<?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-4698746883510738120</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:30:37.584-02:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elavamosnostedio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698746883510738120/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elavamosnostedio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Taís</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEo7JuPSCEk/TjIDRKml-GI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8bX6nHKrrv4/s220/photocabine2%2B%25285%2529%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698746883510738120.post-6921063362393756448</id><published>2007-11-26T11:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T12:06:57.798-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A respeito do vegetarianismo..</title><content type='html'>Não somos pessoas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reprimidas&lt;/span&gt;, que se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;abstêm&lt;/span&gt; de um tipo de alimento o tempo todo.&lt;br /&gt;Somos pessoas que seguem cada qual por seu motivo, seja por ser mais saudável, seja pelos animais..(convenhamos que motivos não faltam); Mas o importante é que estamos dispostos a deixar ao planeta um rastro com menor impacto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Só queria esclarecer o fato de que sou vegetariana, mas respeito seu caminho ou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;opinião&lt;/span&gt;, peço que ao menos você faça o mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698746883510738120-6921063362393756448?l=elavamosnostedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698746883510738120/posts/default/6921063362393756448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698746883510738120/posts/default/6921063362393756448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elavamosnostedio.blogspot.com/2007/11/respeito-do-vegetarianismo.html' title='A respeito do vegetarianismo..'/><author><name>Taís</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEo7JuPSCEk/TjIDRKml-GI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8bX6nHKrrv4/s220/photocabine2%2B%25285%2529%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698746883510738120.post-3136182369632489417</id><published>2007-10-31T12:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:41:14.968-02:00</updated><title type='text'>31 de out..um dia como qualquer outro?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLRNeUOrczM/RyiTSCfkgsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2WcJKo6bBJE/s1600-h/simpsons-halloween1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127510113877525186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLRNeUOrczM/RyiTSCfkgsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2WcJKo6bBJE/s320/simpsons-halloween1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; com Os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Simpsons&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma breve explicação:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Samhain&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; ou Dia das Bruxas (31 de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;outubro&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Este é o mais importante de todos os festivais, pois, dentro do círculo, marca tanto o fim quanto o início de um novo ano. Nessa noite, o véu entre o nosso mundo e o mundo dos mortos se torna mais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tênue&lt;/span&gt;, sendo o tempo ideal para nos comunicarmos com os que já partiram. As bruxas não fazem rituais para receber mensagens dos mortos e muito menos para incorporar espíritos. O sentido do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; é nos sintonizarmos com os que já partiram para lhes enviar mensagens de amor e harmonia. A noite do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Samhain&lt;/span&gt; (pronuncia-se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;souen&lt;/span&gt;) é uma noite de alegria e festa, pois marca o início de um novo período em nossas vidas, sendo comemorado com muito ponche, bolos e doces.&lt;br /&gt;A cor do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sabá&lt;/span&gt; é o negro, sendo o altar adornado com maçã, o símbolo da vida eterna. O vinho é substituído pela sidra ou pelo suco de maçã. deve-se fazer muita brincadeiras com dança e música. Os nomes das pessoas que já se foram são queimados no caldeirão, mas nunca com uma conotação de tristeza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim é um ritual muito bonito..pra mim um dia importante, talvez pra você 31 de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;..um dia como qualquer outro?!&lt;br /&gt;Muitos já me felicitaram por ser o meu dia..a todos agradeço, mesmo aqueles que o fizeram em tom de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;gozação&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que cada um viva o seu próprio ritual, seja acendendo um mero incenso, tendo uma pequena reflexão..enfim.