;br /&gt;Nada vai nos separar&lt;br /&gt;A amizade é tudo!&lt;br /&gt;É se dar sem esperar&lt;br /&gt;Nada em troca dessa união&lt;br /&gt;É ter alguém pra contar&lt;br /&gt;Na indecisão!&lt;br /&gt;Nunca se desesperar&lt;br /&gt;Sempre ali pra estender a mão&lt;br /&gt;Maior valor não há!&lt;br /&gt;É feito irmão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-7185642865770512182?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/7185642865770512182/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/12/amizade-e-tudo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/7185642865770512182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/7185642865770512182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/12/amizade-e-tudo.html' title='A amizade é tudo'/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TQajoZgRyGI/AAAAAAAAACo/Y8uSAPQgE1E/s72-c/amizadeeeee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-5542558996748544021</id><published>2010-12-12T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T18:08:20.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pobre Luna (Pobre lua)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TQV__4Vcr6I/AAAAAAAAACk/VAxEXt8lqbI/s320/lua+linda.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Por que tão sozinha?&lt;br /&gt;Branca e luminosa,mágica e bela.&lt;br /&gt;Por que tão sozinha?&lt;br /&gt;Diamante da escuridão,&lt;br /&gt;Valente como nenhuma,&lt;br /&gt;No meio de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;Brilhando entre o nada,&lt;br /&gt;Iluminas com tua luz,&lt;br /&gt;Hipnotizas com tua beleza,&lt;br /&gt;Es mística como a noite,&lt;br /&gt;E sem ti não existe noite,&lt;br /&gt;Es tão pequena e significas tanto,&lt;br /&gt;E tu tão sozinha,&lt;br /&gt;Rodeada de estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Que não te dizem nada,pobre lua,&lt;br /&gt;Que pensaras nas noites.&lt;br /&gt;Choras por aquele astro que em um mal dia&lt;br /&gt;Te abandonou,e percorres o mundo,&lt;br /&gt;A noite inteira,e não conseguem coincidir.&lt;br /&gt;Quando é de dia ele não te vê,&lt;br /&gt;E quando começa a escurecer,&lt;br /&gt;Quando finalmente vais encontra-lo,&lt;br /&gt;Chegas tu e ele já se foi.&lt;br /&gt;Assim é o destino...doce e cruel.&lt;br /&gt;Pobre lua,aquele senhor que nos cobre todo dia&lt;br /&gt;Não chegou a conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Tua mística beleza,tua magia encantadora,&lt;br /&gt;Teu mistério que hipnotiza,&lt;br /&gt;Esta ocupado com outras coisas&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto tu o observas dia e noite.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não chores mais,lua minha,&lt;br /&gt;Tomara minhas palavras consigam ser ouvidas&lt;br /&gt;Em tua crosta branca,&lt;br /&gt;Por que eu sei que vai chegar o dia&lt;br /&gt;Em que o sol finalmente vai te ver&lt;br /&gt;E vai se paralisar perante tua beleza e tua integridade,&lt;br /&gt;E a noite vai se prolongar&lt;br /&gt;Porque o sol esta ocupado&lt;br /&gt;Vendo sua incondicional apaixonada,&lt;br /&gt;Que sempre esteve sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Iluminando o mundo.e&lt;br /&gt;E de se admirar que com tanta dor&lt;br /&gt;Sua luz não tenha deixado de brilhar&lt;br /&gt;Em nenhum momento,&lt;br /&gt;E com cada lagrima que derrama&lt;br /&gt;Se faz mais bonita a cada dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dulce Maria.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma das minhas paixões com certeza é a lua que ilumina as minhas noites.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-5542558996748544021?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/5542558996748544021/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/12/pobre-luna-pobre-lua.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/5542558996748544021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/5542558996748544021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/12/pobre-luna-pobre-lua.html' title='Pobre Luna (Pobre lua)'/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TQV__4Vcr6I/AAAAAAAAACk/VAxEXt8lqbI/s72-c/lua+linda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-4279668655153307418</id><published>2010-12-11T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T21:25:01.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O que desejo agora, nesse exato momento. É deitar em uma cama, olhar para o lado e ver que você está ali comigo, entrelaçar nossas pernas juntamente de nossas mãos e sentir a paz que consegue transmitir em meu coração, deixando que ele bata em função de viver naquele instante, mas viver por ti.&lt;br /&gt;É estranho, arrepiante, gostoso, sensacional o que tem dentro do meu peito, é amor? paixão? sintonia? Bom, um mistério.. mas é bom, tão bom que eu preciso disso para ser feliz.. Seu beijo, abraço, sua voz, carinho é tudo que eu preciso em qualquer momento. Quer ser minha por essa noite? Ou melhor.. &lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Quer ser minha para sempre e mais um dia? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;b&gt;maktub.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thatá &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Mari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;- Já estava escrito. - Nosso destino foram traçados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-4279668655153307418?