<?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-1431031284680022936</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:55:44.369-02:00</updated><category term='99BID'/><title type='text'>EU POR MIM MESMA</title><subtitle type='html'>TRADUZINDO-SE DE CORPO E ALMA."Sou uma filha da natureza:
quero pegar, sentir, tocar, ser.
E tudo isso já faz parte de um todo,
de um mistério.
Sou uma só... Sou um ser.
E deixo que você seja. Isso lhe assusta?
Creio que sim. Mas vale a pena.
Mesmo que doa. Dói só no começo".</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>643</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-3130408520620060240</id><published>2009-11-24T19:54:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T20:01:08.498-02:00</updated><title type='text'>AGORA VAI</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Veja dez dicas comprovadas cientificamente que ajudam quem quer perder peso sem passar fome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: Reprodução / TV Globo&lt;br /&gt;Emagrecer, ficar em forma, não é apenas uma questão de vaidade, é também uma questão de saúde. Os dados divulgados quinta-feira passada (19) pelo Ministério da Saúde são alarmantes: 43% dos brasileiros que moram nas capitais estão com sobrepeso. Ou seja, gordos. Consequentemente, o número de mortes por diabetes, doença relacionada à obesidade, aumentou. Agora vem a boa notícia: pesquisadores na Inglaterra montaram um manual prático e muito simples para emagrecer sem passar fome. São dez dicas e todas comprovadas cientificamente. Lápis e papel na mão? Então vamos lá! Todo mundo sabe que tipo de comida engorda e mesmo assim, 400 milhões de pessoas no mundo sofrem de obesidade. Deixou de ser uma questão de vaidade. Virou epidemia. Pesquisadores britânicos vão mostrar agora o que realmente funciona na hora de perder peso. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dica 1: nunca pule uma refeição Ao contrário do que se pensa, pular refeições engorda! E você vai saber por quê. Michael é jornalista e aceitou participar de uma experiência para mostrar o que acontece no cérebro quando pulamos uma refeição. No primeiro dia, ele tomou um bom café da manhã e depois fez um exame de ressonância magnética funcional. Dentro do aparelho, mostraram a Michael imagens de legumes e saladas e de comidas bem calóricas, como doces e batatas fritas. Como Michael estava satisfeito, o cérebro dele não deu a menor bola pro que viu. Na manhã seguinte, o jornalista fez o mesmo exame, só que em jejum. Na hora da salada, uma área do cérebro dele esboçou uma leve reação, mas quando viu doces cheios de açúcar, aqueles que destroem qualquer dieta, a mesma região do cérebro foi à loucura. Tudo isso é culpa de um hormônio: a grelina. Quando pulamos uma refeição e nosso estomâgo fica vazio, a grelina manda para o cérebro mensagens urgentes do tipo: ’emergência, estamos a zero! Consiga toda a comida que puder‘! Nosso cérebro então, muito obediente, manda a gente atacar tentações bem calóricas para recompensar nosso "pobre" estômago vazio. Pronto, a dieta foi por água abaixo! Então, já sabe. Nunca, jamais, em hipótese alguma, pule uma refeição. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E por falar em refeições, vamos para a dica número 2. Tão simples que parece provocação, mas funciona muito bem. Palavra da ciência. Dica 2: coma em um prato menor. Se você trocar um prato com 30 centímetros de diâmetro por um de 25 centímetros, você provavelmente vai comer 22% menos. Duvida? Pois um estudo comprova a teoria. Em um cinema dos Estados Unidos, metade da plateia recebeu um pacote normal de pipoca. A outra metade, um pacote gigante. As duas porções eram generosas, tanto é que a maioria das pessoas não deu conta de tudo. Mesmo assim, quem ficou com os pacotes maiores comeu 45% a mais do que os outros. Eles simplesmente não conseguiram parar de comer mesmo quando ficaram satisfeitos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dica 3: conte as calorias Para tudo o que você gosta de comer ou beber, existe uma versão light. Prefira um cafezinho, que tem só 10 calorias em vez daquele cappuccino, que tem 100. Uma salada com frango grelhado tem 250 calorias. Uma com mussarela de búfala, torradinhas e molho cremoso, sobe pra 450 calorias. Quer comer pizza? Peça uma fininha, de queijo com tomate e já serão 850 calorias. Agora, se você for chutar o balde com uma pizza de calabresa, serão mais de 1400 calorias. Sem falar na culpa! Mas o que dizer daqueles gordinhos que estão sempre comendo coisas saudáveis e mesmo assim não emagrecem? Pois é, alguns gordinhos só comem coisas saudáveis e mesmo assim não emagrecem de jeito nenhum. Debbie, por exemplo, nunca come frituras, massas ou doces e, mesmo assim, está muito acima do peso. Para ela, só tem uma explicação: o metabolismo dela é lento. Será? Médicos avaliaram o índice metabólico de Debbie, ou seja, quantas calorias o organismo dela queima para se manter vivo. Quarenta minutos depois de fazer um teste permanecendo deitada, veio a surpresa. O metabolismo de Debbie é absolutamente normal. Então por que ela não emagrece? Cientistas decidiram investigar o caso da atriz. Durante cinco dias, Debbie se dispôs a fazer um diário de tudo o que come e vai ter que tomar todo os dias um líquido que permite medir quantas calorias Debbie comeu e quantas queimou. Sai tudo no xixi. A atriz prometeu contar tudo o que comia, tim-tim por tim-tim. Com uma câmera de video, Debbie relatou comer pouco mais de mil calorias por dia. Só que os exames de urina deram um resultado bem diferente: três mil calorias diárias! Debbie simplesmente esqueceu de contar dois terços do que comeu. E isso não é coisa de gordinho, não! Estudos mostram que todo mundo esquece metade do que de fato come. Então, vamos à próxima &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Dica 4: pare de culpar seu metabolismo e preste muita atenção no que você está comendo! Uma salada de frutas grande, por exemplo, é supersaudável, mas tem caloria à beça. Agora, vamos aprender a usar o metabolismo a nosso favor! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dica 5: capriche na proteína Carnes magras, feijão, ovos e peixes dão uma sensação maior de saciedade. Bastam 10% a mais proteína no seu café da manhã e você vai comer menos no almoço. Especialistas em nutrição fizeram um teste com três operários de tipos físicos e metabolismos semelhantes. Antes do trabalho, cada um tomou um café da manhã com o mesmo número de calorias, mas muito diferentes. Mick comeu mais carboidratos, nutrientes que estão nos pães, massas e batatas. Já o café da manhã de Willy tinha mais gordura. E o de Charlie, mais proteína, como ovos e presunto magro. Quatro horas depois, eles almoçaram. Chalie, que comeu mais proteínas, quase não sentiu fome. Comeu muito menos do que os colegas. Isso acontece porque, de todos os nutrientes, a proteína é a que mais libera um hormônio precioso para quem quer emagrecer. O hormônio da saciedade. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dica 6: aposte nas sopas A dica número seis prova que existe um outro jeito bem simples de seguir com sua dieta sem morrer de fome: sopa! Pesquisadores fizeram um teste revelador com duas equipes de recrutas do Exército inglês. A equipe amarela comeu no almoço uma boa porção de frango, legumes e arroz, com um copo de água para acompanhar. A equipe vermelha comeu exatamente a mesma coisa, mas tudo batido no liquidificador. Uma sopa bem consistente. Depois do almoço, o volume de comida no estômago dos recrutas foi medido com um aparelho de ultrassom. Duas horas depois, os recrutas que almoçaram o frango sólido tinham bem menos comida no estômago e começavam a sentir fome. Já a equipe vermelha, que tomou sopa, ainda estava de barriga cheia. Isso acontece porque, quando comemos alimentos sólidos acompanhados de líquidos, como água ou sucos, esses líquidos logo seguem pelo sistema digestivo, e o volume no estômago fica menor. Por isso, a comida é processada mais rapidamente pelo organismo. Já uma sopa bem grossa, batida, demora mais para ser digerida. Você fica satisfeito por muito mais tempo. Então, aposte nas sopas! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dica 7: evite comer de tudo um pouco, faça escolhas Pastilhas de chocolate coloridas, por exemplo, fazem muito mais sucesso do que as de uma cor só. Quando estamos em um restaurante a quilo, o excesso de opções é uma tentação, e acabamos exagerando um pouquinho. Estudos mostram que, quando a oferta é grande, chegamos a comer 30% a mais. Então, já sabe: variedade exagerada é inimiga da dieta. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dica 8: laticínios podem ajudar você a eliminar gordura Agora, os amigos da dieta! A gordura e o cálcio são, então, eliminados nas fezes. Novas pesquisas mostram que o cálcio que está nos queijos, iogurtes e leite cola nas moléculas de gordura presentes no que acabamos de comer. A combinação vira uma espécie de sabão, que o intestino delgado não consegue absorver. Essa gordura segue, então, seu caminho e vai parar no vaso sanitário. Mas se você quer mesmo emagrecer, esqueça os queijos gordurosos. Estamos falando de leite, coalhada e iogurte desnatados e queijos magros, como a ricota e o queijo minas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dica 9: você pode queimar gordura dormindo. Essa dica é animadora. Mas antes de ir correndo pra cama, saiba que isso só vai acontecer se você fizer algum tipo de exercício. O jornalista inglês Michael Mosley duvida que isso seja verdade, mas aceitou fazer um teste. Encarou a esteira em ritmo moderado. Andou nove quilômetros em uma hora e meia. Quase morreu de cansaço. E de decepção, quando soube do resultado. Analisando o ar exalado por Michael, o pesquisador descobriu que ele tinha queimado menos de 20 gramas de gordura. No dia seguinte, Michael voltou ao laboratório para uma segunda bateria de testes, desta vez, em repouso. E então veio a grande surpresa. Depois dos exercícios, durante o sono, o organismo de Michael eliminou outros 49 gramas de gordura, mais do que o dobro da gordura perdida na esteira. Isso acontece porque o corpo usa diferentes combustíveis para obter energia: carboidratos e gordura. Durante os exercícios, nossos músculos geralmente preferem usar os carboidratos, porque são mais fáceis de queimar. Então, quando terminamos de malhar, nosso estoque de carboidratos está quase zerado. Isso força o organismo a buscar outra fonte de energia dentro do corpo: gordura. Mas isso, só se você praticar exercícios regularmente e suar bastante com eles. Se você é daqueles que jamais vai entrar em uma academia, a dica numero dez é para você. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dica 10: faça ginástica do instante Amy é locutora de rádio. A maior ginástica que ela faz é levantamento de agulha de crochê. Amy fica quase o dia inteiro sentada. Faz alguma coisa na cozinha e vai para o trabalho de metrô. Exercício? Segunda que vem, sem falta! Sempre segunda que vem. Amy aceitou fazer um novo tipo de exercício: a "ginástica do instante". Funciona assim: no instante em que atende o celular, em vez de ficar sentada, Amy levanta e anda para lá e para cá. Quando está arrumando a casa, a todo instante Amy sobe e desce as escadas. No instante em que acaba de almoçar, em vez de bater papo sentada, ela vai tagarelando com o amigo num passeio pelo bairro. E no momento de pegar o ônibus ou o metrô, Amy desce uma estação antes ou depois, só para andar um pouquinho mais. Não fica parada na escada rolante e nem mesmo na hora de falar com seus ouvintes. Resultado: com essas pequenas mudanças, Amy passou a queimar 240 calorias a mais por dia. Se fizesse assim durante um ano todo, perderia até 12 quilos. Aproveite as dicas! Sua saúde agradece! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-3130408520620060240?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/3130408520620060240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=3130408520620060240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/3130408520620060240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/3130408520620060240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/11/agora-vai.html' title='AGORA VAI'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-8750003182432183227</id><published>2009-11-12T16:38:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T16:43:46.851-02:00</updated><title type='text'>SERA?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/glitters/o/o_amor_nasce_de_um_olhar_-434.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SOmAlTtWvbI/AAAAAAAAA3g/FyYfuomaKH4/s400/universo+paralelo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-1706358567972641279?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/1706358567972641279/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=1706358567972641279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/1706358567972641279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/1706358567972641279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/08/universo-paralelo.html' title='UNIVERSO PARALELO'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SOmAlTtWvbI/AAAAAAAAA3g/FyYfuomaKH4/s72-c/universo+paralelo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-1037706317316838561</id><published>2009-08-18T18:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:22:47.772-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DELÍRIOS DE AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pic9.flodeo.com/photos/9/AE/AJ/Azulprofundo/222885-1342207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 418px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://pic9.flodeo.com/photos/9/AE/AJ/Azulprofundo/222885-1342207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Você acaba dando um jeito de me dominar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu não resisto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Parece que você foi feito pra me conquistar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ah eu desisto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Você sabe que eu acabo te dizendo sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Faz o convite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Abala minhas estruturas faz desmoronar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Toda vez que você vem e me faz um carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sabe que me leva para o mau caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Com você adoro tudo e morro de prazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A cabeça fica louca de te desejar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Minha tristeza vai embora é só você chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sem teu amor, sem o teu chamego não dá pra ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Fala pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Diz que não vai me deixar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jura que vai me levar em cada fantasia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cada madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Fala pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Os teus delírios de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Contigo eu faço o que for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Adoro essas loucuras que você me diz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-1037706317316838561?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/1037706317316838561/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=1037706317316838561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/1037706317316838561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/1037706317316838561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/08/delirios-de-amor.html' title='DELÍRIOS DE AMOR'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-7718612015533290993</id><published>2009-08-18T18:07:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:18:17.350-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MEU UNIVERSO É VOCÊ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/paixao/0047.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 406px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 526px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/paixao/0047.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Se me olhar no rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Vai ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;As tristes marcas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No sorriso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Querido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mais que a luz das estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ah! Meu universo é você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ah! Se eu puder ter a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ah! Eu juro todo o seu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Merecer!... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Quem sabe a sorte um sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Traz você prá mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Eu sei tudo sobre você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Esse é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Um amor maior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;É o meu presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Futuro é com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Se me olhar no olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Vai ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Falar é pouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Prá quem quer mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mais que a luz das estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ah! Meu universo é você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ah! Se eu puder ter a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ah! Eu juro todo o seu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Merecer!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Se me olhar no rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Vai verAs tristes marcas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No sorriso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Querido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mais que a luz das estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ah! Meu universo é você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-7718612015533290993?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/7718612015533290993/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=7718612015533290993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/7718612015533290993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/7718612015533290993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/08/meu-universo-e-voce.html' title='MEU UNIVERSO É VOCÊ'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-5216375749220674363</id><published>2009-08-18T18:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:06:52.677-03:00</updated><title type='text'>COMO TE QUERO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lemasr.blog.uol.com.br/images/eueamor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 364px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lemasr.blog.uol.com.br/images/eueamor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Te quero meu homem...&lt;br /&gt;para que tenhas em mim todasas sensações de pleno prazer,&lt;br /&gt;vivendo fantasias, desejos&lt;br /&gt;sem que nada nos possa deter...&lt;br /&gt;Te quero meu homem...para que mergulhes em meus&lt;br /&gt;poros poços de amor,águas cálidas que acalentam teu fogo&lt;br /&gt;que despertam meus sentidosque nos fazem tremer...&lt;br /&gt;Mas te quero meu amor...para que mergulhes em meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;e descubras minha alma&lt;br /&gt;que agora te chama.&lt;br /&gt;Que acaricies o meu coração e compreendas que te amo...&lt;br /&gt;Te quero meu amor...&lt;br /&gt;para que encontres em mim a cumplicidade,&lt;br /&gt;o carinho o motivo para sonhar, para sorrir, um porto de abrigo mil coisas enfim...&lt;br /&gt;Te quero meu homem...para que me envolvas em teus braços me beijes com lábios molhados&lt;br /&gt;do nosso sabor, que imploramem sussurros que eu sacie&lt;br /&gt;tuas vontades e te faça feliz...&lt;br /&gt;Te quero meu homem...para que me sintas incansável&lt;br /&gt;em me entregar,&lt;br /&gt;em te possuirfazendo-nos acreditarque sempre nos desejaremoscada vez mais...&lt;br /&gt;Mas também te quero meu amor...para poder te convencer que não apenas existo num corpo...&lt;br /&gt;que tenho alma, pura e apaixonada que permeia estrelas se inspirana Lua,&lt;br /&gt;se encanta com o Mare se ilumina ao Sol...&lt;br /&gt;Te quero meu amor...para pegar em tuas mãos&lt;br /&gt;e percorrermos caminhos...&lt;br /&gt;Te consolando das tristezas&lt;br /&gt;compartilhando alegrias&lt;br /&gt;e nos divertindo como&lt;br /&gt;seres enamorados que observam tudo&lt;br /&gt;com olhos de amor&lt;br /&gt;Que à noite procuram estrelas&lt;br /&gt;e de dia saúdam o Sol e a Luz...&lt;br /&gt;Te quero meu amor...para juntos aspirarmos&lt;br /&gt;o perfume das flores...&lt;br /&gt;Te quero meu homem...para juntos exalarmos&lt;br /&gt;nosso cheiro de amor...&lt;br /&gt;Te quero meu amor...&lt;br /&gt;para juntos idealizarmos&lt;br /&gt;nossos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;atendendo ao coração...&lt;br /&gt;Te quero meu homem...para juntos realizarmos fantasias&lt;br /&gt;e envolver-nos em sedução...&lt;br /&gt;Te quero meu amor...&lt;br /&gt;para juntos tentarmos superaro que nos aflige&lt;br /&gt;Para buscarmos lado a lado a serenidade de que precisamos...&lt;br /&gt;Te quero meu homempara te pertencer de corpo&lt;br /&gt;Te quero meu amor...&lt;br /&gt;para te entregar meu coraçãoe te desvelar a minha alma&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-5216375749220674363?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/5216375749220674363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=5216375749220674363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/5216375749220674363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/5216375749220674363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/08/como-te-quero.html' title='COMO TE QUERO'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-7011598607533266570</id><published>2009-08-04T19:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T19:55:42.459-03:00</updated><title type='text'>VERDADE PRIMA DOIDONA QUE NEM EU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Sni8Rnyz3II/AAAAAAAACXI/gmZTl3082eo/s1600-h/ofCAFCVOYF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366245966937840770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 64px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 64px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Sni8Rnyz3II/AAAAAAAACXI/gmZTl3082eo/s320/ofCAFCVOYF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nós mulheres somos foda! Não broxamos. Não ficamos carecas. Temos um dia internacional. Podemos sentar de pernas cruzadas, porque não dói. Podemos usar tanto rosa quanto azul. Temos prioridades em boates ou em qualquer outro lugar... A idade não atrapalha no nosso desempenho sexual. Se somos traídas somos vítimas, se traímos eles são cornos. Sempre sabemos que o filho é nosso. Não pagamos a conta, no máximo rachamos. Podemos dormir com uma amiga sem sermos chamadas de lésbicas. Mulher de embaixador é embaixatriz, homem de embaixatriz não é nada. Nós saímos pra curtir e não pra pegar, isso é só uma conseqüência.E por último: fazemos TUDO que um homem pode fazer só que com um detalhe:De Salto Alto (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-7011598607533266570?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/7011598607533266570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=7011598607533266570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/7011598607533266570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/7011598607533266570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/08/verdade-prima-doidona-que-nem-eu.html' title='VERDADE PRIMA DOIDONA QUE NEM EU'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Sni8Rnyz3II/AAAAAAAACXI/gmZTl3082eo/s72-c/ofCAFCVOYF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-2281349703070476206</id><published>2009-08-04T19:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T19:42:04.824-03:00</updated><title type='text'>EU NÃO ACREDITO EM MILAGRES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/cartas/0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 788px" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/cartas/0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-2281349703070476206?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/2281349703070476206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=2281349703070476206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/2281349703070476206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/2281349703070476206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/08/eu-nao-acredito-em-milagres.html' title='EU NÃO ACREDITO EM MILAGRES'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-8227482078138727633</id><published>2009-08-04T19:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T19:28:06.884-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TALITINHA DA DINHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/katrix1/Te_Adoro_233076222_0050.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 504px" alt="" src="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/katrix1/Te_Adoro_233076222_0050.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Sni119FVroI/AAAAAAAACW4/HZJB3X_pKjc/s1600-h/ofCAYPTEGZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366238894546595458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 64px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 48px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Sni119FVroI/AAAAAAAACW4/HZJB3X_pKjc/s200/ofCAYPTEGZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-8227482078138727633?