&lt;br /&gt;Que o Amor e Sabedoria da Grande Deusa e seu consorte reine em vosso coração.&lt;br /&gt;Sendo qual for a sua fé,&lt;br /&gt;Uma bela noite de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698746883510738120-3136182369632489417?l=elavamosnostedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698746883510738120/posts/default/3136182369632489417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698746883510738120/posts/default/3136182369632489417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elavamosnostedio.blogspot.com/2007/10/31-de-outum-dia-como-qualquer-outro.html' title='31 de out..um dia como qualquer outro?'/><author><name>Taís</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEo7JuPSCEk/TjIDRKml-GI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8bX6nHKrrv4/s220/photocabine2%2B%25285%2529%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLRNeUOrczM/RyiTSCfkgsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2WcJKo6bBJE/s72-c/simpsons-halloween1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698746883510738120.post-7894522578456833240</id><published>2007-10-26T12:33:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:41:15.164-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Alquimia que me falta..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLRNeUOrczM/RyH_iifkgrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_vmldpoxEvQ/s1600-h/6969669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125658819764191922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="121" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLRNeUOrczM/RyH_iifkgrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_vmldpoxEvQ/s320/6969669.jpg" width="127" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLRNeUOrczM/RyH-wCfkgqI/AAAAAAAAADw/pIexhw_4R6k/s1600-h/35663.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tentando transformar 'as merdas' da vida em adubo nutritivo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No qual minhas flores viçosas possam nascer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pena que as mesmas só habitem meu mundo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;etéreo&lt;/span&gt; em meio a bruma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ilusória&lt;/span&gt; dos sonhos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Alquimia que me falta..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698746883510738120-7894522578456833240?l=elavamosnostedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698746883510738120/posts/default/7894522578456833240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698746883510738120/posts/default/7894522578456833240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elavamosnostedio.blogspot.com/2007/10/alquimia-que-me-falta.html' title='A Alquimia que me falta..'/><author><name>Taís</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEo7JuPSCEk/TjIDRKml-GI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8bX6nHKrrv4/s220/photocabine2%2B%25285%2529%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLRNeUOrczM/RyH_iifkgrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_vmldpoxEvQ/s72-c/6969669.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698746883510738120.post-25040274362877314</id><published>2007-10-22T12:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:41:15.324-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases feitas..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124545786445886242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="196" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLRNeUOrczM/Rx4LPeRU8yI/AAAAAAAAADo/pfrkScHFbsY/s320/4645354645.jpg" width="121" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLRNeUOrczM/Rx4IPORU8wI/AAAAAAAAADY/3Csmv_YKG94/s1600-h/mul.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;_.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunca procure nos outros..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que só se pode encontrar em si mesma(o).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;._&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698746883510738120-25040274362877314?l=elavamosnostedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698746883510738120/posts/default/25040274362877314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698746883510738120/posts/default/25040274362877314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elavamosnostedio.blogspot.com/2007/10/frases-feitas.html' title='Frases feitas..'/><author><name>Taís</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEo7JuPSCEk/TjIDRKml-GI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8bX6nHKrrv4/s220/photocabine2%2B%25285%2529%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLRNeUOrczM/Rx4LPeRU8yI/AAAAAAAAADo/pfrkScHFbsY/s72-c/4645354645.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698746883510738120.post-8253443927930771560</id><published>2007-10-22T11:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:41:15.504-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Livros..