<?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-2095871068948634236</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:43:04.053-02:00</updated><category term='outono'/><title type='text'>Dani Moon</title><subtitle type='html'>"Em minha longa jornada, vivi mil personagens.
Fui fada madrinha, fui bruxa, fui heroína, fui bandida...
Fui julgada e condenada.
Julguei e absolvi.
Fui amante e amei.
Fui Sol, aqueci o Mundo.
Fui Lua, encantei Namorados...
Fui cúmplice, soube de segredos nunca ditos.
Fui um pedaço de rio e fui o mar em plenitude.
Agora sou grão, buscando novamente me encontrar."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-2383456464883702114</id><published>2010-06-09T17:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T17:47:16.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Raios da Manhã</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Genteeee!!! Olha que bárbara a letra dessa música do Jorge Vercilo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;"Ah! solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Muralhas que a distância ergueu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;São pontes que a esperança constrói&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Nos raios da manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Quanta ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Saudade tem limite, eu pensei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;E quando creio que ela acabou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Me leva mais além&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Teu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;É clarão no breu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Eu me sento nas estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;E bebo do graal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Um simples mortal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Provando os licores do céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Eu só sei calar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Quando a voz da tua pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Me pede assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;- Navega em mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Que eu sinto os prazeres do mar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095871068948634236-2383456464883702114?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/2383456464883702114/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=2383456464883702114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/2383456464883702114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/2383456464883702114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2010/06/raios-da-manha.html' title='Raios da Manhã'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-6591772711122262506</id><published>2010-06-09T17:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T17:29:59.762-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Amour sans fin"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/TA_4ne78_3I/AAAAAAAAAMo/H0eY0KW-JmI/s1600/sopro+vida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/TA_4ne78_3I/AAAAAAAAAMo/H0eY0KW-JmI/s320/sopro+vida.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahhhh... Nada melhor do que amar né, gente? A sensação de estar apaixonada é como andar na montanha russa. Uma espera angustiante só para ouvir a voz, que é realmente A VOZ. E ela tem&amp;nbsp;o efeito de um tsunami, deixa a gente arrepiada e morrendo de vontade de ver o dono da voz... A voz fala "oi, amor" e você já vira um pote de margarina pronta pra se derreter ao leve comando do fogo da paixão. Ele continua, "como você está"? e você segura o impulso quase insegurável de dizer que está louca de vontade de se afogar naquele abraço outra vez.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele pergunta casualmente: "que vamos fazer hoje à noite?" e você já pensa em velas, jantarzinho romântico, beijos ardentes e uma tórrida noite de amor com direito à todos os gemidos e agarramentos que você tanto se esforça para sufocar durante a ausência dele.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É um carrossel de emoções... Saudade, friozinho na barriga, ansiedade, você fica triste como uma tragédia grega e ao mesmo tempo, tudo parece azul da cor do mar. Aliás, azul não... Vermelho, como a paixão. Na verdade, tudo fica colorido quando a gente está apaixonado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Afinal, é o amor que dá sentido às coisas né gente? Sem amor a gente vira uma coisa oca e sem a menor graça. Um&amp;nbsp;barquinho largado no meio de um vendaval, procurando desesperadamente uma enseada tranquila e acolhedora... Um porto que nos espere, nos receba com carinho e nos diga: "não vá embora... Fique comigo..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eitaaaaa... Suspirei aqui agora...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nada como o amor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095871068948634236-6591772711122262506?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/6591772711122262506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=6591772711122262506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/6591772711122262506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/6591772711122262506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2010/06/ahhhh.html' title='&quot;Amour sans fin&quot;'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/TA_4ne78_3I/AAAAAAAAAMo/H0eY0KW-JmI/s72-c/sopro+vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-911253773250499039</id><published>2010-04-28T17:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T17:34:01.712-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Filho, eu olho para você...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque só em saber que você existe e me ama, tudo fica lindo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isso é um pouco do que você significa para mim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" (...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As tempestades de Inverno vieram&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E escureceram meu sol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois de tudo que passei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A quem posso me voltar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois que toda a minha força se foi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em você posso ser forte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E quando as melodias se foram&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em você ouço uma canção&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de você para me libertar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leve-me para longe da batalha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preciso de você para brilhar sobre mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em você posso ser forte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em você ouço uma canção&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu olho para você..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muito obrigada por tudo, filho...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095871068948634236-911253773250499039?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/911253773250499039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=911253773250499039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/911253773250499039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/911253773250499039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2010/04/filho-eu-olho-para-voce.html' title='Filho, eu olho para você...'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-7105750777577774251</id><published>2010-04-28T17:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T17:24:47.783-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para ler e guardar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às&amp;nbsp;vezes a gente se decepciona com as pessoas, justamente porque esperamos que elas nos amem da mesma maneira que nós as amamos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A gente esquece que cada pessoa é única em suas singularidades, particularidades, excentricidades...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A gente esquece que os sentimentos são cavalos selvagens e que quando a gente tenta domá-los, eles se agigantam diante de nós e mostram quem é que manda.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois é... As pessoas de quem mais gostamos, geralmente são as que mais nos decepcionam... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simplesmente porque elas são tão perfeitas para nós, que não esperamos nunca que isso aconteça.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas quando acontece, derruba a gente... Nos deixa tristes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pensamos que a vida não tem graça... Que as quedas causam ferimentos dolorosos demais...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A gente esquece que se a gente caiu, foi porque tentamos ir além... Tentamos atingir o ápice. Tentamos alcançar a plenitude... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caimos sim... E doeu pra burro... Mas antes da gente cair, a gente teve, nem que tenha sido por um segundo sequer, um vislumbre da felicidade absoluta. E aquilo... aquele simples momento, aquele instante tão fugaz muda tudo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque aquele raro momento dá sentido a tudo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E daí se a gente caiu?