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/4279668655153307418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-que-desejo-agora-nesse-exato-momento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/4279668655153307418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/4279668655153307418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-que-desejo-agora-nesse-exato-momento.html' title=''/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-887291949174122305</id><published>2010-11-29T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T08:43:47.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sim, é amor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TPPXg8Ok-iI/AAAAAAAAACY/yqPC3zmDuj4/s1600/OgAAAIPE-7WXrvw2b8Mj_4TRXhWu4qZ9jl2E3tTW6khU6ciskK2HKAEYJWWRItor2RFHH7Fij3r1H7S8_0jE5ZcEs0IAm1T1UItkFiBe1uYgKkcJiJiCquTQMXeu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TPPXg8Ok-iI/AAAAAAAAACY/yqPC3zmDuj4/s320/OgAAAIPE-7WXrvw2b8Mj_4TRXhWu4qZ9jl2E3tTW6khU6ciskK2HKAEYJWWRItor2RFHH7Fij3r1H7S8_0jE5ZcEs0IAm1T1UItkFiBe1uYgKkcJiJiCquTQMXeu.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pequena, não consigo achar palavras para expressar tamanha admiração por ti, o carinho imenso, amor que não se mede aqui dentro do meu peito. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Nosso destino está traçado, eu sinto isso, desde o dia que percebi que o meu maior amor era você. Por que nunca senti com ninguém o que eu sinto contigo? Talvez você me completa por inteira, talvez é amor demais, não sei bem ao certo, mas eu sei que é essa sensação que me deixa feliz, que arranca sorrisos dos meus lábios sem nenhum mínimo esforço e faz meu coração pulsar cada vez mais.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Te amo seria um conjunto de tudo que eu queria dizer, mas, perco as palavras, elas fogem de mim deixando só sentimentos, que por sinal, me faz querer viver, viver para que eu possa ficar ao seu lado, viver com um novo objetivo, viver por amar você. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obrigado por me apoiar sempre, por me fazer sentir mais viva, feliz. Durmo pensando em ti, sonho com você e acordo, adivinha? mais uma vez me pego pensando. Não me queixo disso, pois eu gosto, de te ver nos meus sonhos, gosto de te ver em fotos, videos, e gosto mais ainda de poder te tocar, te abraçar, beijar, fazer carinho, irritar, brigar, sentir a minha paz. Sabe por que? você me dá toda paz que eu preciso, basta ficar ao meu ladinho sempre para que eu possa me sentir assim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amo seu jeito de me abraçar, seu corpo macio envolvendo ao meu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amo seus beijos rápidos, ás vezes lento, com mordidas, ás vezes sem..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amo seu modo de fazer carinho, sua mão macia em meu rosto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amo seu sorriso bobo, aquele que deixa suas bochechas vermelhas de vergonha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amo seu olhar, &lt;strong&gt;quando conversamos e entendemos por olhar *-*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amo seu jeito engraçado de ser mesmo que seja anti social eu te acho tão engraçada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amo o modo que você me protege, defende (...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ficaria falando todas as coisas que amo em você, mas o principal de todas é que eu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;amo o modo que você me ama&lt;/u&gt;, e amo te amar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da sua eterna, Thaina.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-887291949174122305?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/887291949174122305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/11/pequena-nao-consigo-achar-palavras-para.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/887291949174122305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/887291949174122305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/11/pequena-nao-consigo-achar-palavras-para.html' title='Sim, é amor.'/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TPPXg8Ok-iI/AAAAAAAAACY/yqPC3zmDuj4/s72-c/OgAAAIPE-7WXrvw2b8Mj_4TRXhWu4qZ9jl2E3tTW6khU6ciskK2HKAEYJWWRItor2RFHH7Fij3r1H7S8_0jE5ZcEs0IAm1T1UItkFiBe1uYgKkcJiJiCquTQMXeu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-2862868024015761706</id><published>2010-11-19T10:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T10:21:33.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TObAJYh-jcI/AAAAAAAAACI/klRfL5d0eXE/s1600/tumblr_l64z4yxN6S1qcl61go1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TObAJYh-jcI/AAAAAAAAACI/klRfL5d0eXE/s320/tumblr_l64z4yxN6S1qcl61go1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Se tu me amas,&lt;br /&gt;ama-me baixinho.&lt;br /&gt;Não o grites de cima dos telhados,&lt;br /&gt;deixa em paz os passarinhos.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa em paz a mim!&lt;br /&gt;Se me queres, enfim,&lt;br /&gt;.....tem de ser bem devagarinho,&lt;br /&gt;.....amada,&lt;br /&gt;.....que a vida é breve,&lt;br /&gt;.....e o amor&lt;br /&gt;.....mais breve ainda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Canção do Dia de Sempre (Mário Quintana)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-2862868024015761706?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/2862868024015761706/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/11/se-tu-me-amas-ama-me-baixinho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/2862868024015761706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/2862868024015761706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/11/se-tu-me-amas-ama-me-baixinho.html' title=''/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TObAJYh-jcI/AAAAAAAAACI/klRfL5d0eXE/s72-c/tumblr_l64z4yxN6S1qcl61go1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-4193848087945290992</id><published>2010-11-06T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T08:42:19.