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLRNeUOrczM/Rxyr9eRU8uI/AAAAAAAAADI/o4dun6cGi-Y/s1600-h/prateleira+sd+livors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124159548626891490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="166" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLRNeUOrczM/Rxyr9eRU8uI/AAAAAAAAADI/o4dun6cGi-Y/s320/prateleira+sd+livors.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22%22O+livro+traz+a+vantagem+de+a+gente+poder+estar+s%C3%B3+e+ao+mesmo+tempo+acompanhado.%22+%28Mario+Quintana%29%22"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;"O livro traz a vantagem de a gente poder estar só e ao mesmo tempo acompanhado." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;Mario Quintana&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/4698746883510738120-8253443927930771560?l=elavamosnostedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698746883510738120/posts/default/8253443927930771560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698746883510738120/posts/default/8253443927930771560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elavamosnostedio.blogspot.com/2007/10/livros.html' title='Livros..'/><author><name>Taís</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEo7JuPSCEk/TjIDRKml-GI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8bX6nHKrrv4/s220/photocabine2%2B%25285%2529%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLRNeUOrczM/Rxyr9eRU8uI/AAAAAAAAADI/o4dun6cGi-Y/s72-c/prateleira+sd+livors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698746883510738120.post-1359676962551149256</id><published>2007-10-08T12:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:41:15.783-02:00</updated><title type='text'>.Hoje.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLRNeUOrczM/RwpVT-RU8sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/WrzM62tLlRc/s1600-h/caminhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118997728081539778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLRNeUOrczM/RwpVT-RU8sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/WrzM62tLlRc/s320/caminhos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje mais um dia daqueles&lt;br /&gt;em que me situo como pouco sociável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje mais um dia daqueles&lt;br /&gt;em que o silêncio é a melhor resposta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje mais um dia daqueles&lt;br /&gt;em que prefiro andar só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje mais um dia daqueles&lt;br /&gt;em que, tudo sei ao não saber nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje enfim é um dia daqueles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698746883510738120-1359676962551149256?l=elavamosnostedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698746883510738120/posts/default/1359676962551149256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698746883510738120/posts/default/1359676962551149256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elavamosnostedio.blogspot.com/2007/10/hoje.html' title='.Hoje.'/><author><name>Taís</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEo7JuPSCEk/TjIDRKml-GI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8bX6nHKrrv4/s220/photocabine2%2B%25285%2529%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLRNeUOrczM/RwpVT-RU8sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/WrzM62tLlRc/s72-c/caminhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698746883510738120.post-8751928433039539222</id><published>2007-10-08T12:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:41:15.888-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Etc e tal..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLRNeUOrczM/RwpTC-RU8rI/AAAAAAAAACs/clB1dqkjycE/s1600-h/lon+don.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118995237000508082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLRNeUOrczM/RwpTC-RU8rI/AAAAAAAAACs/clB1dqkjycE/s320/lon%2Bdon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por que mudastes o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nomezito&lt;/span&gt; do blog???&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu enjoei do anterior e resolvi simplesmente mudar, ora!&lt;br /&gt;Sem demais comentários.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698746883510738120-8751928433039539222?l=elavamosnostedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698746883510738120/posts/default/8751928433039539222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698746883510738120/posts/default/8751928433039539222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elavamosnostedio.blogspot.com/2007/10/etc-e-tal.html' title='Etc e tal..'/><author><name>Taís</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEo7JuPSCEk/TjIDRKml-GI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8bX6nHKrrv4/s220/photocabine2%2B%25285%2529%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLRNeUOrczM/RwpTC-RU8rI/AAAAAAAAACs/clB1dqkjycE/s72-c/lon%2Bdon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698746883510738120.post-6458347607945443358</id><published>2007-10-01T11:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:41:16.432-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLRNeUOrczM/RwEKzORU8oI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UvfJRiyBM2k/s1600-h/sonhoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116382526789972610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLRNeUOrczM/RwEKzORU8oI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UvfJRiyBM2k/s320/sonhoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por hoje me basta sonhos de padaria..estes não me causam decepção..