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/8227482078138727633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=8227482078138727633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/8227482078138727633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/8227482078138727633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/08/talitinha-da-dinha.html' title='TALITINHA DA DINHA'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Sni119FVroI/AAAAAAAACW4/HZJB3X_pKjc/s72-c/ofCAYPTEGZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-7209512618972714491</id><published>2009-08-01T19:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T19:08:07.710-03:00</updated><title type='text'>FAZ UM MILAGRE EM MIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJiAuoHETcQ/SQEjJVy2BjI/AAAAAAAAANk/sL5S9qFf-wA/s400/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 365px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJiAuoHETcQ/SQEjJVy2BjI/AAAAAAAAANk/sL5S9qFf-wA/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Como ZaqueuEu quero subir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;O mais alto que eu puder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Só pra te ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Olhar para Ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;E chamar sua atenção para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Eu preciso de Ti, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;eu preciso de Ti, Oh! Pai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Sou pequeno demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Me dá a Tua Paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Largo tudo pra te seguir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Entra na minha casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Entra na minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Mexe com minha estrutura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Sara todas as feridas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Me ensina a ter Santidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Quero amar somente a Ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Porque o Senhor é o meu bem maior,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Faz um Milagre em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-7209512618972714491?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/7209512618972714491/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=7209512618972714491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/7209512618972714491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/7209512618972714491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/08/faz-um-milagre-em-mim.html' title='FAZ UM MILAGRE EM MIM'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJiAuoHETcQ/SQEjJVy2BjI/AAAAAAAAANk/sL5S9qFf-wA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-7059589297633348598</id><published>2009-08-01T19:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T19:04:02.245-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A HISTÓRIA DE ZAQUEU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.tabernaculodoavivamento.org/site/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/zaqueu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 371px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.tabernaculodoavivamento.org/site/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/zaqueu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Alguma vez você já se sentiu rejeitado, condenado e sem direito a se aproximar de Jesus? Alguma vez você já sentiu que apesar de todos os bens materiais que conseguiu na vida, continua havendo uma sensação de vazio lá dentro do seu coração que não o deixa ser feliz? Então sua vida tem muito a ver com a história de Zaqueu.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ver o que podemos aprender com a história de Zaqueu: "E, tendo Jesus entrado em Jericó, ia passando. E eis que havia ali um varão chamado Zaqueu; e era este um chefe dos publicanos, e era rico. E procurava ver quem era Jesus, e não podia, por causa da multidão, pois era de pequena estatura. E, correndo adiante, subiu a uma figueira brava para o ver; porque havia de passar por ali. E, quando Jesus chegou àquele lugar, olhando para cima, viu-o e disse-lhe: Zaqueu, desce depressa, porque hoje me convêm pousar em tua casa" (Lucas 19:1-5).&lt;br /&gt;Zaqueu é apresentado na Bíblia como o símbolo do homem pecador. A história diz que Zaqueu era rico. Homens ricos geralmente usam roupas finas e caras. É interessante notar que às vezes, o pecador é simbolizado na Bíblia por um homem pobre, mal vestido ou quase nu, como no caso do filho pródigo, que voltou para casa vestindo trapos de imundícia e cheirando a porcos. Como na história de Maria Madalena, que foi arrastada pelos cabelos, seminua; ou como no caso do cego de nascença que ficava na porta do templo pedindo esmolas.&lt;br /&gt;Já outras vezes, o pecador é simbolizado por um homem rico e bem vestido, como no caso de Naamã, o capitão do exército sírio, que por trás das suas vestes finas e condecorações gloriosas, escondia a miséria de uma lepra consumindo sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;Este também era o caso de Zaqueu, que aparentemente tinha tudo para ser feliz: usava roupas finas, seus filhos talvez estudassem em escolas particulares de primeira classe, morava numa das mansões da cidade de Jericó, mas não era feliz. Sentia-se rejeitado pela sociedade e atormentado pela própria consciência.&lt;br /&gt;Por que o pecador às vezes é simbolizado por um homem pobre e quase nu, e outras por alguém rico e bem vestido? O que Deus está querendo nos dizer?&lt;br /&gt;Sabe, o que Ele está dizendo é que perante Seus olhos, todos os seres humanos são pecadores, com apenas uma diferença: uns são flagrados em seu erro, e seu pecado é descoberto e exposto para vergonha pública. Dedos acusadores levantam-se muitas vezes para apontá-los e condená-los; estão nus. Outros, perante os olhos divinos, são tão pecadores como os primeiros, mas a lepra do pecado está oculta embaixo de uma vestimenta brilhante. Podem passar pela vida sem que nunca ninguém descubra seu erro. Estão vestindo roupas finas, mas infelizes, desprezados, vazios por dentro, como Zaqueu.&lt;br /&gt;Esses dois grupos precisam de Jesus. Precisam entender que aos olhos da igreja e da sociedade podem ser diferentes, mas são iguais aos olhos de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Zaqueu procurava ver "quem era Jesus". Estava certo. Vivia uma vida de pecado, usava para proveito próprio a posição que o governo tinha lhe confiado, mas estava certo em sua busca. Cristianismo não é moralismo. A primeira preocupação não deveria ser o que farei ou o que não farei e sim quem é Jesus, a quem amarei e a quem servirei?&lt;br /&gt;No caminho de Damasco, a primeira pergunta de São Paulo não foi: "Que queres que eu faça?", mas sim, "Quem és, Senhor?"&lt;br /&gt;Cristianismo nunca foi apenas o cumprimento dos quês da igreja, mas acima de tudo fidelidade ao Quem, àquEle que nos achou, nos amou, nos perdoou, e nos transformou.&lt;br /&gt;Zaqueu estava certo. Procurava saber quem era Jesus, mas não podia, por causa da "multidão". Qual era a grande dificuldade? Sua pequena estatura? Seu peso? Sua raça? Sua posição social? O que fazia sentir-se indigno? Sua pouca ou muita instrução? Não, isso nunca foi problema para chegar a Jesus. Era a multidão que não lhe permitia aproximar-se do único capaz de preencher-lhe o coração e transformar-lhe a vida.&lt;br /&gt;Você já percebeu que durante o ministério de Cristo na Terra, as multidões sempre atrapalharam a obra da redenção? Lembra do paralítico que um dia precisava desesperadamente de Jesus para ser curado, mas não podia chegar perto dEle por causa da multidão? Os amigos tiveram que fazer um buraco no teto para que pudesse chegar ao Salvador.&lt;br /&gt;Já leu a história da mulher com fluxo de sangue que teve que abrir caminho em meio à multidão para poder tocar o manto de Cristo?&lt;br /&gt;Consegue imaginar o cego que precisava de visão, clamando em alta voz: "... Jesus, Filho de Davi, tem misericórdia de mim!" (Lucas 18:38)&lt;br /&gt;As multidões ordenaram-lhe guardar silêncio, mas ele continuou gritando.&lt;br /&gt;As multidões sempre se consideraram fiscais da salvação. "Você não, porque é leproso." "Você sim, passe adiante." "Você espere, está imundo; primeiro tome um banho, está cheirando mal, para chegar perto de Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;Certo dia a multidão queria impedir que as crianças se aproximassem do Mestre. Então a voz doce de Jesus disse: "... Deixai vir os meninos a mim, e não os impeçais; porque dos tais é o reino de Deus" (Marcos 10:14).&lt;br /&gt;Multidões! Deus tenha misericórdia das multidões que andam com uma vara de medir a fé e dizer quem é digno e quem não é. Que Deus nos ajude a mostrar ao mundo quem é Jesus. Que Deus nos ensine a tomar a mão dos que se sentem derrotados, tristes, frustrados e rejeitados. Que nos mostre como segurar o braço dos que pensam que nunca conseguirão. Que nos ajude a amá-los, a compreendê-los, a levá-los a Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Zaqueu sentia-se indigno e pecador. Porém, a multidão o fez sentir-se mais indigno e pecador ainda. Então o homem rico de Jericó pensou que o melhor seria ficar de fora e limitar-se a olhar a Jesus de longe. Foi aí que caiu no erro de muitos hoje, que pensam que cristianismo é seguir a Jesus de longe.&lt;br /&gt;Cristianismo, meu amigo, é um relacionamento diário e permanente com Jesus. Não importa se a multidão dificulta sua aproximação dEle. Faça como o paralítico, que entrou pelo teto, ou como a mulher com o fluxo de sangue, que abriu espaço entre a multidão, ou então clame como o cego: "Jesus, Filho de Davi, tem misericórdia de mim!" Mas não fique em cima da árvore. Não existem desculpas para ficar longe, na passividade de um sicômoro ou na indiferença de quem vê Jesus passar. Cristianismo é compromisso com Jesus, é envolvimento com Sua igreja, é a participação de Sua missão. Cristianismo nunca foi contemplar Jesus comodamente de um sicômoro, enquanto se ruminam mágoas e ressentimentos e se é consumido por lembranças tristes que a multidão imprimiu dolorosamente em sua vida. Não, cristianismo é chegar perto de Jesus, apesar da multidão.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus atravessava a cidade seguido pela multidão, e lá estava Zaqueu em cima de um sicômoro. Por que será que os homens estão sempre plantando árvores para ficar em cima vendo Jesus passar? Zaqueu estava em cima de um sicômoro. Mas podia ter sido uma árvore de preconceitos, temores ou dúvidas. Quem sabe uma árvore de mágoas, ressentimentos ou simplesmente de orgulho e incredulidade. Tanto faz.&lt;br /&gt;De repente, Jesus parou e, em meio a tanta gente, olhou para Zaqueu: "... Zaqueu, desce depressa, porque hoje me convêm pousar em tua casa" (Lucas 19:5).&lt;br /&gt;Tenho tentado muitas vezes imaginar aquela cena. Imagino Zaqueu olhando de um lado para outro, desconcertado, querendo que Jesus estivesse falando com ele, mas com medo de receber uma resposta negativa ao perguntar:&lt;br /&gt;- É comigo, Senhor? Não está equivocado? Eu sou Zaqueu, um ladrão, um homem injusto. É comigo que vai jantar esta noite?&lt;br /&gt;Você já pensou, meu amigo, que naquele dia havia milhares de pessoas junto a Jesus? Centenas de homens e mulheres que lutavam um contra o outro por um lugar especial perto de Jesus? Cada um sentindo-se com mais direito do que o outro, e de repente o Mestre olha para quem não esperava nada, para quem se sentia indigno, insignificante, perdido entre os galhos de um sicômoro, e o chama pelo nome: "Zaqueu"? Assim são as coisas com Jesus. Para Ele não existem multidões, existem pessoas. Para Ele você não é apenas um produto ou um número na estatística. Você é gente. Ele se preocupa com você, com seus sentimentos, com seus sonhos, alegrias e tristezas. Ele chora com sua dor e se alegra com seus sorrisos. Você é tão importante para Ele que um dia Ele deixou tudo e veio a este mundo para buscá-lo. Ele sabe seu nome, onde você mora, conhece suas ansiedades, sabe que você pode estar tentando ser um homem resistente ao apelo divino, dizendo para si: "Eu só quero vê-Lo de longe." Mas na realidade você é um homem solitário e sincero que precisa dEle como todo ser humano.&lt;br /&gt;- É comigo, Senhor? - você pergunta.&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, é com você, Henrique, Isaura, Francisco, Aparecida, é com você mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;- Mas, Senhor! Eu fumo, bebo, tenho uma vida irregular, eu sou indigno.&lt;br /&gt;- Não importa, é com você. É por você que Eu vim, Eu o amo não pelo que você faz ou deixa de fazer, mas pelo que você é: um ser humano maravilhoso, apenas isso.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca terei palavras para agradecer a Deus, porque um dia, entre bilhões de seres humanos, o Senhor Jesus Se deteve no caminho da vida e olhou para mim. Não me achou em cima de uma árvore. Achou-me atrás de um púlpito, com uma régua na mão para medir o "cristianismo" da minha igreja sem medo de apontar o pecado "pelo nome", pregando sobre o amor de Deus sem jamais tê-lo experimentado, vestindo a imagem de um jovem pastor muito preocupado em descobrir os "pecados ocultos", para levar à igreja a reforma.&lt;br /&gt;E o Senhor Jesus, com sua voz mansa disse: - Filho, desce dessa árvore de apóstolo da reforma. Quero ficar com você, quero que Me conheça de verdade e compreenda que as coisas não são assim como você pensa. Quero que saiba que não é com o regulamento numa mão e a vara na outra que se reformam as vidas.&lt;br /&gt;A maneira como Jesus tratou a Zaqueu é a maneira como Ele quer levar Sua igreja ao reavivamento e à reforma completa.&lt;br /&gt;Veja que Jesus não olhou para Zaqueu e disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Zaqueu, você é um ladrão. O que você faz é uma vergonha. Estou disposto a lhe dar o privilégio de Me hospedar, mas antes quero que você confesse publicamente que é ladrão, e que devolva o dinheiro que roubou dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;Eu imagino que era isso que a multidão esperava. Mas Jesus não fez nada disso. Havia algo de maravilhoso com Ele. Os pecadores se sentiam amados na Sua presença. Quer dizer que Ele apoiava a vida errada dos homens? Não. Claro que não. A conduta deles é que mudava. Mas Ele nunca os fazia sentir mais pecadores do que já eram. Não precisava agredi-los para inspirar neles o desejo de mudança de vida.&lt;br /&gt;E agora vejamos a atitude de Zaqueu. O que foi que ele fez? Será que ele desceu do sicômoro e disse para Jesus:&lt;br /&gt;- Obrigado, Senhor, por lembrar-Te de mim. Eu nunca poderei agradecer-Te pelo fato de olhares para mim em meio a tanta gente. Agora fica um pouco aqui. Deixa-me ir e arrumar a casa. As coisas não estão bem por lá. Deixa-me fazer uma faxina completa e preparar uma refeição gostosa, então voltarei e iremos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Foi isso que Zaqueu falou? Não. Por que não? Porque se pudéssemos deixar Jesus aguardando para primeiro limpar a casa não precisaríamos dEle.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui está envolvido o maravilhoso princípio da justificação, que é pela fé, e da santificação, que também é pela fé. É Ele que limpa a vida. É Ele que coloca as coisas em ordem. É Ele que corrige, que conserta, que purifica. Por favor, nunca cometamos a tolice de agradecer a Deus pelo perdão e depois, sozinhos, tentemos colocar a vida em ordem.&lt;br /&gt;O que foi que Zaqueu fez? Acho que ele colocou sua mão na mão de Jesus. Era um homem solitário, rejeitado pela sociedade e que precisava que alguém lhe restaurasse o senso de humanidade. Ali estava uma mão estendida com amor, e ele agarrou-se a ela, apesar de ser um publicano, um ladrão, um pecador.&lt;br /&gt;A multidão não ficou contente com a atitude de Jesus. "Ah!", pensaram no coração, "Ele parecia ser o Messias, mas em lugar de condenar os pecadores, recebe-os, junta-Se a eles e não os repreende".&lt;br /&gt;Você já pensou que enquanto Jesus esteve na Terra nunca condenou os derrotados, os marginais, os ladrões ou as prostitutas? As poucas vezes que Ele condenou alguém, foram aqueles que achavam que estava tudo bem com eles, aqueles que se consideravam os guardiões da fé, a norma de vida de seus semelhantes.&lt;br /&gt;Graças a Deus porque Jesus veio a este mundo buscar os perdidos, os derrotados, os cansados de lutar sem nunca conseguir. Se você é um deles, alegre-se e louve o nome do Senhor, porque foi por você que Ele veio.&lt;br /&gt;Ele o está procurando, não importa onde você esteja, onde se escondeu, ou para onde fugiu. Um dia a voz de Jesus o alcançará e o chamará pelo seu nome, e talvez isso esteja acontecendo neste momento.&lt;br /&gt;Você está tremendo em cima do sicômoro da vida, sente-se rejeitado, triste, frustrado? Sente que nunca vai conseguir? Ouça a voz do Mestre dizendo:&lt;br /&gt;- Filho, Eu amo você. Desça daí, quero ficar com você, quero entrar em sua vida e colocar cada coisa em seu lugar. Quero limpar o que tem que ser limpo, consertar o que tem de ser consertado.&lt;br /&gt;Olhe agora para Zaqueu. Nenhuma palavra. Apenas caminhavam juntos, de mãos dadas, e aquele laço de amor penetrou na vida daquele publicano. Enquanto caminhavam juntos, a vida de Jesus, Seu poder, Sua vitória, transmitiu-se para o pobre homem, gerando nele o desejo de mudar de vida. Depois Zaqueu levantou-se e disse: "... Senhor, eis que eu dou aos pobres metade dos meus bens; e, se nalguma coisa tenho defraudado alguém, o restituo quadruplicado" (Lucas 19:8).&lt;br /&gt;Este é o resultado inevitável de estar em Jesus e andar com Ele. É impossível andar com Jesus e conviver com o pecado ao mesmo tempo. Essas coisas não combinam.&lt;br /&gt;Que dia extraordinário aquele! No início, Zaqueu não passava de um homem solitário, frustrado e vazio, apesar de sua invejável posição social e financeira. No fim do dia era um homem feliz, completo, transformado em Cristo.&lt;br /&gt;Zaqueu conhecia os dois lados da vida. O desespero e a esperança, o vazio e a plenitude, a tristeza e a alegria, a condenação e o perdão, a derrota e a vitória. Certamente Zaqueu podia dizer: "Jesus, Tu és a Minha Vida".&lt;br /&gt;ORAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;Senhor, muito obrigado. Obrigado porque um dia me achou em cima da árvore que plantei para permanecer indiferente a Ti. Obrigado porque neste momento posso ouvir Tua voz me chamando pessoalmente. Estou respondendo ao Teu chamado. Abençoa-me sempre. Em nome de Jesus. Amém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-7059589297633348598?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/7059589297633348598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=7059589297633348598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/7059589297633348598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/7059589297633348598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/08/historia-de-zaqueu.html' title='A HISTÓRIA DE ZAQUEU'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-4871205674738679095</id><published>2009-07-25T16:14:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T19:43:34.779-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TE  QUERO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://versus.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/Corpos7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 440px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://versus.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/Corpos7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te quero meu homem...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;para que tenhas em mim todasas sensações de pleno prazer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vivendo fantasias, desejos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sem que nada nos possa deter...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te quero meu homem...para que mergulhes em meus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;poros poços de amor,águas cálidas que acalentam teu fogo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que despertam meus sentidosque nos fazem tremer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas te quero meu amor...para que mergulhes em meu olhar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e descubras minha alma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que agora te chama.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que acaricies o meu coração e compreendas que te amo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te quero meu amor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;para que encontres em mim a cumplicidade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o carinho o motivo para sonhar, para sorrir, um porto de abrigo mil coisas enfim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te quero meu homem...para que me envolvas em teus braços me beijes com lábios molhados&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do nosso sabor, que imploramem sussurros que eu sacie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tuas vontades e te faça feliz...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te quero meu homem...para que me sintas incansável&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;em me entregar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; em te possuirfazendo-nos acreditarque sempre nos desejaremoscada vez mais...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas também te quero meu amor...para poder te convencer que não apenas existo num corpo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que tenho alma, pura e apaixonada que permeia estrelas se inspirana Lua,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;se encanta com o Mare se ilumina ao Sol...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te quero meu amor...para pegar em tuas mãos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e percorrermos caminhos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te consolando das tristezas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;compartilhando alegrias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e nos divertindo como&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;seres enamorados que observam tudo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;com olhos de amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que à noite procuram estrelas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e de dia saúdam o Sol e a Luz...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te quero meu amor...para juntos aspirarmos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o perfume das flores...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te quero meu homem...para juntos exalarmos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nosso cheiro de amor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te quero meu amor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;para juntos idealizarmos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nossos sonhos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;atendendo ao coração...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te quero meu homem...para juntos realizarmos fantasias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e envolver-nos em sedução...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te quero meu amor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;para juntos tentarmos superaro que nos aflige&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para buscarmos lado a lado a serenidade de que precisamos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te quero meu homempara te pertencer de corpo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te quero meu amor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;para te entregar meu coraçãoe te desvelar a minha alma... &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/1431031284680022936-4871205674738679095?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/4871205674738679095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=4871205674738679095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/4871205674738679095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/4871205674738679095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/07/te-quero.html' title='TE  QUERO'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-1108408022906477104</id><published>2009-07-25T15:27:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T19:29:07.880-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SEDE DE VOCÊ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll240/temadeaquario2011/05-4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 412px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 460px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll240/temadeaquario2011/05-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll240/temadeaquario2011/05-4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 7px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 2px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll240/temadeaquario2011/05-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sinto sede, sinto fome de você! Sinto sede do seu sorriso que encanta a minha alma, fome da sua voz que instiga os meus sentidos, excita a minha imaginação e me deixa enlevada de tesão! Sinto sede e fome da sua boca ávida, fico a imaginar... seriam os seus beijos uma dádiva? Sinto sede e fome de você! sede da sua alma, fome do seu corpo...dos seus abraços, do seu cheiro! Venha amor! sem receios... sem pudor matar a minha sede, saciar a minha fome, entregar-se a esta paixão sem medo de viver, deixando apenas a vida acontecer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-1108408022906477104?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/1108408022906477104/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=1108408022906477104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/1108408022906477104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/1108408022906477104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/07/sede-de-voce.html' title='SEDE DE VOCÊ'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-3781876906537295376</id><published>2009-07-24T19:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T19:37:44.805-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SERÁ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Smo3odg__2I/AAAAAAAACWY/1LiEiTbsUrs/s1600-h/recomecar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362159474595331938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Smo3odg__2I/AAAAAAAACWY/1LiEiTbsUrs/s400/recomecar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;” Nunca deixem que lhe digam que não vale a pena acreditar no sonho que se tem ou que seus planos nunca vão dar certo ou que você nunca vai ser alguém, tem gente que machuca os outros, tem gente que não sabe amar, mas eu sei que um dia a gente aprende. Se você quiser alguém em quem confiar confie em se mesmo quem acredita sempre alcança”&lt;br /&gt;Mais Uma Vez - Renato Russo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-3781876906537295376?