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TObBLUC1yaI/AAAAAAAAACU/Rm5ii7PFDEk/s1600/tumblr_l8jgi4iyD01qcl61go1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TObBLUC1yaI/AAAAAAAAACU/Rm5ii7PFDEk/s320/tumblr_l8jgi4iyD01qcl61go1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Esse sentimento, essa vontade, esse desejo, essa loucura (...)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Estou completamente &lt;strong&gt;apaixonada&lt;/strong&gt; por você &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um ano e onze meses&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/8809424009859281994-4193848087945290992?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/4193848087945290992/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/11/estar-junto-ti-meu-coracao-sente-paz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/4193848087945290992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/4193848087945290992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/11/estar-junto-ti-meu-coracao-sente-paz.html' title=''/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TObBLUC1yaI/AAAAAAAAACU/Rm5ii7PFDEk/s72-c/tumblr_l8jgi4iyD01qcl61go1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-5201177360413011056</id><published>2010-11-04T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T10:21:05.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TNLrPbd6fCI/AAAAAAAAACA/fBkVUTx1zgM/s1600/1287426508548_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TNLrPbd6fCI/AAAAAAAAACA/fBkVUTx1zgM/s320/1287426508548_f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Quando estou perdida é onde encontro toda solução.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Quando estou fraca novas forças aparecem.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Quando quero chorar, sorrisos nascem de meus lábios.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Quando quero sumir um novo rumo encontro.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Quando tenho vontades, novos desejos surgem.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Quando estou triste, a alegria vem de mansinho.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Quando penso que sei de tudo, é quando descubro que nada sei. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-5201177360413011056?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/5201177360413011056/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/11/quando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/5201177360413011056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/5201177360413011056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/11/quando.html' title='Quando...'/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TNLrPbd6fCI/AAAAAAAAACA/fBkVUTx1zgM/s72-c/1287426508548_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-1986590774080357915</id><published>2010-11-02T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T18:38:27.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para bem alto..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TNC8e3N_9_I/AAAAAAAAABc/y1a6AS2cC_4/s1600/1288670877231_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TNC8e3N_9_I/AAAAAAAAABc/y1a6AS2cC_4/s320/1288670877231_f.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Voar para bem longe daqui.. deliciando dos prazeres que encontrar.. Pintando de todas as cores possíveis o meu mundo.. de um único jeito.. o meu jeito! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-1986590774080357915?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/1986590774080357915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/11/para-bem-alto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/1986590774080357915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/1986590774080357915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/11/para-bem-alto.html' title='Para bem alto..'/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TNC8e3N_9_I/AAAAAAAAABc/y1a6AS2cC_4/s72-c/1288670877231_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-189137246602578234</id><published>2010-11-01T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T09:08:57.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Encanto</title><content type='html'>Sorrisos sinceros?&lt;br /&gt;Arco íris radiando o céu?&lt;br /&gt;Uma lua repleta de luz?&lt;br /&gt;Pássaros voando decorando o céu?&lt;br /&gt;Estrelas brilhantes deixando a noite bela?&lt;br /&gt;Olhares sinceros?&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço apertado seguido de palavras doces? (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Afinal, o que te &lt;b&gt;encanta&lt;/b&gt;? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-189137246602578234?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/189137246602578234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/11/encanto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/189137246602578234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/189137246602578234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/11/encanto.html' title='Encanto'/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-4354222085430164687</id><published>2010-10-31T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T18:53:24.760-07:00</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/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TM4dZULJluI/AAAAAAAAABY/efZt1M2pa6o/s1600/1272519873073_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TM4dZULJluI/AAAAAAAAABY/efZt1M2pa6o/s320/1272519873073_f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso te surpreender, meu jogo não é tão fácil de entender.