(a não ser quando subo na balança).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698746883510738120-6458347607945443358?l=elavamosnostedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698746883510738120/posts/default/6458347607945443358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698746883510738120/posts/default/6458347607945443358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elavamosnostedio.blogspot.com/2007/10/sonhos.html' title='Sonhos..'/><author><name>Taís</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEo7JuPSCEk/TjIDRKml-GI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8bX6nHKrrv4/s220/photocabine2%2B%25285%2529%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLRNeUOrczM/RwEKzORU8oI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UvfJRiyBM2k/s72-c/sonhoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698746883510738120.post-183045863353064150</id><published>2007-09-26T11:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:41:17.906-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eterno..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLRNeUOrczM/RvvJeX_bBLI/AAAAAAAAABc/Y3Ilgkc51Q0/s1600-h/122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114903325482615986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="255" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLRNeUOrczM/RvvJeX_bBLI/AAAAAAAAABc/Y3Ilgkc51Q0/s320/122.jpg" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Eterno é tudo aquilo que dura uma fração de segundos, mas com tamanha intensidade que se petrifica e nenhuma força consegue destruir." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Eis que não me resta muito a dizer após ter lido isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&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/4698746883510738120-183045863353064150?l=elavamosnostedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698746883510738120/posts/default/183045863353064150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698746883510738120/posts/default/183045863353064150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elavamosnostedio.blogspot.com/2007/09/eterno-tudo-aquilo-que-dura-uma-frao-de.html' title='Eterno..'/><author><name>Taís</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEo7JuPSCEk/TjIDRKml-GI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8bX6nHKrrv4/s220/photocabine2%2B%25285%2529%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLRNeUOrczM/RvvJeX_bBLI/AAAAAAAAABc/Y3Ilgkc51Q0/s72-c/122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698746883510738120.post-3817957894658399653</id><published>2007-09-25T13:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:41:18.355-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Até quando?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLRNeUOrczM/Rvkz_3_bBII/AAAAAAAAABE/nYlib1ud08Y/s1600-h/xzcx.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114176024310645890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLRNeUOrczM/Rvkz_3_bBII/AAAAAAAAABE/nYlib1ud08Y/s320/xzcx.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até quando terei de ver aqueles q amo e respeito em chamas..aqueles que vos sustenta a vida, em gratidão transformamos-os em cinzas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até quando?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até quando permitirmos..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698746883510738120-3817957894658399653?l=elavamosnostedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698746883510738120/posts/default/3817957894658399653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698746883510738120/posts/default/3817957894658399653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elavamosnostedio.blogspot.com/2007/09/at-quando.html' title='Até quando?'/><author><name>Taís</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEo7JuPSCEk/TjIDRKml-GI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8bX6nHKrrv4/s220/photocabine2%2B%25285%2529%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLRNeUOrczM/Rvkz_3_bBII/AAAAAAAAABE/nYlib1ud08Y/s72-c/xzcx.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698746883510738120.post-4451736529772062431</id><published>2007-09-21T12:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:41:18.993-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLRNeUOrczM/RvPnH3_bBGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kd4AT8UBPy4/s1600-h/444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112684124470707298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLRNeUOrczM/RvPnH3_bBGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kd4AT8UBPy4/s320/444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Solitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é triste estar só..quem dirá penoso tal estado..