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/3781876906537295376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=3781876906537295376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/3781876906537295376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/3781876906537295376'/><link 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Smo2wsYUedI/AAAAAAAACWQ/4E1rMlRL5zA/s1600-h/razao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362158516512782802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Smo2wsYUedI/AAAAAAAACWQ/4E1rMlRL5zA/s400/razao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Dizer, o que eu posso dizer&lt;br /&gt;Se sou toda sua agora&lt;br /&gt;É que às vezes acho&lt;br /&gt;Que não sou o melhor&lt;br /&gt;Pra você&lt;br /&gt;Mas às vezes acho&lt;br /&gt;Que poderíamos ser&lt;br /&gt;O melhor pra nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Só quero que saiba&lt;br /&gt;Entre razões e emoções&lt;br /&gt;A saída&lt;br /&gt;É fazer, valer a pena&lt;br /&gt;Se não agora depois&lt;br /&gt;Não importa&lt;br /&gt;Por você,Posso esperar&lt;br /&gt;Sentir, o que posso sentir&lt;br /&gt;Se em um segundo tudo acabar&lt;br /&gt;Não vou ter como fugir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-983824297930647674?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/983824297930647674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=983824297930647674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/983824297930647674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/983824297930647674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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POR ELE SE APAIXONARA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;POR ONDE O AMOR PASSAVA,IA DEIXANDO UM RASTRO DE PERFUME TÃO SUAVE QUE TODOS OS CORAÇÕES SUCUMBIAM APAIXONADOS.E O CIÚME CADA VEZ MAIS DESCONTROLADO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O AMORSENTIA-SE DOCEMENTE ACARICIADO ,COMO UMA BRISA QUE SOPRAVA E O LEVAVA POR LUGARES ANTES NUNCA SONHADOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MAS O AMOR,JAMAIS IMAGINOU,QUE PELO CIÚMES SERIA TRAGADO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O CIÚMES ,SEU ETERNO ENAMORADO,NUM SENTIMETO UM TANTO EXAGERADO,JULGOU-SE SENDO ENGANADO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AO PERCERBER QUE O AMOR JAMAIS SERIA APRISIONADO,DECIDIU QUE VEVERIA A ELE ENLAÇADO.E ESSA FOI A MALDIÇÃO QUE O AMOR CARREGA DE GERAÇÃO EM GERAÇÃO,POIS AO HABITAR UM CORAÇÃO PRECISA SER FORTE ,PARA DEIXAR DE FORA SUA MALDIÇÃO.....O CIÚME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-2112399446910431184?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/2112399446910431184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=2112399446910431184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/2112399446910431184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/2112399446910431184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-amor-e-o-ciume.html' title='O AMOR E O CIÚME'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-4151450037139349380</id><published>2009-07-21T21:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:59:26.040-03:00</updated><title type='text'>COMO DESPIR UMA MULHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SmZj-AaMqWI/AAAAAAAACWI/Bpv1EJuq-2c/s1600-h/COSTAS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361082323344075106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SmZj-AaMqWI/AAAAAAAACWI/Bpv1EJuq-2c/s400/COSTAS.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                             &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;É um ninho de emoções que não verás através da sua pele…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Uma geografia que admiras, sem chegares à sua essência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Despir uma mulher, não chega para descobrir o seu mundo secreto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;É muito provável que os seus olhos te contem muito mais…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ela sabe que para chegares à sua alma,deverás olhar com muito mais paciência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Mesmo despida, estará vestida de mistério&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;O fogo do seu interior,só o conhecerás olhando o seu coração…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Mesmo sem roupa, na tua frente, não te pertence…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ao despires uma mulher,nunca conseguirás tirar-lhe a sua melhor prenda…o pudor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Não existe seda que supere a sua pele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Nem tela que possa esconder o seu encanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Despir uma mulher ou tirar as pétalas a uma flor…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;É chegar até à porta dos sentidos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;E ajoelhar diante do altar sagrado da sua fonte de vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Mas lembra-te… ela continua sem te pertencer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Não conhecerás o seu céu… mas talvez conheças algo do teu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Com ela, pode o artista esquecer por completo o que é uma linha reta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;e naufragar num mar ondulado de luzes e sombras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Não te estou dar um presente para os teus olhos…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Trata-se de um presente para a tua alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sem luxúria, sem humor negro, nem duplas mensagens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Mel, orvalho, frutas, aromas e sabores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;É uma das melhores obras de arte de Deus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;transferida para a pintura,para a fotografia epara a escultura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;A tua inspiração nasce dela…Talvez um dia.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-4151450037139349380?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/4151450037139349380/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=4151450037139349380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/4151450037139349380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/4151450037139349380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/07/como-despir-uma-mulher.html' title='COMO DESPIR UMA MULHER'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SmZj-AaMqWI/AAAAAAAACWI/Bpv1EJuq-2c/s72-c/COSTAS.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-5364808308666624806</id><published>2009-07-20T18:15:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T18:23:31.556-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DIA O AMIGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Recados para Orkut" href="http://www.glimboo.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 441px; HEIGHT: 364px" height="428" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/amizade/0487.gif" width="514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tenho amigos que não sabem oquanto são meus amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Não percebem o amor que lhes devoto e a absoluta necessidade que tenho deles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A amizade é um sentimento mais nobre do que o amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;eis que permite que o objeto delase divida em outros afetos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;enquanto o amor tem intrínseco o ciúme,que não admite a rivalidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E eu poderia suportar,embora não sem dor,que tivessem morrido todos os meus amores, mas enlouqueceria se morressem todos os meus amigos!&lt;br /&gt;Até mesmo aqueles que não percebem o quanto são meus amigos e o quanto minha vida depende de suas existências ….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A alguns deles não procuro, basta-me saber que eles existem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Esta mera condição me encoraja a seguirem frente pela vida.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, porque não os procuro com assiduidade, não posso lhes dizer o quanto gosto deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eles não iriam acreditar.Muitos deles estão lendo esta crônica e não sabem que estão incluídos na sagrada relação de meus amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas é delicioso que eu saiba e sinta que os adoro, embora não declare e não os procure.E às vezes, quando os procuro,noto que eles não tem noção de como me são necessários,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;de como são indispensáveis ao meu equilíbrio vital,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;porque eles fazem partedo mundo que eu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;tremulamente,construí e se tornaram alicerces do meu encanto pela vida.&lt;br /&gt;Se um deles morrer,eu ficarei torto para um lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Se todos eles morrerem, eu desabo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Por isso é que, sem que eles saibam,eu rezo pela vida deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E me envergonho,porque essa minha prece é,em síntese, dirigida ao meu bem estar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ela é, talvez, fruto do meu egoísmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Por vezes, mergulho em pensamentos sobre alguns deles.&lt;br /&gt;Quando viajo e fico diante de lugares maravilhosos, cai-me alguma lágrima por não estarem junto de mim,compartilhando daquele prazer …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Se alguma coisa me conso me e me envelhece é que a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;roda furiosa da vida não me permite ter sempre ao meu lado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;morando comigo, andando comigo,falando comigo, vivendo comigo,todos os meus amigos, e,principalmente os que só desconfiam ou talvez nunca vão saber que são meus amigos!&lt;br /&gt;A gente não faz amigos, reconhece-os.&lt;br /&gt;(Vinícius de Moraes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-5364808308666624806?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/5364808308666624806/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=5364808308666624806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/5364808308666624806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/5364808308666624806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/07/dia-o-amigo.html' title='DIA O AMIGO'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-1135299875007133918</id><published>2009-07-17T13:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T13:22:11.987-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MEU CORAÇÃO AINDA QUER VOCÊ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Mais imagens para orkut " href="http://www.agox.net/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 418px; HEIGHT: 419px" height="480" src="http://s294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/sabater_wb/imagens/Coracao/coraco040.gif" width="504" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pra que dizer que eu não te amei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pra que sorrir se estou chorando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Se na verdade o que passei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Palavra que eu nem sei como eu sobreviví&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Por tantas vezes eu tentei, mas mesmo assim eu te perdi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Meu coração tão triste, ainda assim insiste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não quer viver na solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Só deixa a porta aberta para a pessoa certa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pra não sofrer desilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas deixe que eu te diga agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O que você fez comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quando você foi embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quase que eu enlouqueci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Num sorriso de tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nessa lágrima guardada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu te digo com certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Que o meu coração ainda quer você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-1135299875007133918?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/1135299875007133918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=1135299875007133918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/1135299875007133918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/1135299875007133918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/07/meu-coracao-ainda-quer-voce.html' title='MEU CORAÇÃO AINDA QUER VOCÊ'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-1307851642524144151</id><published>2009-07-16T21:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:51:01.938-03:00</updated><title type='text'>EU TE AMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Recados para Orkut" href="http://www.glimboo.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/tristeza/0029.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Foi tanto que eu te amei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E não sabia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Que pouco a pouco eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu te perdia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E aquele louco amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Inesquecível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tirar do coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;É impossível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Te amei demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Enlouqueci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Brigas banais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Te perdi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;O tempo já passou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E eu não consigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Calar meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E às vezes digo : Eu te amo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-1307851642524144151?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/1307851642524144151/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=1307851642524144151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/1307851642524144151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/1307851642524144151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/07/eu-te-amo.html' title='EU TE AMO'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-8458864773927021599</id><published>2009-07-16T21:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:44:39.516-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NÃO ME DEIXE MAIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Recados para Orkut" href="http://www.glimboo.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/flores/0751.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vamos esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tudo que passou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;que ficou pra trás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Esquecer o tempo dos mau entendidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O tempo perdido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;em pensar demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Esquecer as horas que quase mataram,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;de dúvida e medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não me deixes mais..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-8458864773927021599?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/8458864773927021599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=8458864773927021599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/8458864773927021599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/8458864773927021599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/07/nao-me-deixe-mais.html' title='NÃO ME DEIXE MAIS'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-2134685754357124634</id><published>2009-07-15T19:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T19:47:40.357-03:00</updated><title type='text'>POQUE VOCÊ ME AMOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Recados para Orkut" href="http://www.glimboo.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/tristeza/0033.gif" er="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Por todas aquelas vezes que você me apoiou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Por toda a verdade que você me fez enxergar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Por toda a alegria que você trouxe para minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Por tudo de errado que você transformou em certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Por todo sonho que você tornou realidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Por todo o amor que encontrei em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Eu serei eternamente grata, meu bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Você é quem me sustentou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Nunca me deixou cair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Você é quem me acompanhou, através disso tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Você foi minha força quando eu estive fraca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Você foi minha voz quando eu não podia falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Você foi meus olhos quando eu não podia ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Você enxergou o melhor que havia em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Me ergueu quando eu não conseguia alcançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Você me deu fé porque você acreditou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Eu sou tudo o que sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Porque você me amou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Você me deu asas e me fez voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Você tocou minha mão [e] eu pude tocar o céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Eu perdi minha fé, você devolveu-a de volta pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Você disse que estrela nenhuma estava fora de alcance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Você me apoiou e eu fiquei de pé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Eu tive seu amor, eu tive isso tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sou grata por cada dia que você me deu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Talvez eu não saiba tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Você sempre esteve la por mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mas eu sei que isto é verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Eu fui abençoada porque fui amada por você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;O vento carinhoso que me levava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Uma luz no escuro, brilhando seu amor na minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Você tem sido minha inspiração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Em meio a mentiras você foi a verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Eu sou tudo o que sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Porque você me amou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-2134685754357124634?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/2134685754357124634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=2134685754357124634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/2134685754357124634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/2134685754357124634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/07/poque-voce-me-amou.html' title='POQUE VOCÊ ME AMOU'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-4853179599254841383</id><published>2009-07-08T22:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:36:32.822-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MAMÃE DONA EVA</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut-recados.com/recados/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/recados/Dia-das-Maes_803136998_023-maes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;HOJE EXATAMENTE QUANDO VOCÊ ESTÁ FRÁGIL E PRECISANDO DE CUIDADOS,VOCÊ FOI FORTE O SUFICIENTE PARA CUIDAR DE MIM.POR ISSO NÃO SEI VIVER SEM VOCÊ.PORQUE MESMO QUANDO VOCÊ SE SENTE FRACA SEU AMOR A FAZ MAIS FORTE QUE TUDO.OBRIGADA POR VOCÊ SER A MÃE QUE DEUS ME DEU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-4853179599254841383?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/4853179599254841383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=4853179599254841383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/4853179599254841383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/4853179599254841383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/07/mamae-dona-eva.html' title='MAMÃE DONA EVA'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-517599351496811329</id><published>2009-07-04T18:55:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:58:25.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AMOR MAIOR QUE EU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a title="Recados para Orkut" href="http://www.glimboo.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 362px; HEIGHT: 397px" height="429" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/goticas/0114.jpg" width="308" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu quero ficar só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mas comigo só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu não consigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu quero ficar junto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mas sozinho só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Não é possível...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;É preciso amar direito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Um amor de qualquer jeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ser amor a qualquer hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ser amor de corpo inteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Amor de dentro prá fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Amor que eu desconheço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Quero um amor maior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Um amor maior que eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Quero um amor maior, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Um amor maior que eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu quero ficar só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mas comigo só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu não consigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu quero ficar junto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mas sozinho assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Não é possível..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;É preciso amar direito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Um amor de qualquer jeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ser amor a qualquer hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ser amor de corpo inteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Um amor de dentro prá fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Um amor que eu desconheço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Quero um amor maior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Um amor maior que eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Que eeeeeu!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Quero um amor maior,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Um amor maior que eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Então seguirei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Meu coração até o fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Prá saber se é amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Magoarei mesmo assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mesmo sem querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Prá saber se é amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu estarei mais feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mesmo morrendo de dor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Prá saber se é amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Se é amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-517599351496811329?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/517599351496811329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=517599351496811329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/517599351496811329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/517599351496811329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/07/amor-maior-que-eu.html' title='AMOR MAIOR QUE EU'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-1269493577302349790</id><published>2009-07-04T11:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T11:54:43.570-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O SONHO ACABOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Sk9tG_R7ivI/AAAAAAAACWA/Ar9xk-PvRYI/s1600-h/KKJJOUOUJHOI.