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-4354222085430164687?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/4354222085430164687/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/10/posso-te-surpreender-meu-jogo-nao-e-tao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/4354222085430164687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/4354222085430164687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/10/posso-te-surpreender-meu-jogo-nao-e-tao.html' title=''/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TM4dZULJluI/AAAAAAAAABY/efZt1M2pa6o/s72-c/1272519873073_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-3985350872491272897</id><published>2010-10-31T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T18:58:58.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irreal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TM3-EZPrKKI/AAAAAAAAABU/qO7Wm6mYEw8/s1600/1277979256307_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TM3-EZPrKKI/AAAAAAAAABU/qO7Wm6mYEw8/s320/1277979256307_f.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Adormecendo passo do meu mundo para outro,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; onde posso sonhar livremente e acordar sabendo que foi apenas sonhos...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-3985350872491272897?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/3985350872491272897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/10/irreal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/3985350872491272897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/3985350872491272897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/10/irreal.html' title='Irreal'/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TM3-EZPrKKI/AAAAAAAAABU/qO7Wm6mYEw8/s72-c/1277979256307_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-2142069113655590725</id><published>2010-10-31T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T07:00:46.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Admiração</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TM12WaHta6I/AAAAAAAAABM/z9HhXy32csI/s1600/1223178135874_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TM12WaHta6I/AAAAAAAAABM/z9HhXy32csI/s320/1223178135874_f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Inocência de um pequeno ser, pureza em seus coraçõezinhos, um sorriso sempre sincero...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-2142069113655590725?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/2142069113655590725/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/10/admiracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/2142069113655590725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/2142069113655590725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/10/admiracao.html' title='Admiração'/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TM12WaHta6I/AAAAAAAAABM/z9HhXy32csI/s72-c/1223178135874_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-4780117199917921959</id><published>2010-10-31T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T06:32:16.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estranha sensação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TM1vzbhMTCI/AAAAAAAAABI/DQrphTBdIdo/s1600/arvore_seca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TM1vzbhMTCI/AAAAAAAAABI/DQrphTBdIdo/s320/arvore_seca.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentada ali pude observar a imensidão do céu azul, a beleza rara que contia em minha volta, árvores balançando conforme o vento batia, pessoas se movimentando. E eu ali, sentada e afogando em meus pensamentos, o único modo que encontrei para mim mesma, refúgio para qual me desloquei. Meu coração tinha dúvidas, desejos, vontades, alegrias, tristezas... melhor dizendo, uma estranha sensação me dominava, eu não sabia o que estava sentindo quando não era nada, mas significava tudo. &lt;i&gt;Sentimentos são complexos? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-4780117199917921959?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/4780117199917921959/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/10/estranha-sensacao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/4780117199917921959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/4780117199917921959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/10/estranha-sensacao.html' title='Estranha sensação'/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TM1vzbhMTCI/AAAAAAAAABI/DQrphTBdIdo/s72-c/arvore_seca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-3490094388739655103</id><published>2010-10-21T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T19:41:49.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peixes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TMD5z3F6_tI/AAAAAAAAAA8/O0f5IcLHOS0/s1600/tatazinha.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TMD5z3F6_tI/AAAAAAAAAA8/O0f5IcLHOS0/s320/tatazinha.JPG" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Entendimento da compaixão e da empatia. &lt;br /&gt;Piscianos são as águas     universais das emoções. &lt;br /&gt;Eles choram, riem, sofrem, se alegram       pelo que eles sentem, e levam tempo para descobrirem que também       são assim pelo que os outros sentem.&lt;br /&gt;Em Peixes temos o simbolismo do &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt; universal. &lt;br /&gt;Não é à toa,       o universo inteiro de Peixes evolui em torno da sensiblidade e das emoções.