&lt;br /&gt;Ñ mais pra mim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Posso&lt;/span&gt; estar só em meio a multidão..e isso ñ é triste..&lt;br /&gt;Sinto me melhor assim, isto ñ significa q sou uma completa anti-social..só acho q de fato pessoas são &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;difíceis&lt;/span&gt;(eu então?!?) e as vezes ñ faço por mal, mas me perco em meio aos meus pensamentos e quando dou me por conta já estou tão longe..&lt;br /&gt;São meus hábitos solitários..meu jeito distante..sou meio reservada..&lt;br /&gt;Mas essa minha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;solitude&lt;/span&gt; ñ é falta de amor..nem angústia..a minha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;solitude&lt;/span&gt; é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;constituída&lt;/span&gt; de um vazio.. as vezes desagradável..as vezes estimulante..mas a tanto tempo q me acompanha q de fato é mais uma parte minha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;incompreendida&lt;/span&gt;.. por mim mesma..&lt;br /&gt;Enfim..&lt;br /&gt;La &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;solitude&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLRNeUOrczM/RvPmUX_bBEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/eSmE-pLMgGg/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698746883510738120-4451736529772062431?l=elavamosnostedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698746883510738120/posts/default/4451736529772062431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698746883510738120/posts/default/4451736529772062431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elavamosnostedio.blogspot.com/2007/09/eu-sou-mesmo-um-bruxa.html' title='Solitude'/><author><name>Taís</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEo7JuPSCEk/TjIDRKml-GI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8bX6nHKrrv4/s220/photocabine2%2B%25285%2529%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLRNeUOrczM/RvPnH3_bBGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kd4AT8UBPy4/s72-c/444.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698746883510738120.post-7669619223137651009</id><published>2007-09-19T12:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:41:19.187-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Admito..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLRNeUOrczM/RvFFTifWmMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CJuORGSHvOM/s1600-h/nbvh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111943254020364482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLRNeUOrczM/RvFFTifWmMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CJuORGSHvOM/s320/nbvh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afff!&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei a conclusão q certas pessoas estão certas quando dizem q sou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;imprevisível..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Pff..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ok!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Admito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sou de díficil convivência..pois tenho múltiplas facetas e sinceramnete nem eu mais sei como vou reagir a determinadas situações..sou assim de alma livre..suave como a brisa por momentos..mas já em outros posso ser destruidora como uma ventania..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;É o meu jeito desastrado de ser..mas o q posso fazer se é assim q sei ser feliz?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Só peço paciência..e desculpas já tão gastas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698746883510738120-7669619223137651009?l=elavamosnostedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698746883510738120/posts/default/7669619223137651009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698746883510738120/posts/default/7669619223137651009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elavamosnostedio.blogspot.com/2007/09/afff-cheguei-concluso-q-certas-pessoas.html' title='Admito..'/><author><name>Taís</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEo7JuPSCEk/TjIDRKml-GI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8bX6nHKrrv4/s220/photocabine2%2B%25285%2529%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLRNeUOrczM/RvFFTifWmMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CJuORGSHvOM/s72-c/nbvh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698746883510738120.post-5297020674798553742</id><published>2007-09-11T12:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T13:07:17.997-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vou lembrar do tempo de onde eu via o mundo azul (e elefantes roxos com bolinhas azuis e laranjas..)</title><content type='html'>Esses dias senti falta de algo em mim..