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354618448800090866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Sk9tG_R7ivI/AAAAAAAACWA/Ar9xk-PvRYI/s400/KKJJOUOUJHOI.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;O SONHO ACABOU&lt;br /&gt;DE VOLTA A VIDA REAL&lt;br /&gt;CRUA E NUA COMO ELA É&lt;br /&gt;NÃO SE ENGANE&lt;br /&gt;PESSOAS MENTE&lt;br /&gt;MAGOAM OUTRA PESSOAS POR DIVERSÃO.&lt;br /&gt;MAS EU SOU COMO A FENIX,&lt;br /&gt;RENASÇO DAS CINZAS QUE RESTARAM DE MIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-1269493577302349790?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/1269493577302349790/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=1269493577302349790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/1269493577302349790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/1269493577302349790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-sonho-acabou.html' title='O SONHO ACABOU'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Sk9tG_R7ivI/AAAAAAAACWA/Ar9xk-PvRYI/s72-c/KKJJOUOUJHOI.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-181031577578179768</id><published>2009-07-02T21:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T21:35:08.949-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SINTO-ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Sk1Rxyz0WiI/AAAAAAAACV4/6sku4p9MDr0/s1600-h/OOOIIYUGUGYU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354025447907940898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Sk1Rxyz0WiI/AAAAAAAACV4/6sku4p9MDr0/s400/OOOIIYUGUGYU.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;HOJE ESTOU CANSADA DE MIM !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-181031577578179768?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/181031577578179768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=181031577578179768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/181031577578179768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/181031577578179768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/07/sinto-me.html' title='SINTO-ME'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Sk1Rxyz0WiI/AAAAAAAACV4/6sku4p9MDr0/s72-c/OOOIIYUGUGYU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-7559477566374201471</id><published>2009-07-01T19:22:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:25:28.080-03:00</updated><title type='text'>POR TE AMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Skv979nM0BI/AAAAAAAACVw/cD6cp81Y8hI/s1600-h/mjurrdrfgihoujhokl.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353651788653056018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Skv979nM0BI/AAAAAAAACVw/cD6cp81Y8hI/s400/mjurrdrfgihoujhokl.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PORQUE EU TE AMO? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Te amo pela sua ousadia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pelo amor que despertou em mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pelas suas propostas.&lt;br /&gt;Te amo pelo gosto da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Que você quer dividir comigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pelo abrigo que encontrei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Em braços teus que sonho.&lt;br /&gt;Te amo por me sentir completa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Por sua uma alma repleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;correndo junto ao tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Para me achegar a você.Isso me faz feliz!&lt;br /&gt;Te amo, por que você esta presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Em todos os detalhes da minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Torna meus dias agradáveis amáveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Meus problemas se tornam, mas toleráveis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Obrigada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu te amo, porque me sinto amada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As conseqüências é uma mulher renovada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Antes desacreditada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Que se descobre todos os dias cheia de alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Te amo porque me aceitas como sou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Porque Deus trouxe você pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Porque me prende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Defende-me, e se faz esta presente,a pesar de distante&lt;br /&gt;Te amo por ser meu respirar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Minha força de amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Por me fazer acreditar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Por ser quem é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Te amo por você ter mostrado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O que é o amor, o que é amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sem dor.....&lt;br /&gt;Te amo por enxergar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dentro de tua alma a minha própria alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Te amo, até que o tempo se faça presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Te amo enquanto o permitido, se permitir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Te amo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Exatamente assim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-7559477566374201471?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/7559477566374201471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=7559477566374201471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/7559477566374201471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/7559477566374201471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/07/por-te-amo.html' title='POR TE AMO'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Skv979nM0BI/AAAAAAAACVw/cD6cp81Y8hI/s72-c/mjurrdrfgihoujhokl.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-7311279494239310130</id><published>2009-06-22T20:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T20:20:30.898-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CANTEIROS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SkARMhSLBxI/AAAAAAAACVY/BZpm8cLUdis/s1600-h/1243297762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350295264106841874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SkARMhSLBxI/AAAAAAAACVY/BZpm8cLUdis/s400/1243297762.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Quando penso em você fecho os olhos de saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tenho tido muita coisa, menos a felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Correm os meus dedos longos em versos tristes que invento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nem aquilo a que me entrego já me traz contentamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Pode ser até manhã, cedo claro feito dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;mas nada do que me dizem me faz sentir alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Eu só queria ter no mato um gosto de framboesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Para correr entre os canteiros e esconder minha tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Que eu ainda sou bem moço para tanta tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;E deixemos de coisa, cuidemos da vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Pois se não chega a morte ou coisa parecida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;E nos arrasta moço, sem ter visto a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-7311279494239310130?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/7311279494239310130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=7311279494239310130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/7311279494239310130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/7311279494239310130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/06/canteiros.html' title='CANTEIROS'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SkARMhSLBxI/AAAAAAAACVY/BZpm8cLUdis/s72-c/1243297762.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-5612879686914073690</id><published>2009-06-14T23:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T00:06:44.422-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ECLIPSE DO CORAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SjWxgid9q9I/AAAAAAAACVQ/yBBEcvBmXt4/s1600-h/corazon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347375305138744274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SjWxgid9q9I/AAAAAAAACVQ/yBBEcvBmXt4/s400/corazon2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Volte atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;De vez em quando fico um pouco solitária e você nunca está por perto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;De vez em quando fico um pouco cansada de ouvir o som das minhas lágrimas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;De vez em quando fico um pouco nervoso que o melhor de todos os anos passados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;De vez em quando fico um pouco assustado e depois eu vejo o olhar em seus olhos,olhos brilhantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;De vez em quando eu caio distante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E eu preciso de você agora esta noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E eu preciso de você mais do que nunca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E se você apenas me segurar apertado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nós seriamos atados para sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E nós apenas estaremos fazendo o que é certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Porque nós nunca seriamos errados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Juntos, nós podemos ir até o fim da linha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Seu amor é como uma sombra recobrindo me o tempo todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não sei o que fazer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eu estou sempre na escuridão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estamos vivendo em um barril de pólvora e dando faíscas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu realmente preciso de você hoje à noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A eternidade vai começar esta noite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Era uma vez... eu estava me apaixonando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas agora estou apenas caindo distante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não há nada que eu possa fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Era uma vez... ali havia uma luz na minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas ali agora há somente amor obscurecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nada posso dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Um eclipse total do coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Volte atrás olhos brilhantes Eu sei que sempre você será o único homem que procurou -me do jeito que eu sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;De vez em quando eu sei que não tem um único no universo tão maravilhoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e tão magico quanto você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Volte atrás. De vez em quando eu sei que não existe nada melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e (eu) não desejaria mais nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-5612879686914073690?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/5612879686914073690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=5612879686914073690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/5612879686914073690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/5612879686914073690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/06/volte-atras-de-vez-em-quando-fico-um.html' title='ECLIPSE DO CORAÇÃO'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SjWxgid9q9I/AAAAAAAACVQ/yBBEcvBmXt4/s72-c/corazon2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-7428124748947101032</id><published>2009-06-12T22:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T22:51:26.255-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DIA DOS NAMORADOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SjMF4kfJSvI/AAAAAAAACVI/VOT9HxqJ4I8/s1600-h/heart2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346623652044032754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SjMF4kfJSvI/AAAAAAAACVI/VOT9HxqJ4I8/s400/heart2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Quando amamos as nuvens se diluem rapidamente, as brigas são diálogos, a vida ganha um misto tempero, que por sinal é muito saboroso! Quando amamos aprendemos o valor de algumas simples palavras como desculpa, obrigado, com licença, perdão, te adoro, docinho, amorzinho, querido, querida, e por ai vai.... feliz dia dos namorados .. bjs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-7428124748947101032?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/7428124748947101032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=7428124748947101032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/7428124748947101032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/7428124748947101032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/06/dia-dos-namorados.html' title='DIA DOS NAMORADOS'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SjMF4kfJSvI/AAAAAAAACVI/VOT9HxqJ4I8/s72-c/heart2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-6103980989494943105</id><published>2009-06-12T22:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T22:45:18.591-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AMADO - 12 DE JUNHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SjMD8f1EmgI/AAAAAAAACVA/lfvBSA0GEAA/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346621520490043906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SjMD8f1EmgI/AAAAAAAACVA/lfvBSA0GEAA/s400/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Como pode ser gostar de alguém&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E esse tal alguém não ser seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fico desejando nós gastando o mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pôr-do-sol, postal, mais ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Peço tanto a Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Para lhe esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas só de pedir me lembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Minha linda flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Meu jasmim será&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Meus melhores beijos serão seus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sinto que você é ligado a mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sempre que estou indo, volto atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estou entregue a ponto de estar sempre só]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Esperando um sim ou nunca mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É tanta graça lá fora passa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O tempo sem você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas pode sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ser sim amado e tudo acontecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sinto absoluto o dom de existir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não há solidão, nem pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nessa doação, milagres do amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sinto uma extensão divina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É tanta graça lá fora passa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O tempo sem você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas pode sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ser sim amado e tudo acontecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quero dançar com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dançar com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quero dançar com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dançar com você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-6103980989494943105?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/6103980989494943105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=6103980989494943105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-2453134993948344292</id><published>2009-06-10T15:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:25:07.689-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MINHA JUJU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Si_6cNw5hZI/AAAAAAAACUw/cgFUogXBVfQ/s1600-h/lagoa+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345766645350106514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Si_6cNw5hZI/AAAAAAAACUw/cgFUogXBVfQ/s400/lagoa+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-2453134993948344292?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Si_6cNw5hZI/AAAAAAAACUw/cgFUogXBVfQ/s72-c/lagoa+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-1720808540384370825</id><published>2009-06-10T15:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:23:35.676-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PRIMEIRA FRASE DE JUJU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Si_6DbPLZ7I/AAAAAAAACUo/8Z3k55u9TX4/s1600-h/lagoa+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345766219470038962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Si_6DbPLZ7I/AAAAAAAACUo/8Z3k55u9TX4/s400/lagoa+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br 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JUJU'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Si_6DbPLZ7I/AAAAAAAACUo/8Z3k55u9TX4/s72-c/lagoa+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-6669175018720448209</id><published>2009-06-10T14:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T14:54:15.672-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SOL E TERRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Si_zAiVasMI/AAAAAAAACUg/wDI72A_VnLw/s1600-h/93315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345758473254252738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Si_zAiVasMI/AAAAAAAACUg/wDI72A_VnLw/s400/93315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ONDE QUER QUE SE VÁ,SEMPRE HAVERÁ UM  SOL A BRILHAR.&lt;br /&gt;ALGUMAS NUVENS PODEM OFUSCAR O BRILHO DO SOL&lt;br /&gt;MAS SOL SEMPRE ESTARA LÁ,&lt;br /&gt;EM BUSCA DE UMA TERRA FÉRTIL&lt;br /&gt;QUE ELE POSSA AQUECER E FAZER BROTAR O AMOR.&lt;br /&gt;TAMBÉM,ONDE QUER QUE SE VÁ,SEMPRE HAVERÁ UMA TERRA FIRME&lt;br /&gt;ONDE SE POSSA DESCANÇAR&lt;br /&gt;ALGUMAS VEGETAÇÕES PODEM TENTAR ESCONDER A FIRMESA DESSA TERRA&lt;br /&gt;MAS ELA SEMPRE ESTARÁ LÁ&lt;br /&gt;EM BUSCA DE UM RAIO DE SOL,QUE FAÇA COM QUE DELA&lt;br /&gt;POSSA FLORESCER AMOR.&lt;br /&gt;PARA CADA RAIO DE SOL ,HÁ UMA TERRA FÉRTIL&lt;br /&gt;PORQUE SÓIS SÃO MUITOS COMO TERRAS SÃO VASTAS.&lt;br /&gt;QUE CADA RAIO DE SOL POSSA ULTRAPASSAR NUVENS E FRESTAS DE VEGETAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;PARA ENCONTRAR SUA TERRA FÉRTIL E FAZER FLORESCER&lt;br /&gt;UMA EXTENSA PLANTÇÃO DE AMOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-6669175018720448209?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/6669175018720448209/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=6669175018720448209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/6669175018720448209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/6669175018720448209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/06/sol-e-terra.html' title='SOL E TERRA'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Si_zAiVasMI/AAAAAAAACUg/wDI72A_VnLw/s72-c/93315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-8971251218772662985</id><published>2009-06-10T14:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T14:42:59.914-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SE EU CONSEGUIR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Si_wbr5ZTuI/AAAAAAAACUQ/98LLmBPzs6Q/s1600-h/hjhjhjhhj.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345755641142660834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Si_wbr5ZTuI/AAAAAAAACUQ/98LLmBPzs6Q/s400/hjhjhjhhj.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Tanto te quis, em vão,&lt;br /&gt;Tanto te esperei, te chamei e não viestes.&lt;br /&gt;Foi tanta a demora que nosso tempo se esgotou.&lt;br /&gt;Chegou a hora do adeus.&lt;br /&gt;Que os amigos se separem,&lt;br /&gt;Que toda a esperança se desfaça,&lt;br /&gt;Que todos os sonhos se desmanchem,&lt;br /&gt;Que todos os nós se façam na garganta,&lt;br /&gt;Que toda a tristeza do mundo corte, bem fundo,&lt;br /&gt;Que toda a saudade se faça irremediável,&lt;br /&gt;Que todo o chorar se torne inconsolável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto te quis, em vão,&lt;br /&gt;Tanto te esperei, te chamei e não viestes.&lt;br /&gt;Foi tanta a demora que nosso tempo se esgotou.&lt;br /&gt;Que teus olhos se fechem na minha alma,&lt;br /&gt;Que tua voz se torne muda aos meus ouvidos,&lt;br /&gt;Que teu nome se cale em minha boca,&lt;br /&gt;Adeus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu conseguir te esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-8971251218772662985?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/8971251218772662985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=8971251218772662985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-7863962433886401969</id><published>2009-06-10T14:31:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T14:39:11.006-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ADEUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Si_t9d-MVLI/AAAAAAAACUI/SAep8uotCOI/s1600-h/a-flor-adeus1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345752922985354418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Si_t9d-MVLI/AAAAAAAACUI/SAep8uotCOI/s400/a-flor-adeus1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Esses são versos de adeus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Esqueça dos beijos meus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Cansei dos sonhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Esqueça meus lábios risonhos!&lt;br /&gt;Vou partir por outras paragens!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Quem sabe encontro à felicidade?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Na plumagem de uma flor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Na variedade de tons da cor?!&lt;br /&gt;Estou sedenta por delicadezas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Choro agora de tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Por tanto engano!...&lt;br /&gt;Desço o pano... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Fecho a cortina...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Encerro a cena!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Arrependo-me como Madalena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Dos meus pecados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Tão bem decifrados por ti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Perdi a lucidez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Numa total insensatez!&lt;br /&gt;Quero que te ausentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Desta minha louca vida!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Desta alma dorida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Que chora o adeus...Adeus... Aos lábios teus!&lt;br /&gt;Adeus a esta louca paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Acendida entre ternuras e lassidão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Em over dose de amor!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ipês em flor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Tapetes de luar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Verde azul oceano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Águas profundas do mar!...&lt;br /&gt;Não tente decifrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Este louco coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Que explodiu em paixão...&lt;br /&gt;Encontre-me na minha poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Numa canção... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ou melodia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sinta esta minha nostalgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Que me impulsiona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;A um novo amanhecer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Novo viver... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sem você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-7863962433886401969?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/7863962433886401969/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=7863962433886401969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/7863962433886401969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/7863962433886401969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/06/adeus_10.html' title='ADEUS'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Si_t9d-MVLI/AAAAAAAACUI/SAep8uotCOI/s72-c/a-flor-adeus1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-7027145187019554770</id><published>2009-06-10T14:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T14:29:59.398-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TALVEZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Si_sHqJToDI/AAAAAAAACUA/-DSH8nqgYMA/s1600-h/ok.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345750899028631602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Si_sHqJToDI/AAAAAAAACUA/-DSH8nqgYMA/s400/ok.