&lt;br /&gt;São aquelas pessoas que irão trazer para casa os amigos sofridos       e, os desconhecidos também. &lt;br /&gt;Se você tiver sorte, Peixes se       controlará e apenas trará os animais abandonados que encontrou       pelas esquinas da rua. &lt;br /&gt;E, a pureza emocional de Peixes é tamanha,       que é difícil lhes dizer não.&lt;br /&gt;Este signo tem um elo de comunicação direto com as manifestações       do invisível. &lt;br /&gt;A intuição, a sensitividade, a linguagem       musical, a expressão criativa das pinturas, das artes em geral.       &lt;br /&gt;Tudo que, através de formas não verbais ilustrem as emoções       humanas.&lt;br /&gt;Peixes é o signo que consegue nos apontar o divino em cada um de       nós.&lt;br /&gt;E, por pertencerem a um universo pessoal tão solúvel e       sem fronteiras, são pessoas adaptáveis, e podem se sentir à vontade       em qualquer lugar. &lt;br /&gt;Na realidade, é assim porque carregam seu rico       mundo interno para onde vão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caminham pela vida, sonhando e devaneando com um mundo melhor.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-3490094388739655103?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/3490094388739655103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/10/peixes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/3490094388739655103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/3490094388739655103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/10/peixes.html' title='Peixes'/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TMD5z3F6_tI/AAAAAAAAAA8/O0f5IcLHOS0/s72-c/tatazinha.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-5487666655586843913</id><published>2010-10-21T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T09:27:35.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lua</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TMBpyBeYRWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fgT-z8SHPa8/s1600/lua.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="274" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TMBpyBeYRWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fgT-z8SHPa8/s320/lua.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És tão bela, iluminada.. Ao observar a lua meus olhos enchem de brilho, uma sensação de prazer toma conta de mim, e fico ali, olhando tanta beleza em um único fenômeno. A noite seria tão sem graça sem a perfeição da lua que a deixa mais bela, acesa.&lt;br /&gt;Uma das maiores maravilhas está nela a lua, em suas quatro fases: cheia, minguante, crescente e nova. Sob o luar ela está lá, ao olhar de todos e dando um novo sentido a noite.&lt;br /&gt;Me perco ao olha-lá, sempre me dando uma inspiração, aos meus pensamentos. Admiro a lua de uma maneira tão intensa. Cheia de vida e beleza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-5487666655586843913?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/5487666655586843913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/10/lua.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/5487666655586843913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/5487666655586843913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/10/lua.html' title='Lua'/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TMBpyBeYRWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fgT-z8SHPa8/s72-c/lua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809424009859281994.post-2119292719662523429</id><published>2010-10-21T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T09:29:10.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thaina Sabrine.'/><title type='text'>Vontade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TMBmMpBdAuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3szOwhvTyjY/s1600/209610650_688e184c75.thumbnail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="137" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TMBmMpBdAuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3szOwhvTyjY/s320/209610650_688e184c75.thumbnail.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que será que a cada dia uma nova vontade toma conta de nosso corpo?&lt;br /&gt;A cada acontecimento, descoberta uma vontade vem, ás vezes com mais intensidade que outras, mas não deixando de ser uma louca vontade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gritar, chorar, beijar, abraçar, sumir, desejar, prazer, dormir, aparecer, brincar, brigar&lt;/i&gt;... Dentre todas vontades um único objetivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fechando os olhos, penso em um lugar calmo, podendo escutar só o barulho das águas, um cheiro delicioso, e eu ali deitada, apenas eu, sentindo uma paz dentro de mim, na verdade, talvez seja esse mesmo o motivo: &lt;b&gt;PAZ&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8809424009859281994-2119292719662523429?l=momentofreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/2119292719662523429/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/10/vontade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/2119292719662523429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8809424009859281994/posts/default/2119292719662523429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentofreflection.blogspot.com/2010/10/vontade.html' title='Vontade'/><author><name>Thatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458747710725652027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TRPR1bHfFaI/AAAAAAAAADs/tNFAZM8KQ1I/S220/tata.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Va7ybV6vHs/TMBmMpBdAuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3szOwhvTyjY/s72-c/209610650_688e184c75.thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