&lt;br /&gt;Então fui buscar consolo nos meus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bolachões&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LPs&lt;/span&gt;(é..eu ainda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;utilizo&lt;/span&gt; dessa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tecnologia&lt;/span&gt;), coloquei o disco Cardume do Nenhum de Nós, na faixa O Astronauta de mármore, essa música lembra a minha infância em Santa Catarina (sim eu sou barriga verde ou catarinense, se preferir..);&lt;br /&gt;E uma viagem em especial, na qual eu e a minha família fomos pra lá (sc).&lt;br /&gt;Onde revi meu amigão de infância (o Rafinha), minha querida tia Fátima, que sempre me mimará com doces (que tia querida..), minha vovó polaca (saudades, mas q já partiu para outro plano..), minha nona Vivaldina e meu querido avô(q também já partiu)..&lt;br /&gt;Revi a minha antiga casa(ou melhor o q sobrou dela depois de encediada, hoje reformada e com outros donos); E também revi a minha antiga escolinha Pingo de Gente (nome sugestivo..)&lt;br /&gt;  Mas também revi uma criança cheia de alegria mesclada com uma esperta ingenuidade..e essa criança era eu..!&lt;br /&gt;Que corria em frente aos carros(nem era carro era fusca..)&lt;br /&gt;Subia em árvores ( e despencava delas também..)&lt;br /&gt;Quebrava objetos e porcelanas(eu continuo sendo desastrada..)&lt;br /&gt;Quebrava espelhos (hoje em dia eu quebro eles só de olha)..&lt;br /&gt;Cortava cortinas (acho que queria fazer persianas..)&lt;br /&gt;Cortava cabelos (eu odiava a minha franja, hoje acho que é ela que me odeia..)&lt;br /&gt;Desenhava nos cadernos (da minha irmã...!) e depois corria cem metros rasos..&lt;br /&gt;brincadeira!&lt;br /&gt;A minha irmã sempre foi a calma em pessoa..ela só pedia pra mim desenhar em outro lugar..então eu desenhava nas paredes..&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me que eu adorava pegar os livros e gibis da minha madrinha..e passava horas inventando histórias, pra mim ou para as plantinhas..(até hoje eu converso com as plantas.)..pegava os livros e fingia que sabia ler..&lt;br /&gt;É, tenho essa paixão por livros desda tenra idade, mas isso já é outra história..ou melhor outra postagem,,&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Eu também me entupia de chocolate e depois ficava cheia de alergias(opa! acho q as vezes eu faço isso até hoje..)&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me do cheiro de lá..um cheiro de mata, pois é, parecia q moravamos no meio de um floresta..É q meu pai tem esse costume de muitas árvores ao redor da casa, mas eu gosto também..&lt;br /&gt;O ar era mesmo diferente lá..talvez porque lá era o meu meundo azul,meu mundo dos sonhos..leve alegre com uma brisa de mata e elefantes roxos com bolinhas azuis  e laranjas..Mas veio a Realidade(ou aminha profª do jardim se preferir..), e me disse para pintar os elefantes de cinza..&lt;br /&gt;-Mas por quê?&lt;br /&gt;-Porque sim..!!&lt;br /&gt;-Mas por que sim????&lt;br /&gt;-Agrrr..Por elefantes são cinza!!!(zangada..)&lt;br /&gt;-Mas os MEUS ELEFANTES SÃO roxos com bolinhas azuis  e laranjas..!!!(eu, gritando)&lt;br /&gt;Fui parar na diretoria..mas até hoje acho q quem deveria ter levado bronca era aquela profª, por ficar podando a imaginação infantil..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por esse dias..acho que sinto falta do meu mundo azul com os meus elefantes roxos com bolinhas azuis  e laranjas..Talvez sinta falta mas eu sei que:&lt;br /&gt;"Sempre estar lá&lt;br /&gt;E ver ele voltar&lt;br /&gt;Não era mais o mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Mas estava em seu lugar...&lt;br /&gt;O tolo teme a noite&lt;br /&gt;Como a noite&lt;br /&gt;Vai temer o fogo...&lt;br /&gt;Vou chorar sem medo&lt;br /&gt;Vou lembrar do tempo&lt;br /&gt;De onde eu via o mundo azul...(elefantes roxos com bolinhas azuis  e laranjas..)Hum! Hum! Hum Hum! Hum!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=_k-bwTyb_iA"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=_k-bwTyb_iA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698746883510738120-5297020674798553742?l=elavamosnostedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698746883510738120/posts/default/5297020674798553742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698746883510738120/posts/default/5297020674798553742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elavamosnostedio.blogspot.com/2007/09/vou-lembrar-do-tempo-de-onde-eu-via-o.html' title='Vou lembrar do tempo de onde eu via o mundo azul (e elefantes roxos com bolinhas azuis e laranjas..)'/><author><name>Taís</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEo7JuPSCEk/TjIDRKml-GI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8bX6nHKrrv4/s220/photocabine2%2B%25285%2529%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698746883510738120.post-6117022105463809284</id><published>2007-09-05T11:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T11:56:12.264-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Idéias mirabolantes..</title><content type='html'>Estava eu retornando da aula (tinha acabado de sair da aula de História), meio sonolenta..tropeçando por aí (como sempre..)..&lt;br /&gt;E de repente me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surgiu&lt;/span&gt; uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;idéia&lt;/span&gt; mirabolante..:&lt;br /&gt;E se Constantino ñ tivesse escolhido o Cristianismo como religião..para o Império Romano..?!