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Estou aqui pela última vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;nós dois sabíamosque aconteceria um dia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Um de nós teria que partir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;É triste para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mas tem que ser assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A sabedoria de viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;consiste tão somente em saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;quando se deve ir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Foi muito bom te conhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;melhor ainda o bem querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que me ensinaste com carinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Serás sempre lembrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;na alma e coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;terás o teu lugar,mas já não pode ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ficar aqui, idolatrar-te!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A vida tem que seguire tem que ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;infelizmente sem ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sempre que olhar o mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;lembres de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lembres da lenda também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e de quanto eu esperei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que me amasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;como eu te amei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mas sorrias sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;porque é assimque eu quero ver-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;feliz... muito feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não sintas e não lamentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sempre que alguém se vai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;o seu lugar é ocupadopor outro alguém:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;faz parte do viver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E o meu agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;precisa se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;muito longe daqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Adeus amor;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;não me procure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;eu não vou te esquecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mas não quero dizer isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;olhando-te nos olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;talvez não conseguisse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;só talvez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-7027145187019554770?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/7027145187019554770/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=7027145187019554770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/7027145187019554770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/7027145187019554770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/06/talvez.html' title='TALVEZ'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Si_sHqJToDI/AAAAAAAACUA/-DSH8nqgYMA/s72-c/ok.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-8759564594163665679</id><published>2009-06-10T14:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T14:21:38.313-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ADEUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Si_q4TVBCTI/AAAAAAAACT4/CoXahXCnh8k/s1600-h/ads.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345749535694063922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Si_q4TVBCTI/AAAAAAAACT4/CoXahXCnh8k/s400/ads.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;É melancólico dizer adeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;a um grande amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;é necessário, às vezes,resguardar o sentimento…,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;aceitá-lo somente na alma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;vibrando puras sensações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;É sempre sombrio dizer adeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;a um amor inesquecível,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;porém, por vezes é imperioso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;conservar o sentimento para depois…,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;abandoná-lo apenas na lembrança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;momentos eternizados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;É sofrido dizer adeusa um amor singular de almas gêmeas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;premente se faz, às vezes,abrigar o sentimento para depois…,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;renunciar,deixá-lo adormecido…,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;esperar renascer somente num futuro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;quiçá distante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;É muito triste saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;que é chegado o instante de dizer adeus…,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;guardar o sentimento para depois…,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;renunciar… para não ferir e ser ferido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;desampará-lo quieto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;para florescer em outro tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;momento certo de ser vivido,livremente…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;É triste dizer adeus ao amor eterno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;mesmo que por amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Adeus assim se equivale a renúncia sublime,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;a entregar o sentimento a Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;e esperar pelas luzes do futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-8759564594163665679?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/8759564594163665679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=8759564594163665679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/8759564594163665679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/8759564594163665679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/06/adeus.html' title='ADEUS'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/Si_q4TVBCTI/AAAAAAAACT4/CoXahXCnh8k/s72-c/ads.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-1723800721602213236</id><published>2009-06-03T21:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:09:43.292-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O DESEJO SEGUNDO RENE DESCARTES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SicPRW4MlaI/AAAAAAAACTw/a3Nhr2xBoiA/s1600-h/Rene_Descartes_Portrait_432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343256273771861410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SicPRW4MlaI/AAAAAAAACTw/a3Nhr2xBoiA/s400/Rene_Descartes_Portrait_432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"As paixões são todas boas por natureza e nós apenas temos de evitar o seu mau uso e os seus excessos." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;René Descartes descreve o desejo como uma das seis paixões simples, definindo-o como “disposição para querer para o futuro as coisas que a alma apresenta a si mesma como convenientes”. Segundo ele, distinguem-se tantas espécies de desejos quantos são os objetos que desejamos. Existe, por exemplo, o desejo de conhecer, a curiosidade, que difere muito do desejo da glória, e este do desejo da vingança, e assim por diante. Para Descartes, os mais consideráveis e fortes desejos são os que nascem do agrado e do horror, sendo o agrado a atração que nos impele para aquilo que proporciona prazer e o horror a aversão ou fuga daquilo que nos provoca dor.O homem sábio é aquele que manifesta a um só tempo a vontade firme e a confiança de usar sempre a razão o melhor possível, bem como praticar nas suas ações o que julgar ser o melhor. A generosidade é a capacidade de reconhecer seu verdadeiro valor, consciência que tem de seu livre arbítrio e o domínio que exerce sobre a sua vontade, governando o desejo para só realizar o que for possível. O erro surge quando a vontade cede ao imperativo do desejo, recusando o concurso do entendimento, que lhe apresenta através das idéias claras e distintas o que é verdadeiro e falso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-1723800721602213236?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/1723800721602213236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=1723800721602213236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/1723800721602213236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/1723800721602213236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-desejo-segundo-rene-descartes.html' title='O DESEJO SEGUNDO RENE DESCARTES'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SicPRW4MlaI/AAAAAAAACTw/a3Nhr2xBoiA/s72-c/Rene_Descartes_Portrait_432.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-7126748579541068128</id><published>2009-06-03T20:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:00:33.322-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O DESEJO SEGUNDO SANTO AGOSTINHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SicOH4hH2yI/AAAAAAAACTo/P4uW_f7RDrg/s1600-h/santoagostinho.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343255011491568418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SicOH4hH2yI/AAAAAAAACTo/P4uW_f7RDrg/s400/santoagostinho.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Amar:Ir perder-se de si !Encontrar a Deus." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Santo Agostinho SANTO AGOSTINHO apresenta o desejo como uma das quatro principais perturbações da alma, ao lado da alegria, da tristeza e do medo. Para ele, o desejo deixa a alma permanentemente em estado de inquietude, transformando cada pessoa num constante inquieto. Tal ocorre, porque o ser humano nunca se satisfaz plenamente ao realizar seus desejos, continuando a sua existência insatisfeito, a desejar sempre e a não jamais atingir o grau máximo de satisfação. No seu diagnóstico, só há uma solução: a mudança do objeto do desejo. Ao invés do homem desejar bens materiais, perecíveis, deve canalizar o desejo para o Bem supremo e imperecível, ou seja, o Absoluto e Eterno, que se conhece pelo nome de Deus. Esta é a única saída. Lembremo-nos, a este respeito, das suas palavras: “Cor meum inquietum donec requiescat in Te” (Meu coração permanece inquieto até repousar em Ti, ó Deus). Desse modo, para Agostinho, o desejo humano é definido originalmente como desejo de Deus. Desejo este, cujo objeto não é, como no eros platônico, o universal, mas a singularidade absoluta, o Criador do Homem e também daquele mesmo desejo que nele existe e o constitui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-7126748579541068128?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/7126748579541068128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=7126748579541068128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/7126748579541068128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/7126748579541068128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-desejo-segundo-santo-agostinho.html' title='O DESEJO SEGUNDO SANTO AGOSTINHO'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SicOH4hH2yI/AAAAAAAACTo/P4uW_f7RDrg/s72-c/santoagostinho.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-1966050649120098646</id><published>2009-06-03T20:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:54:35.366-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O DESEJO SEGUNDO PLATÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SicMpkUyQXI/AAAAAAAACTg/nGUhCWfHsxU/s1600-h/platao-grecia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343253391163408754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SicMpkUyQXI/AAAAAAAACTg/nGUhCWfHsxU/s400/platao-grecia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;"Quem ama extremamente, deixa de viver em si e vive no que ama."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Platão Platão distingue duas espécies de desejos:o desejo "EROS" que é a carência em busca da plenitude,ou seja,que busca aquilo que é durável,perene,imortal,a beleza eterna,seu supremo e único bem.Eros é o desejo de saber,é Filosofia,"amor ao saber",daí a expressão "amor platônico".o desejo"concuspiscível"é colocada na parte afetiva da alma,que busca os prazeres carnais,comida,bebida,sexo e prazer.Segundo Platão,cabe a consciência buscar o equilíbrio necessario"a existência humana diante do desejo concupiscível. O concupiscível, parte irracional,  exposta a todos os excessos e a todas as volúpias; e o irascível, que resiste ao concupiscível  irritando—se contra ele para o conter.Deles emergem duas paixões-tipo: o desejo e a cólera (de onde deriva a coragem). O concupiscível, ignora as invectivas da razão e lança-se,  desenfreado, contra aquilo que deseja.Controlado,porém pela consciência humana. Eros quer dizer  simultaneamente amor pelo corpo do outro, amor pelo Bem, amor pelo discurso verdadeiro.Eros é, essencialmente, o desejo - o desejo daquilo que falta ao sujeito.O desejo por aquilo que completa,um amor idealizado. Platão consegue sintetizar a existênicia dos desejos humanos.Em EROS, a busca eterna daquilo que nos falta,através do outro.Busca contínua pelo que é durável,felicidade plena,juventude,beleza.Em o desejo CONCUSPISCÍVEL,Platão traduz a essência do desejo carnal do homem,desejo esse,que deve ser controlado pela consciênica,para ser equilibrado,o desejo aos prazeres carnais,comer,beber,sexo,o prazer pelo prazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-1966050649120098646?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/1966050649120098646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=1966050649120098646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/1966050649120098646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/1966050649120098646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-desejo-segundo-platao.html' title='O DESEJO SEGUNDO PLATÃO'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SicMpkUyQXI/AAAAAAAACTg/nGUhCWfHsxU/s72-c/platao-grecia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-5634519962022856265</id><published>2009-06-03T15:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T15:53:22.370-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NA SUA ESTANTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SibBy0yYeGI/AAAAAAAACTY/nHKYqBkuJdo/s1600-h/nse.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343171086829254754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SibBy0yYeGI/AAAAAAAACTY/nHKYqBkuJdo/s400/nse.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Te vejo errando e isso não é pecado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Exceto quando faz outra pessoa sangrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Te vejo sonhando e isso dá medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Perdido num mundo que não dá pra entrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Você está saindo da minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E parece que vai demorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Se não souber voltar ao menos mande notícias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cê acha que eu sou louca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mas tudo vai se encaixar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tô aproveitando cada segundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Antes que isso aqui vire uma tragédia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E não adianta nem me procurar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Em outros timbres, outros risos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eu estava aqui o tempo todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Só você não viu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E não adianta nem me procurar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Em outros timbres, outros risos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eu estava aqui o tempo todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Só você não viu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Você tá sempre indo e vindo, tudo bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Dessa vez eu já vesti minha armadura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E mesmo que nada funcione&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eu estarei de pé, de queixo erguido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Depois você me vê vermelha e acha graça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mas eu não ficaria bem na sua estante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tô aproveitando cada segundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Antes que isso aqui vire uma tragédia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E não adianta nem me procurar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Em outros timbres, outros risos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eu estava aqui o tempo todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Só você não viuE não adianta nem me procurar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Em outros timbres, outros risos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eu estava aqui o tempo todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Só você não viuSó por hoje não quero mais te ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Só por hoje não vou tomar minha dose de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cansei de chorar feridas que não se fecham,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; não securam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E essa abstinência uma hora vai passar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-5634519962022856265?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/5634519962022856265/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=5634519962022856265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/5634519962022856265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/5634519962022856265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/06/na-sua-estante.html' title='NA SUA ESTANTE'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SibBy0yYeGI/AAAAAAAACTY/nHKYqBkuJdo/s72-c/nse.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-5625424379393171788</id><published>2009-06-03T13:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T14:04:05.872-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MULHER MADURA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SiarrMBRNxI/AAAAAAAACTQ/7Kk8kgD2_ww/s1600-h/1500-1237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343146766370944786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SiarrMBRNxI/AAAAAAAACTQ/7Kk8kgD2_ww/s400/1500-1237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; MULHER MADURA tem um jeito todo especial de ser. MULHER MADURA não é ventania, ela é ar em movimento. Ela possui uma beleza peculiar que não se iguala a nenhuma outra. Pena daqueles que não sabem percebê-las!!!&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA não PEGA, ela TOCA.&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA não come, ela se ALIMENTA.&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA não provoca, ela já é PROVOCANTE.&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA não é inteligente, ela é SÁBIA.&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA não se insinua, ela mostra o CAMINHO sutilmente.&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA não se precipita, ela espera o MOMENTO CERTO.&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA não nada, ela NAVEGA.&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA não voa, ela FLUTUA.&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA não pensa em quantidade, ela prefere QUALIDADE.&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA não vê, ela OBSERVA.&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA não anda, ela CAMINHA.&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA não deita, ela ADORMECE.&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA não é pretensiosa, ela simplesmente se GOSTA.&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA não julga, ela ANALISA.&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA não compara, ela ASSIMILA.&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA não consola, ela ACALENTA.&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA não acorda, ela DESPERTA.&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA não coloca algemas, ela os deixa LIVRE.&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA não enfeitiça, ela ENCANTA.&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA não é decidida, ela apenas sabe O QUE QUER.&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA não é exigente, ela é SELETIVA.&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA não se senti velha, ela se considera EXPERIENTE.&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA não se lamenta, ela tenta fazer DIFERENTE.&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA não tem medo, ela tem RECEIOS.&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA não faz juras, ela deixa por conta do TEMPO.&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA não tira conclusões, ela faz SUPOSIÇÕES.&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA "não desce do salto", ela tem "JOGO DE CINTURA".&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA não brilha, ela é ILUMINADA.&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA não dá tchau, ela ACENA.&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA não gosta de ser vigiada, ela prefere ser ESCOLTADA.&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA não é moderna, ela é ELEGANTE.&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA não quer ser cobiçada, ela prefere ser DESEJADA.&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA não possui sombras, ela tem AURA.&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA não adivinha, ela tem PERCEPÇÃO.&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA não faz sexo, ela é mestre na ARTE DE AMAR.&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA não fica, ela se ENVOLVE.&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA não é fácil, ela é FLEXÍVEL.&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA não manda, ela ADMINISTRA.&lt;br /&gt;A MULHER MADURA não aflora, ela é um constante FLORESCER.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, a MULHER MADURA é um conjunto de todas as belezas possíveis. É MULHER sensível, mas ao mesmo tempo uma verdadeira guerreira, é forte, mas é feminina, porém, muitos não possuem sensibilidade para perceber tal beleza, mas aqueles que descobrem...preferem morrer nos braços dessa tal mulher, que não é DOCE, mas que, simplesmente é puro MEL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-5625424379393171788?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/5625424379393171788/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=5625424379393171788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/5625424379393171788'/><link 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type='text'>CANÇÃO DO DIA DE SEMPRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SiXQP93s-yI/AAAAAAAACTA/2RPRfujneSg/s1600-h/POIPOI.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342905505669774114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SiXQP93s-yI/AAAAAAAACTA/2RPRfujneSg/s400/POIPOI.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tão bom viver dia a dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A vida assim, jamais cansa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Viver tão só de momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Como estas nuvens no céu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E só ganhar, toda a vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Inexperiência... esperança...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E a rosa louca dos ventos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Presa à copa do chapéu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nunca dês um nome a um rio:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sempre é outro rio a passar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nada jamais continua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tudo vai recomeçar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E sem nenhuma lembrança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Das outras vezes perdidas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Atiro a rosa do sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nas tuas mãos distraídas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mário Quintana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-6817483677651103843?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/6817483677651103843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=6817483677651103843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/6817483677651103843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/6817483677651103843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/06/cancao-do-dia-de-sempre.html' title='CANÇÃO DO DIA DE SEMPRE'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SiXQP93s-yI/AAAAAAAACTA/2RPRfujneSg/s72-c/POIPOI.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-1555461076511294366</id><published>2009-06-01T21:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:43:57.690-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MARY IN THE MORNING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SiR1SvtDGqI/AAAAAAAACSA/JoEbiG7yy28/s1600-h/euuu+2009+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342524022871759522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SiR1SvtDGqI/AAAAAAAACSA/JoEbiG7yy28/s400/euuu+2009+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Nada pode ser tão bonito quanto a Mary pela manhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ao amanhecer ainda sonolento eu a vejo deitada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Macia como a chuva que cai em flores de verão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Quente como a luz do sol que reflete em seu corpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Quando eu desperto e a vejo tão próxima de mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Eu quero a levar em meus braços,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;O desejo é muito intenso dentro de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Nada pode ser tão bonito quanto a Mary pela manhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Perseguindo o arco-íris em seu sonho tão distante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;E quando ela vira para me tocar, eu beijo seus dedos tão suavemente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;E então minha Mary acorda para amar e amar novamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;E Mary está lá em dias de verão ou tempos tempestuosos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ela não se preocupa como certo ou errado é o amor que nós compartilhamos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Nós compartilhamos juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Nada pode ser tão bonito quanto a Mary pela noite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Beijada pela sombra da noite e pela luz das estrelas em seus cabelos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;E enquanto caminhamos, eu a abraço ao meu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Todos os nossos amanhãs, para toda vida que nós compartilharemos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-1555461076511294366?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/1555461076511294366/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=1555461076511294366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/1555461076511294366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/1555461076511294366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/06/mary-in-morning.html' title='MARY IN THE MORNING'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SiR1SvtDGqI/AAAAAAAACSA/JoEbiG7yy28/s72-c/euuu+2009+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-757921818309520698</id><published>2009-06-01T21:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:20:07.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SEM EXPLICAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SiRv-P3cabI/AAAAAAAACRw/IBNuKee6JH8/s1600-h/BHJHHBHHGB.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342518173169904050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SiRv-P3cabI/AAAAAAAACRw/IBNuKee6JH8/s400/BHJHHBHHGB.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ઇ‍ઉ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Não ame pela beleza, pois um dia ela acaba.&lt;br /&gt; Não ame por admiração, pois um dia você se decepciona.&lt;br /&gt; Ame apenas,&lt;br /&gt;pois o tempo nunca pode acabar com um amor sem explicação."&lt;/em&gt; ઇ‍ઉ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1431031284680022936-757921818309520698?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/757921818309520698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=757921818309520698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/757921818309520698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/757921818309520698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/06/sem-explicacao.html' title='SEM EXPLICAÇÃO'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SiRv-P3cabI/AAAAAAAACRw/IBNuKee6JH8/s72-c/BHJHHBHHGB.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-4177401359627579504</id><published>2009-06-01T21:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:12:37.911-03:00</updated><title type='text'>EQUILÍBRIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SiRuFCdh0tI/AAAAAAAACRo/gIfLzpdXWgw/s1600-h/006_mulher_madura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342516090807374546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SiRuFCdh0tI/AAAAAAAACRo/gIfLzpdXWgw/s400/006_mulher_madura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Para sentir-me plena, tenho que ser estável.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Para ser estável, é necessário equilíbrio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;O equilíbrio entre:Ser alegre, e não inconveniente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ser sincera, e não machucar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ser firme nas idéias, e não arrogante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ser humilde, e não submissa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ser rápida, e não imprecisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ser contente, e não complacente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ser despreocupada, e não descuidada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ser amorosa, e não pegajosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ser pacífica, e não passiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ser disciplinada, e não rígida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ser flexível, e não frouxa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ser comunicativa, e não exagerada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ser obediente, e não cega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ser doce, e não melado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ser moldável, e não tola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ser introspectiva, e não enclausurada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ser determinada, e não teimosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ser corajosa, e não agressiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-4177401359627579504?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/4177401359627579504/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=4177401359627579504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/4177401359627579504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/4177401359627579504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/06/equilibrio.html' title='EQUILÍBRIO'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SiRuFCdh0tI/AAAAAAAACRo/gIfLzpdXWgw/s72-c/006_mulher_madura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-6299066022123308146</id><published>2009-06-01T21:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:08:52.371-03:00</updated><title type='text'>QUEM SOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SiRtcHWB3iI/AAAAAAAACRg/hmiQQd0qbMQ/s1600-h/sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342515387743460898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SiRtcHWB3iI/AAAAAAAACRg/hmiQQd0qbMQ/s400/sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;É curioso como não sei dizer quem sou.&lt;br /&gt;Quer dizer, sei-o bem, mas não posso dizer.&lt;br /&gt; Sobretudo ,tenho medo de dizer,&lt;br /&gt; porque no momento em que tento falar,&lt;br /&gt; não só não exprimo o que sinto ,&lt;br /&gt;como o que sinto se transforma lentamente no que eu digo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-6299066022123308146?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/6299066022123308146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=6299066022123308146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/6299066022123308146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/6299066022123308146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/06/quem-sou.html' title='QUEM SOU'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SiRtcHWB3iI/AAAAAAAACRg/hmiQQd0qbMQ/s72-c/sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-2937166647917221864</id><published>2009-06-01T21:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:06:41.802-03:00</updated><title type='text'>EU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SiRsw6TJfRI/AAAAAAAACRY/Te4Nyzug9nA/s1600-h/ros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342514645507341586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SiRsw6TJfRI/AAAAAAAACRY/Te4Nyzug9nA/s400/ros.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Sou uma filha da natureza:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;quero pegar, sentir, tocar, ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E tudo isso já faz parte de um todo,de um mistério.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sou uma só... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sou um ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E deixo que você seja. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Isso lhe assusta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Creio que sim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas vale a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mesmo que doa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dói só no começo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-2937166647917221864?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/2937166647917221864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=2937166647917221864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/2937166647917221864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/2937166647917221864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu.html' title='EU'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SiRsw6TJfRI/AAAAAAAACRY/Te4Nyzug9nA/s72-c/ros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-2449094285937046499</id><published>2009-06-01T20:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:01:40.034-03:00</updated><title type='text'>FALTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SiRrVj1iJLI/AAAAAAAACRQ/jbaX6kx3k_U/s1600-h/FALTA.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342513076109452466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SiRrVj1iJLI/AAAAAAAACRQ/jbaX6kx3k_U/s400/FALTA.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu sinto falta das poesias que não escrevi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Das palavras que não proferi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dos sentimentos que omiti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu sinto falta daquela música que nunca escutei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Das danças que não dancei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Das pessoas que nunca amei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu sinto falta dos erros que não cometi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Das mentiras que não menti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Das frutas que nunca colhi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu sinto falta das coisas que eu não fiz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu sinto falta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E que falta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hoje eu sei a falta que a falta faz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-2449094285937046499?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/2449094285937046499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=2449094285937046499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/2449094285937046499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/2449094285937046499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/06/falta.html' title='FALTA'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SiRrVj1iJLI/AAAAAAAACRQ/jbaX6kx3k_U/s72-c/FALTA.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-3599894946195793232</id><published>2009-04-25T21:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:28:55.533-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MAIOR DESEJO by Hélio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SfOqOaN3iZI/AAAAAAAACQw/LRvuMYXXW9Y/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328789948641806738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SfOqOaN3iZI/AAAAAAAACQw/LRvuMYXXW9Y/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Por que te deslizo entre os dedos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;como areia rebelde,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Me fizeste teu maior desejo e tua frustração cotidiana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Por que esmaeço em tuas memórias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; retoca-me o rosto sem cessar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Porque não me faço teu súdito, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;revolve no teu peito feminino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;A virilidade ofendida e me caças como se trucidar pretendesses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Porque volátil me faço em teus momentos mais íntimos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Desnuda-me sem pudor, velozmente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;antes que me dissipe desavergonhadamente nu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;e antes que teu dia amanheça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;eu anoiteço em teus olhos e assim fujo do teu abraço tentador!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-3599894946195793232?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/3599894946195793232/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=3599894946195793232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/3599894946195793232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/3599894946195793232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/04/maior-desejo-by-helio.html' title='MAIOR DESEJO by Hélio'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SfOqOaN3iZI/AAAAAAAACQw/LRvuMYXXW9Y/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-9097324284993516833</id><published>2009-04-25T21:21:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:23:52.356-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGEL by Hélio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SfOpDPV9aoI/AAAAAAAACQo/aqX26x_Htic/s1600-h/468369%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328788657232767618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SfOpDPV9aoI/AAAAAAAACQo/aqX26x_Htic/s400/468369%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Você ainda vive... em mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Não sigo fórmulas prontas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Não coloco moldura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Não busco sentido moral das palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Me desvio da métrica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Sou avesso às rimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Fujo dos estilos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Nem busco sentimentos precisos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Apenas o vago do coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;O claro-escuro das sensações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Não quero transcender o concreto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Nem cair na mesmice retórica pelo moralismo ideológico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Quero desmistificarInventar, exultar o irreverente e cáustico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Reinventar a realidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Sentir as indecisões da alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Criar alucinações sensoriais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Vomitar minhas verdades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Apenas quero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Escrever-te livremente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-9097324284993516833?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/9097324284993516833/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=9097324284993516833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/9097324284993516833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/9097324284993516833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/04/angel-by-helio.html' title='ANGEL by Hélio'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SfOpDPV9aoI/AAAAAAAACQo/aqX26x_Htic/s72-c/468369%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-539089361971446943</id><published>2009-04-25T21:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:12:54.053-03:00</updated><title type='text'>LAMENTAÇÕES by Hélio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SfOmTJ6cvxI/AAAAAAAACQg/n23svX-9Jvw/s1600-h/cheiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328785632118226706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SfOmTJ6cvxI/AAAAAAAACQg/n23svX-9Jvw/s400/cheiro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Os pensamentos perpassam por mim diluindo-se em incertezas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Cada vez mais profundas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Mergulho no azedume desta noite escura sem lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Que até parece,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Zombar de minha inquietude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Integram-se aos meus lamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Silêncio mortal galgando as horas, impiedosa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Momento cruel para indagações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Não sei se há respostas, nem sei se as quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Sinto-me frágil, indeciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Sinto tamanha impotência diante da arrogância venenosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Desta tristeza torturante, tortuosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Não há saudades há sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Não há lágrimas para chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Vejo um abismo se formando desta incerteza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Num redemoinho letal de sinistra penumbra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;E a noite ri, num sorriso macabro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Deste vácuo de dor e sofrimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Da tristeza do vazio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-539089361971446943?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/539089361971446943/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=539089361971446943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/539089361971446943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/539089361971446943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/04/lamentacoes-by-helio.html' title='LAMENTAÇÕES by Hélio'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SfOmTJ6cvxI/AAAAAAAACQg/n23svX-9Jvw/s72-c/cheiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-6157148365059286396</id><published>2009-04-25T21:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:07:10.567-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TEU CHEIRO by Hélio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SfOk8hgTbgI/AAAAAAAACQY/tQQUL7o4z88/s1600-h/BLOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328784143802396162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SfOk8hgTbgI/AAAAAAAACQY/tQQUL7o4z88/s400/BLOG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;CHEIRO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Onde estará o seu cheiro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;-Perdido entre outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Coitado do queridoque não mais tão queridochor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;aonde ninguém mais importa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Chora na esquinaque o medo do desamor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;cresce como pau brasil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;adubado pela terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;que ninguém mais importanem o ex-amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Mas no meu Brasil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;tantos outros choraram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;que minha dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;juro em outros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;viraram amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;e afirmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;que não sei mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;responder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;onde estará seu cheiro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-6157148365059286396?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/6157148365059286396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-1829802275192217107?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/1829802275192217107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=1829802275192217107&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/1829802275192217107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/1829802275192217107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/01/teclamos-hoje.html' title='TECLAMOS HOJE'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SXJErtibIgI/AAAAAAAACLE/BF1gzwYPorc/s72-c/Fred+e+Maryyyyyyy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-5859160572679476423</id><published>2009-01-17T18:46:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T18:48:25.845-02:00</updated><title type='text'>GALERA FINA DO MEGA JOGOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PARTE 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SXJD2cVLzoI/AAAAAAAACK8/MCqVEEMSkck/s1600-h/GALERA+DO+MEGA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292367114710797954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SXJD2cVLzoI/AAAAAAAACK8/MCqVEEMSkck/s400/GALERA+DO+MEGA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-5859160572679476423?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/5859160572679476423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=5859160572679476423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-2731692931701185882</id><published>2009-01-17T18:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T18:39:35.782-02:00</updated><title type='text'>MEU BEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SXJB2eglDjI/AAAAAAAACK0/cz0y459NVQQ/s1600-h/NosDois2[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292364916272205362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SXJB2eglDjI/AAAAAAAACK0/cz0y459NVQQ/s400/NosDois2%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Veja bem, meu bem&lt;br /&gt;Sinto te informar que arranjei alguém&lt;br /&gt;pra me confortar.&lt;br /&gt;Este alguém está quando você sai&lt;br /&gt;E eu só posso crer, pois sem ter você&lt;br /&gt;nestes braços tais.&lt;br /&gt;Veja bem, amor.&lt;br /&gt;Onde está você?&lt;br /&gt;Somos no papel, mas não no viver.&lt;br /&gt;Viajar sem mim, me deixar assim.&lt;br /&gt;Tive que arranjar alguém pra passar os dias ruins.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto isso, navegando vou sem paz.&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter um porto, quase morto, sem um cais.&lt;br /&gt;E eu nunca vou te esquecer amor,&lt;br /&gt;Mas a solidão deixa o coração neste leva e traz.&lt;br /&gt;Veja bem além destes fatos vis.&lt;br /&gt;Saiba, traições são bem mais sutis.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu te troquei não foi por maldade.&lt;br /&gt;Amor, veja bem, arranjei alguém&lt;br /&gt;chamado saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-2731692931701185882?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SXJB2eglDjI/AAAAAAAACK0/cz0y459NVQQ/s72-c/NosDois2%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-2045410002834097543</id><published>2009-01-16T22:31:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:33:57.866-02:00</updated><title type='text'>VERDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SXEnN46eGtI/AAAAAAAACKs/q5zMsLTyy5Q/s1600-h/PRESENÃA.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292054156706454226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SXEnN46eGtI/AAAAAAAACKs/q5zMsLTyy5Q/s400/PRESEN%C3%87A.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;"TEM MAIS PRESENÇA EM MIM O QUE ME FALTA."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-2045410002834097543?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/2045410002834097543/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=2045410002834097543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/2045410002834097543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/2045410002834097543'/><link 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SXEk9J2ixUI/AAAAAAAACKk/cZmo9dLdhEY/s1600-h/ATgAAACxXFwt9dYamXCCv3M0uxxx7q2HH-NH0Jv-veynRots1nBMjBoagFV1zU5iu0ajYxmv1ztZlBh6vc50TnN4HIuwAJtU9VCnycaGyK2G77L8SwEXwz61rsQLyA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292051670172353858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SXEk9J2ixUI/AAAAAAAACKk/cZmo9dLdhEY/s400/ATgAAACxXFwt9dYamXCCv3M0uxxx7q2HH-NH0Jv-veynRots1nBMjBoagFV1zU5iu0ajYxmv1ztZlBh6vc50TnN4HIuwAJtU9VCnycaGyK2G77L8SwEXwz61rsQLyA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desejos para 2009:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que amar seja a regra nº 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que nosso time seja campeão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que transborde respeito, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;poesia e gratidão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que os beijos sejam apaixonados&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que os pais e filhos cresçam juntos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que nossa força ajude os fracos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que tenhamos coragem para mudar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que dê sempre praia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que a liberdade nunca tarde&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que o plano de saúde não tenha utilidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que exista tempo para o que falta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que o trabalho nos dê prazer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que o salário dure todo o mês&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que o pão nosso de cada dia seja farto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que você ganhe o que merece&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que as drogas só sirvam para curar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que os riscos sejam corridos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que as guerras sejam só de travesseiro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que 2009 seja uma festa!