&lt;br /&gt;Seríamos pagões..?&lt;br /&gt;Enfim..&lt;br /&gt;E se ele ñ tivesse sido um imperador..e se ele tivesse resolvido ser um simples artesão..!!?&lt;br /&gt;E se eu ñ tivesse nascido..(é minhas idéias pulam de um assunto para outro rápidamente..)&lt;br /&gt;E se..E se tanta coisa..&lt;br /&gt;Senti q habitara uma bolha no meio do oceano(exagerada..), e plof..!&lt;br /&gt;Ela acabara de estourar..senti me diluida nesse oceano de possibilidades..&lt;br /&gt;Senti o quanto minhas escolhas afetam as pessoas..o mundo..a história(novamente exagerada..),&lt;br /&gt;o que senti foi algo novo e ao mesmo tempo parecia ser um velho conhecido..&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, talvez seja inútil tentar descrever algo assim...&lt;br /&gt;Mas me dei conta o quanto eu afeto e sou afetada..&lt;br /&gt;Resolvi então..pensar melhor no que faço e no que poderei fazer..&lt;br /&gt;Resolvi tentar ao menos afetar com algo bom(ñ sei se é exatamente essa palavra que deveria usar),&lt;br /&gt;as pessoas..o mundo..,etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Termino agora repetindo um trecho da música:&lt;br /&gt;Interligado do Cachorro Grande.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Eu sinto que tudo está interligado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo que está acontecendo não é por acaso"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim..&lt;br /&gt;Eu e essas minhas Idéias mirabolantes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698746883510738120-6117022105463809284?l=elavamosnostedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698746883510738120/posts/default/6117022105463809284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698746883510738120/posts/default/6117022105463809284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elavamosnostedio.blogspot.com/2007/09/idias-mirabolantes.html' title='Idéias mirabolantes..'/><author><name>Taís</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEo7JuPSCEk/TjIDRKml-GI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8bX6nHKrrv4/s220/photocabine2%2B%25285%2529%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698746883510738120.post-7340026383523576505</id><published>2007-09-04T14:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T12:50:30.285-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu blogueira?!</title><content type='html'>Nossa..que blog legal..esse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Putz&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pq&lt;/span&gt; eu ñ crio um...??&lt;br /&gt;Ora ñ custa tentar..?&lt;br /&gt;Será?&lt;br /&gt;Mas acredito q poucas pessoas vão perde seu sagrado tempo lendo minhas insanidades..&lt;br /&gt;mas ñ custa tentar!..Ora!&lt;br /&gt;Para de ser &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;péssimista&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Taís&lt;/span&gt;...!!&lt;br /&gt;Então está decidido vou criar..&lt;br /&gt;Só falta um mero detalhe: &lt;strong&gt;O nome..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;E então o primeiro "nome" q veio foi este:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"E lá vamos nós.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim..este nome veio de um episódio do desenho animado Pica Pau..&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca assistiu o Pica-Pau? Afinal, são inúmeros desenhos e tipos diferentes deste personagem tão irreverente.É eu cresci olhando este desenho animado..&lt;br /&gt;E foi um pouco cômico e estranho este nome ter me surgido assim..&lt;br /&gt;Mas pq ñ?! Afinal de contas eu ñ tenho idéia melhor..&lt;br /&gt;E vou falar sobre &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;o que&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente faço a mínima &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;idéia&lt;/span&gt;..Aliás, acho q isso eu vou descobri aos poucos..&lt;br /&gt;Bom, vou escrever diversas coisas..(óbvio)..&lt;br /&gt;Talvez algum conto..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;crônica&lt;/span&gt;, poesia..Enfim...Talvez um mero desabafo..&lt;br /&gt;É e será uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;supresa&lt;/span&gt; para mim...&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Eu sou a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Taís&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"E lá vamos nós.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698746883510738120-7340026383523576505?l=elavamosnostedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698746883510738120/posts/default/7340026383523576505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698746883510738120/posts/default/7340026383523576505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elavamosnostedio.blogspot.com/2007/09/nossa.html' title='Eu blogueira?!'/><author><name>Taís</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEo7JuPSCEk/TjIDRKml-GI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8bX6nHKrrv4/s220/photocabine2%2B%25285%2529%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