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feliz ano novo!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-5520553050241600076?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/5520553050241600076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=5520553050241600076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aos inimigos desejo dor de dente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-1767386798161913812?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/1767386798161913812/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=1767386798161913812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/1767386798161913812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/1767386798161913812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-2309328396285242381?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/2309328396285242381/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=2309328396285242381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/2309328396285242381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/2309328396285242381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2009/01/ai-veio-o-natal.html' title='AI VEIO O NATAL'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-832574962261879657</id><published>2009-01-16T21:15:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:22:10.105-02:00</updated><title type='text'>19 DE DEZEMBRO MEU NIVER !!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 390px; HEIGHT: 277px" height="337" alt="Aniversario - Recados Para Orkut" src="http://images.recados.net/img/recados/Feliz-Aniversario_647874561_shirra3.gif" width="591" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-2356644907792530037</id><published>2009-01-16T21:04:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:08:15.446-02:00</updated><title type='text'>EU E ELE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SXESo3th75I/AAAAAAAACJ0/cgNi-3cENQk/s1600-h/EU+E+ELE.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292031530496028562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SXESo3th75I/AAAAAAAACJ0/cgNi-3cENQk/s400/EU+E+ELE.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;EU E ELE VOLTAMOS,DEPOIS DE MUITO AMOR,ELE ME DECEPCIONOU DE NOVO.AI TERMINAMOS.AGORA,ESTAMOS......ASSIM.TINHA EXCLUÍDO ELE DE TUDO,MAS JÁ ADICIONEI DE NOVO.rsrsrsrs....ELE ME PROCUROU NO MSN.PURO AMOR OU PURA CACHORRADA.NÃO É MAIS COMO ANTES.MAS NADA É MAIS COMO ANTES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-2356644907792530037?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/2356644907792530037/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=2356644907792530037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-3836582426823290281</id><published>2009-01-16T20:54:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T20:59:55.863-02:00</updated><title type='text'>EU VOLTEI ....HEHEHE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SXEQWwEuSAI/AAAAAAAACJs/b_RH_v3iR8s/s1600-h/Voltei.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292029020184922114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SXEQWwEuSAI/AAAAAAAACJs/b_RH_v3iR8s/s400/Voltei.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOSSA,DESDE DE 15 DE NOVEMBRO EU TO FORA.SABE FAZENDO O QUE ? JOGANDO BURACO NO MEGAJOGOS.SABEM NÉ?SOU COMPULSIVA.BLOGUEIRA COMPULSIVA,JOGADORA COMPULSIVA.MAS ACHO QUE CONSIGO RESUMIR OS FATOS DA MINHA VIDA AGITADA DE NOVEMBRO ATÉ HJ.HEHE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&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/1431031284680022936-3836582426823290281?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/3836582426823290281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=3836582426823290281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://i214.photobucket.com/albums/cc8/recadosanimados-saudacoes/te-amo/teamo15.jpg" width="436" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-7334200650849713061?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/7334200650849713061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=7334200650849713061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/7334200650849713061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/7334200650849713061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-you-say-love-me.html' title='DO YOU SAY LOVE-ME ?'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i214.photobucket.com/albums/cc8/recadosanimados-saudacoes/te-amo/th_teamo15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-1407524201839046492</id><published>2008-11-15T15:04:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:10:50.931-02:00</updated><title type='text'>MAYBE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Recados para orkut" href="http://www.recadosanimados.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt"&gt;Recados e Gifs para Orkut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i214.photobucket.com/albums/cc8/recadosanimados-saudacoes/mulheres/woman25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Esta noite você é minha completamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Você dá o seu amor tão docemente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Esta noite a luz do amor está em seus olhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Mas você ainda vai me amar amanhã?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; Este é um tesouro duradouro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ou apenas um momento prazer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Posso acreditar que a magia da sua vista &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Você ainda vai me amar amanhã? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hoje à noite com palavras não dito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Você disse que eu sou o único&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; Mas o meu coração vai ser quebrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; Quando a noite reúne domingo de manhã?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; Gosto de saber que seu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; Este sabe que eu posso ter certeza de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; Então me diga agora e eu não vou perguntar novamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Você ainda vai me amar amanhã? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Você ainda vai me amar amanhã? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Você ainda vai me amar amanhã? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;...Beijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Tonight you're mine completely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;You give your love so sweetly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Tonight the light of love is in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;But will you still love me tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Is this a lasting treasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Or just a moment pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Can I believe the magic of your sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Will you still love me tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Tonight with words unspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;You said that I'm the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;But will my heart be broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;When the night meets the morning sun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I like to know that your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;This know that I can be sure of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;So tell me now and I won't ask again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Will you still love me tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Will you still love me tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Will you still love me tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;...Kiss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-1407524201839046492?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/1407524201839046492/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=1407524201839046492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/1407524201839046492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/1407524201839046492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2008/11/maybe.html' title='MAYBE'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i214.photobucket.com/albums/cc8/recadosanimados-saudacoes/mulheres/th_woman25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-2415395312250097643</id><published>2008-10-29T21:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:32:45.842-02:00</updated><title type='text'>MEU AMIGO SERGIO DO MEGAJOGOS - SP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SQjydn6DhSI/AAAAAAAACJU/4R7OEyPu7bM/s1600-h/FOTOS+DO+CHAVEIRO+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262722755325035810" 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você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Deus te trouxe aqui&lt;br /&gt;Para aliviar o seu sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;É Ele o autor da Fé&lt;br /&gt;Do princípio ao fim&lt;br /&gt;De todos os seus tormentos&lt;br /&gt;E ainda se vier noites traiçoeiras&lt;br /&gt;Se a cruz pesada for, Cristo estará contigo&lt;br /&gt;E o mundo pode até&lt;br /&gt;Fazer você chorar&lt;br /&gt;Mas Deus te quer sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;Seja qual for o seu problema&lt;br /&gt;Fale com Deus, Ele vai ajudar você&lt;br /&gt;Após a dor vem a alegria&lt;br /&gt;Pois Deus é amor e não te deixará sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Deus te trouxe aqui&lt;br /&gt;Para aliviar o seu sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;É Ele o autor da Fé&lt;br /&gt;Do princípio ao fim&lt;br /&gt;De todos os seus tormentos&lt;br /&gt;E ainda se vier noite traiçoeiras&lt;br /&gt;Se a cruz pesada for, Cristo estará contigo&lt;br /&gt;E o mundo pode até&lt;br /&gt;Fazer você chorar&lt;br /&gt;Mas Deus te quer sorrindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;NOITES TRAIÇOIERAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-883936618034124855?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/883936618034124855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=883936618034124855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SQZUja8nKGI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/pmx4hGTvUiA/s72-c/Tristeza1%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-8241872081812830821</id><published>2008-10-26T19:20:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:30:58.557-02:00</updated><title type='text'>CINCO MINUTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SQTgHu3XDgI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/zY3FayuMnJc/s1600-h/x1pk64-9H0OKxTRuRaDbxbOdBcB4VbKgsAZhTEhMPJjLm06tqnN5Mjs6nf0WN0QN5B6z1oKT9q2JFYi9ZgdydGtDdcKqCqPVK6MiRUJlSh_y47au1bkjvzyr3oBGD_B163SFVIZTM8knpcvdiI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261576688119516674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SQTgHu3XDgI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/zY3FayuMnJc/s400/x1pk64-9H0OKxTRuRaDbxbOdBcB4VbKgsAZhTEhMPJjLm06tqnN5Mjs6nf0WN0QN5B6z1oKT9q2JFYi9ZgdydGtDdcKqCqPVK6MiRUJlSh_y47au1bkjvzyr3oBGD_B163SFVIZTM8knpcvdiI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;CINCO MINUTOS COM VOCÊ VALEM MOMENTOS O ÊXTASE DA FELICIDADE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;CINCO MINUTOS COM VOCÊ SÃO MAIS QUE PODE DEMORAR UM MÊS PARA PASSAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;CINCO MINUTOS COM VOCÊ É TEMPO SUFICIENTE PARA AMAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;TEMPO SUFICIENTE PARA NÃO ESQUECER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;CINCO MINUTOS COM VOCÊ SE ESTENDE COM A INTENSIDADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;CINCO MINUTOS COM VOCÊ SÓ NÃO MATAM MINHA SAUDADE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-8241872081812830821?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/8241872081812830821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=8241872081812830821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/8241872081812830821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-2718324171150898674</id><published>2008-10-25T21:18:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T21:28:57.566-02:00</updated><title type='text'>FINA FLOR AQUARELA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SQOrGe0DNzI/AAAAAAAAB3I/N-SqA5MRkSQ/s1600-h/1208126257_ha_tanto_pra_dizer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261236917537814322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SQOrGe0DNzI/AAAAAAAAB3I/N-SqA5MRkSQ/s400/1208126257_ha_tanto_pra_dizer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Angel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cantarei a esse amor(sempre e quando)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cantarei a ele, amor maior,conspiração minha e desengano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cantarei nas tardes serenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E nas águas turvas também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.Cantarei com extrema doçura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A esse amor que vai e vem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cantarei se preciso for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Para ninar a dor e o silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não sufocar tamanho amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nem a tarde e o firmamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cantarei sem que mereça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sou, mesmo, que me peças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cantarei para que não esqueças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A lua, a chama e a promessa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas falarei quando preciso(sem choro e sem vela)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fragmentos do meu riso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amor e fina-flor-estampa na aquarela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-2718324171150898674?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/2718324171150898674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=2718324171150898674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/2718324171150898674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/2718324171150898674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2008/10/fina-flor-aquarela.html' title='FINA FLOR AQUARELA'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SQOrGe0DNzI/AAAAAAAAB3I/N-SqA5MRkSQ/s72-c/1208126257_ha_tanto_pra_dizer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-2551989893930695223</id><published>2008-10-25T21:08:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T21:12:17.470-02:00</updated><title type='text'>CONHÇO-TE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SQOnR7ZqcBI/AAAAAAAAB3A/vfJYSImFrBo/s1600-h/foto%20nu_perfil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261232716143816722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SQOnR7ZqcBI/AAAAAAAAB3A/vfJYSImFrBo/s400/foto%2520nu_perfil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Embrulho-te com tecidos de finas fibras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Efêmeras, tisgas, paixões...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Como o estilista desenha o embrulhar dos corações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;E das solidões frívolas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sou como a tesoura que corta o cetim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Setando certeira com sua tática.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sou como a veste esporádica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Que apesar do tempo, dedica-se a finco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;E nesse labirinto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;te visto com dedicação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;E te embalo em meus sonhos com a minha fantasia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;És a primazia vestida de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;E sendo assim....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Quando te dispo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mais te conheço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;E... te entendo...&lt;br /&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/1431031284680022936-2551989893930695223?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SQOnR7ZqcBI/AAAAAAAAB3A/vfJYSImFrBo/s72-c/foto%2520nu_perfil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-3746230124608700939</id><published>2008-10-25T21:03:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T21:05:28.789-02:00</updated><title type='text'>INSTANTE MÁGICO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SQOlw9B2cYI/AAAAAAAAB24/yDR6MH_qd0A/s1600-h/%2521coupleE[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261231050133500290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SQOlw9B2cYI/AAAAAAAAB24/yDR6MH_qd0A/s400/%252521coupleE%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Instante mágico;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Uma névoa que esconde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Rios de êxtase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Olhar instigante e devorador;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Herdeiro da alquimia dos sonhos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Monarca na ilha do prazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Qual é tua grandeza ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Será que posso usá-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Abrindo meus caminhos escuros ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ó jovem Deusa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Por que não se liberta e declara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Que sou tudo que sempre sonhou ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;O louco homem em chamas ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Serás tu a escolhida ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Será que moro na cidade errada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; Passando todo o tempo longe de ti ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-3746230124608700939?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/3746230124608700939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=3746230124608700939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/3746230124608700939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/3746230124608700939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2008/10/instante-mgico.html' title='INSTANTE MÁGICO'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SQOlw9B2cYI/AAAAAAAAB24/yDR6MH_qd0A/s72-c/%252521coupleE%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-8784975246096081434</id><published>2008-10-25T20:56:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T20:58:59.053-02:00</updated><title type='text'>CINCO MINUTOS NO ESPELHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SQOkMH9exXI/AAAAAAAAB2w/3QgJvboSRD4/s1600-h/espelho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261229317901174130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SQOkMH9exXI/AAAAAAAAB2w/3QgJvboSRD4/s400/espelho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(FIVE MINUTES WITH THE MIRROR)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Estou me vendo andarilho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Isento de pontos, de vias e de setas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Se aqui desperto, ali adormeço.Mas tenho um berço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Por vezes desconfiado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sinto-me angustiado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Por isso, não obstante, sou mutante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E num só instante, mudo de cara e de pose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dependendo da hora, vou embora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Se algo não tem preço, às vezes permaneço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E me pergunto até quando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mas se o calor for imenso e o encontro intenso..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Por que a fuga e a covardia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não sei!Vai ver que nunca serei de ninguém e nem quero o alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu acho que sou assim:Um estranho de mim mesmo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;e por ser muitos, outros, tantos.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu não sou apenas um,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu sou várias possibilidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-8784975246096081434?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/8784975246096081434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=8784975246096081434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/8784975246096081434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/8784975246096081434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2008/10/cinco-minutos-no-espelho.html' title='CINCO MINUTOS NO ESPELHO'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Um amor de sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sonhos porque são distantes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Não tem chance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Só vontade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Que não se acaba,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;E cobre de alegria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;De lembrar que um dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Nele estive com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I`m lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-2803091038889899380?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/2803091038889899380/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=2803091038889899380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/2803091038889899380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/2803091038889899380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2008/10/lose.html' title='LOSE'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SQOjSwIqM3I/AAAAAAAAB2o/LiQshd5dSds/s72-c/AAAAA.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-1275654778139016629</id><published>2008-10-25T20:39:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T20:43:05.373-02:00</updated><title type='text'>SAUDADES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SQOgnCbhN8I/AAAAAAAAB2g/gcZFOClDYWY/s1600-h/HBGHGCFTDESDESSSS.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261225382226507714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SQOgnCbhN8I/AAAAAAAAB2g/gcZFOClDYWY/s400/HBGHGCFTDESDESSSS.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Saudade é solidão acompanhada, é quando o amor ainda não foi embora, mas o amado já... Saudade é amar um passado que ainda não passou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; é recusar um presente que nos machuca, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;é não ver o futuro que nos convida... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Saudade é sentir que existe o que não existe mais... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Saudade é o inferno dos que perderam, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;é a dor dos que ficaram para trás, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;é o gosto de morte na boca dos que continuam... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Só uma pessoa no mundo deseja sentir saudade: aquela que nunca amou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;E esse é o maior dos sofrimentos: não ter por quem sentir saudades, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;passar pela vida e não viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; O maior dos sofrimentos é nunca ter sofrido.&lt;br /&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/1431031284680022936-1275654778139016629?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/1275654778139016629/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=1275654778139016629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-8414978537983195906</id><published>2008-10-25T20:32:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T20:32:48.192-02:00</updated><title type='text'>DEMAISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://katrix.com.br/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Saudade-6032" src="http://images.katrix.com.br/img/katrix1/Saudade_1376437074_saudades005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-8414978537983195906?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/8414978537983195906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-6443368894976519558</id><published>2008-10-25T20:21:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T20:22:01.798-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ABORBOLETA E A FLOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://katrix.com.br/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Borboletas-3471" src="http://images.katrix.com.br/img/katrix1/Borboletas_331694209_borboletas016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-6443368894976519558?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/6443368894976519558/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SP0Vh1Sig-I/AAAAAAAAB2I/4_LMToiRO_M/s400/69529,1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HOJE ME TORNEI VICE-ALMIRANTE,JOGO O DIA TODO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;É MINHA DISTRAÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-5717479100804958253?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/5717479100804958253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=5717479100804958253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-7591670923429231683</id><published>2008-10-20T21:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:28:54.757-02:00</updated><title type='text'>EU HOJE NO PRIMEIRO DIA DO HORÁRIO DE VERÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SP0UE4L42dI/AAAAAAAAB2A/On1c6HPgCCY/s1600-h/cansada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259382013872888274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SP0UE4L42dI/AAAAAAAAB2A/On1c6HPgCCY/s400/cansada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-7591670923429231683?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SP0UE4L42dI/AAAAAAAAB2A/On1c6HPgCCY/s72-c/cansada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-627287122603396480</id><published>2008-10-20T21:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:25:53.209-02:00</updated><title type='text'>SINTO MUITO......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SP0TbmnROhI/AAAAAAAAB14/CbBWE-zmW5Y/s1600-h/MeaCulpa1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259381304781257234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SP0TbmnROhI/AAAAAAAAB14/CbBWE-zmW5Y/s400/MeaCulpa1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-627287122603396480?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/627287122603396480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=627287122603396480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/627287122603396480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/627287122603396480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2008/10/sinto-muito.html' title='SINTO MUITO......'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SP0TbmnROhI/AAAAAAAAB14/CbBWE-zmW5Y/s72-c/MeaCulpa1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-1832666947495586865</id><published>2008-10-19T21:54:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:59:45.609-02:00</updated><title type='text'>EVIDÊNCIAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SPvI9jexhDI/AAAAAAAAB1w/6864BHq35ZU/s1600-h/don__t_tell_me_it__s_over_by_WCS_Wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259017949707076658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SPvI9jexhDI/AAAAAAAAB1w/6864BHq35ZU/s400/don__t_tell_me_it__s_over_by_WCS_Wi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quando eu digo que deixei de te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É porque eu te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quando eu digo que não quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mais você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É porque eu te quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu tenho medo de te dar meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E confessar que eu estou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Em tuas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas não posso imaginar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O que vai ser de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se eu te perder um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu me afasto e me defendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas depois me entrego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Faço tipo, falo coisas que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu não sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas depois eu nego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas a verdade é que sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Louco por você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E tenho medo de pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Em te perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu preciso aceitar que não dá mais pra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Separar as nossasvidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E nessa loucura de dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que não te quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vou negando as aparências,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Disfarçando as evidências&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas pra que viver fingindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se eu não posso enganar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu sei que te amo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chega de mentiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De negar o meu desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu te quero mais que tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;eu preciso do seu beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu entrego a minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pra você fazer o que quiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Só quero ouvir você dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Diz que é verdade que tem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que ainda você pensa muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Diz que é verdade que tem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que ainda você quer viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pra mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-1832666947495586865?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/1832666947495586865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SPjecTM6JHI/AAAAAAAAB1g/lNYrK7H_npw/s400/TATOO+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SPjXVNP3UkI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/vOgQuzL-nlY/s1600-h/tatoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258189324288479810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SPjXVNP3UkI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/vOgQuzL-nlY/s400/tatoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;BY DAVIDSON TATOO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-5697086518339914741?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/5697086518339914741/comments/default' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SPjecTM6JHI/AAAAAAAAB1g/lNYrK7H_npw/s72-c/TATOO+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-6884009538372141498</id><published>2008-10-15T19:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T19:08:03.603-03:00</updated><title type='text'>APENAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SPZpteU4bgI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/D2rBoke6hj0/s1600-h/Tristeza1[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257505844957310466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SPZpteU4bgI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/D2rBoke6hj0/s400/Tristeza1%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-6884009538372141498?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/6884009538372141498/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=6884009538372141498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/6884009538372141498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/6884009538372141498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2008/10/apenas.html' title='APENAS'/><author><name>MARY       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center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SPZpUbAPP-I/AAAAAAAAB1I/QzrPBTlsL-Y/s400/tristeza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; NENHUMA PALAVRA PARA EXPRESSAR O QUE SINTO....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-5076602053081020891?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/5076602053081020891/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=5076602053081020891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/5076602053081020891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/5076602053081020891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2008/10/sinto.html' title='SINTO'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SPZpUbAPP-I/AAAAAAAAB1I/QzrPBTlsL-Y/s72-c/tristeza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-60725639229823311</id><published>2008-10-15T18:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T18:54:44.077-03:00</updated><title type='text'>IT´S OVER !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SPZmbf8ohSI/AAAAAAAAB1A/49rj7Md1ua4/s1600-h/adormecidanz3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257502237619946786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SPZmbf8ohSI/AAAAAAAAB1A/49rj7Md1ua4/s400/adormecidanz3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEM PALAVRAS,APENAS SILÊNCIO......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-60725639229823311?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/60725639229823311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=60725639229823311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/60725639229823311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/60725639229823311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-over.html' title='IT´S OVER !'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SPZmbf8ohSI/AAAAAAAAB1A/49rj7Md1ua4/s72-c/adormecidanz3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-268153280145370484</id><published>2008-10-15T18:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T18:52:52.580-03:00</updated><title type='text'>HE SAID TODAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SPZmAbm063I/AAAAAAAAB04/3w70D7vd8_s/s1600-h/650381342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257501772598274930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SPZmAbm063I/AAAAAAAAB04/3w70D7vd8_s/s400/650381342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINALMENTE.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-268153280145370484?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SPZmAbm063I/AAAAAAAAB04/3w70D7vd8_s/s72-c/650381342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-7402016308317033043</id><published>2008-10-15T18:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T18:51:14.425-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PARABÉNS PARA MIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SPZluY2M8zI/AAAAAAAAB0w/NhcBVaCR5uE/s1600-h/llllll.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257501462619812658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SPZluY2M8zI/AAAAAAAAB0w/NhcBVaCR5uE/s400/llllll.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SPZluY2M8zI/AAAAAAAAB0w/NhcBVaCR5uE/s72-c/llllll.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-3505356651261755916</id><published>2008-10-14T19:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:00:20.467-03:00</updated><title type='text'>VOVÔ NARCISO 97 ANOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SPUimHeYPII/AAAAAAAAB0o/33cj63csjIU/s1600-h/ATgAAABsktdZuhU9TAznjm1q8k7ZRqYoTyoQnbumY-e1Nj09MrEivBFYfDGLoqlLMiniDBMk5Rd2ysTWs3ueQTQw2oLAAJtU9VDvC4WcsJ8cFGbPbiFQ0tL98FyW5w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257146178261761154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SPUimHeYPII/AAAAAAAAB0o/33cj63csjIU/s400/ATgAAABsktdZuhU9TAznjm1q8k7ZRqYoTyoQnbumY-e1Nj09MrEivBFYfDGLoqlLMiniDBMk5Rd2ysTWs3ueQTQw2oLAAJtU9VDvC4WcsJ8cFGbPbiFQ0tL98FyW5w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;HOJE MEU AVÔ COMPLETA 97 ANOS.MUITA HONRA,PORQUE AOS 37 ANOS AINDA TENHO AVÔ E AVÓ.MUITAS LEMBRANÇAS DELE NA MINHA INFÂNCIA.VOVÔ NARCISO,MEU QUERIDO,MEU VELHO.MUITO DE MIM COMEÇOU COM ELE,QUE JÁ VIVEU TANTAS COISAS NESSA VIDA,TANTAS DORES E TANTOS AMORES,MUITAS PERDAS,ALEGRIA E SOFRIMENTO ESCONDIDOS EMBAIXO DESSAS RUGAS.8FILHOS LEGÍTIMOS,ACHO QUE 3 DE CRIAÇÃO,DEZENAS DE NETOS E BISNETOS.QUASE UM SÉCULO DE VIDA.EU ME LEMBRO TANTO...."VÔ ,ME DÁ UM CRUZEIRO PRA COMPRAR BALA ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-3505356651261755916?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/3505356651261755916/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=3505356651261755916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/3505356651261755916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-1494210308708899818</id><published>2008-10-13T22:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:54:42.068-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ASAS PARA VOAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SPP7ZdlghGI/AAAAAAAAB0g/wqMAlUXRIwg/s1600-h/rosefairy2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256821604928750690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SPP7ZdlghGI/AAAAAAAAB0g/wqMAlUXRIwg/s400/rosefairy2a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sem ter asas para voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me dei o direito de chegar até você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sem ter pressa de chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pensei em tudo que ia dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cheguei até você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E olhei nos teus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E vi um brilho diferente aparecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Esse brilho me tocou, profundamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Invadiu a minha alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;entonteceu a minha mente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sem ter asas para voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me lancei sobre os teus braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E entre teus braços, um abraço apertado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Então criei asas para voar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Só que minhas asas, ficaram presas em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;teus braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Braços onde sempre quero ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ficar, para nunca mais querer voar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-1494210308708899818?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/1494210308708899818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=1494210308708899818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/1494210308708899818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/1494210308708899818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2008/10/asas-para-voar.html' title='ASAS PARA VOAR'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SPP7ZdlghGI/AAAAAAAAB0g/wqMAlUXRIwg/s72-c/rosefairy2a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-4781766214239402692</id><published>2008-10-13T22:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:29:32.102-03:00</updated><title type='text'>APRENDENDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SPP1aCaOFAI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/QQKNsETcHBo/s1600-h/104092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256815017743750146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SPP1aCaOFAI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/QQKNsETcHBo/s400/104092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aprendi que se aprende errando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que crescer não significa fazer aniversário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Que o silêncio é a melhor resposta, quando se ouve uma bobagem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que trabalhar significa não só ganhar dinheiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que amigos a gente conquista mostrando o que somos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que os verdadeiros amigos sempre ficam com você até o fim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que a maldade se esconde atrás de uma bela face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que não se espera a felicidade chegar, mas se procura por ela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que quando penso saber de tudo ainda não aprendi nada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que a Natureza é a coisa mais bela na Vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que amar significa se dar por inteiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que um só dia pode ser mais importante que muitos anos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que se pode conversar com estrelas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que se pode confessar com a Lua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que se pode viajar além do infinito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que ouvir uma palavra de carinho faz bem à saúde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que dar um carinho também faz... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que sonhar é preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Que se deve ser criança a vida toda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Que nosso ser é livre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que Deus não proíbe nada em nome do amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que o julgamento alheio não é importante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que o que realmente importa é a Paz interior &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E finalmente, aprendi que não se pode morrer, para se aprender a viver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-4781766214239402692?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/4781766214239402692/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=4781766214239402692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/4781766214239402692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1431031284680022936/posts/default/4781766214239402692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/2008/10/aprendendo.html' title='APRENDENDO'/><author><name>MARY       TRADUZIR-SE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017234198663610344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SPP1aCaOFAI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/QQKNsETcHBo/s72-c/104092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-144889324668612325</id><published>2008-10-13T22:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:18:48.251-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TÃO ASSIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SPPzF-taFTI/AAAAAAAAB0I/Qi2OM_BBQag/s1600-h/Furuba+(113)[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256812474129847602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SPPzF-taFTI/AAAAAAAAB0I/Qi2OM_BBQag/s400/Furuba+(113)%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; ONTEM E ESSES DIAS EU ESTAVA TÃO ASSIM ,QUE ESQUECI DE POSTAR DOIS FATOS IMPORTANTES DO DIA 12,MAS NUNCA É TARDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-144889324668612325?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marymarcia.blogspot.com/feeds/144889324668612325/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1431031284680022936&amp;postID=144889324668612325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-1429624406136477284</id><published>2008-10-13T22:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:11:34.564-03:00</updated><title type='text'>12 DE OUTUBRO DIA DAS CRIANÇAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SPPwc9DPzSI/AAAAAAAAB0A/7AkkquZ10XQ/s1600-h/Criancas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256809570286685474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SPPwc9DPzSI/AAAAAAAAB0A/7AkkquZ10XQ/s400/Criancas1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;MEUS OITO ANOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Oh! que saudades que tenho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Da aurora da minha vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Da minha infância querida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Que os anos não trazem mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Que amor, que sonhos, que flores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Naquelas tardes fagueiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;À sombra das bananeiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;,Debaixo dos laranjais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Como são belos os dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Do despontar da existência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;!— Respira a alma inocência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Como perfumes a flor;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;O mar é — lago sereno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;,O céu — um manto azulado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;O mundo — um sonho dourado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;A vida — um hino d'amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Que aurora, que sol, que vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;,Que noites de melodia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Naquela doce alegria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Naquele ingênuo folgar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;O céu bordado d'estrelas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;A terra de aromas cheia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;As ondas beijando a areia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;E a lua beijando o mar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Oh! dias da minha infância!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Oh! meu céu de primavera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Que doce a vida não era&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Nessa risonha manhã!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Em vez das mágoas de agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;,Eu tinha nessas delícias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;De minha mãe as carícias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;E beijos de minhã irmã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;!Livre filho das montanhas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Eu ia bem satisfeito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Da camisa aberta o peito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;— Pés descalços, braços nus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;— Correndo pelas campinas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;A roda das cachoeiras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Atrás das asas ligeiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Das borboletas azuis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Naqueles tempos ditosos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Ia colher as pitangas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Trepava a tirar as mangas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Brincava à beira do mar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Rezava às Ave-Marias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Achava o céu sempre lindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Adormecia sorrindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;E despertava a cantar!................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Oh! que saudades que tenho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Da aurora da minha vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Da minha infância querida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Que os anos não trazem mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;— Que amor, que sonhos, que flores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Naquelas tardes fagueiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;A sombra das bananeiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Debaixo dos laranjais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Casimiro de Abreu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-1429624406136477284?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/S3RRMOgnp6I/AAAAAAAACYA/lig57G8lIU8/S220/IMG_2848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SPPwc9DPzSI/AAAAAAAAB0A/7AkkquZ10XQ/s72-c/Criancas1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1431031284680022936.post-7997430504378150006</id><published>2008-10-13T21:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:53:12.315-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NOSSA SENHORA DA CONCEIÇÃO APARECIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;12 DE OUTUBRO DIA DE NOSSA SENHORA DA CONCEIÇÃO APARECIDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SALVE MINHA MÃE OXUM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SPPsXoisraI/AAAAAAAABz4/TU44y2TE-Ac/s1600-h/NSA.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256805080835599778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuaaRL4vDW4/SPPsXoisraI/AAAAAAAABz4/TU44y2TE-Ac/s400/NSA.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Salve Rainha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Salve, Rainha, Mãe misericordiosa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;vida, doçura e esperança nossa, salve! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A vós brandamos os degregados filhos de Eva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A vós suspiramos, gemendo e chorando neste vale de lágrimas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eias pois, advogada nossa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;esses vossos olhos misericordiosos a nós volvei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;e depois deste desterro mostrai-nos Jesus, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bendito fruto de vosso ventre, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ó clemente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ó piedosa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ó doce sempre Virgem Maria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rogais por nós Santa Mãe de Deus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Para que sejamos dignos das promessas de Cristo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Amém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1431031284680022936-7997430504378150006?l=marymarcia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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