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E daí se a gente se ferrou?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tá doendo? É porque os sentimentos foram deveras intensos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A dor vai passar. O ferimento vai cicatrizar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A gente vai olhar no espelho e dizer: tô pronta pra outra! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a gente vai tá mesmo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque a nossa vida é isso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É a busca incessante por aquele momento de felicidade absoluta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E mesmo que a gente caia, mesmo que a gente se ferre toda de novo, a gente nunca vai parar de procurar por este momento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isso é o que nos define...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095871068948634236-7105750777577774251?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/7105750777577774251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=7105750777577774251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/7105750777577774251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/7105750777577774251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2010/04/para-ler-e-guardar.html' title='Para ler e guardar...'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-6602738572624231486</id><published>2010-04-28T17:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T17:05:59.835-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Em você eu ouço uma canção...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essa semana fui surpreendida pela mais linda e pura declaração de amor que já recebi na vida. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tinha tido um dia estressante, peguei duas horas de engarrafamento no caminho de volta. Estava mais do que p... da vida. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abri a porta e chamei pelo meu amor.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então ele saiu correndo na minha direção com os bracinhos estendidos para que eu pudesse pegá-lo no colo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu realmente peguei. Depois daquele dia de cão, o que eu mais queria era pegar meu amor no colo. Abraçá-lo... Sentir seu coraçãozinho tão pequenino e tão forte batendo naquele peito cheio de vida (graças&amp;nbsp;a Deus!!!).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E foi então que ele olhou pra mim, com aquela profunda intensidade que somente o olhar de uma criança possui e disse assim:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Mamãe, eu te amo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assim... Simples, claro e direto. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assim... O sonho pincelando a realidade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assim... As palavras mais desejadas de toda minha vida. Porque essas sim... eu sei que são completamente verdadeiras.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ouvir aquilo transformou meu dia, até então um pé no saco, no melhor dia de toda minha vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aquele simples "eu te amo" trouxe lágrimas aos meus olhos e um aperto na minha garganta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu Deus, como eu quero estar sempre perto desse homenzinho tão querido...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esperei por ele toda minha vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E hoje, com uma certeza mais do que absoluta, posso dizer que vivi para te amar, Neto. Meu Amor... Meu Amado... Minha Vida...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As palavras não conseguiriam expressar o que você significa para mim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acho que o amor é tanto, que ainda não consegui contê-lo dentro de mim mesma. É tão absoluto que transcende...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que excede...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que explode e transforma tudo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toma tudo de mim e dá para você...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu Sol...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O homem da minha vida...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te amo para sempre...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095871068948634236-6602738572624231486?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/6602738572624231486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=6602738572624231486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/6602738572624231486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/6602738572624231486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2010/04/em-voce-eu-ouco-uma-cancao.html' title='Em você eu ouço uma canção...'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-3067043353111968241</id><published>2010-02-18T18:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T18:09:18.423-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Superação...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HLjTvVXoqvA"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HLjTvVXoqvA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Puxa... Fiquei babando quando eu vi esse vídeo!!! Sou completamente fã da Whitney, desde que ela viveu aquela história de amor lindérrimaaaa, que toda garota queria viver,&amp;nbsp;com Kevin (Todo Lindo) Costner no Guarda-Costas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Fiquei super triste quando recebi emails falando da destruição dela pelo crack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Pensei, puta merda... Como pode? Uma diva dessa... Uma voz que é uma dádiva... Como pode cair assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Li mais a respeito e soube que, grande parte de sua derrocada estava atrelada ao fato de que o então marido e paixão louca da vida dela, estava deixando-a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;É engraçado, né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O amor é capaz de nos levar ao auge da felicidade, mas também pode nos levar ao fundo do poço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ontem, uma amiga super querida me disse: amiga, amor de verdade não machuca. Não causa dor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Fiquei pensando no que ela disse. E acho que tem um fundo de verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Amor traz paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Traz um sentimento gostoso de carinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;De saber que aquela pessoa está ali pra gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas que nome dar a esse sentimento de desespero que nos invade, quando a pessoa que mais queremos abraçar não está ao alcance das nossas mãos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Que nome dar a essa dor no peito que a gente sente, quando a saudade sufoca?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando tudo que mais queremos no mundo é nos teletransportar para um lugar onde&amp;nbsp;estivéssemos apenas com "aquela" pessoa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eita... comecei falando de Whitney e já estou falando de amor... rsrsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas não tem jeito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Impossível não falar de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Enfim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Que retorno triunfal dessa mulher maravilhosa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Que seus caminhos se abram cada vez mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Que o amor doa cada vez menos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Que a Luz venha para ela cada vez mais forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E pra gente, que é fã incondicional dessa diva, fica a opção de escolher a cor do babador para admirá-la cada vez mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Love, Whitney!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095871068948634236-3067043353111968241?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/3067043353111968241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=3067043353111968241&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/3067043353111968241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/3067043353111968241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2010/02/superacao.html' title='Superação...'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-5747296106456238408</id><published>2010-02-15T16:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T16:21:17.801-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/S3meWqmDN3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/1EYO9YLLJVk/s1600-h/entardecer1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/S3meWqmDN3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/1EYO9YLLJVk/s320/entardecer1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O sino estava tocando. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Era hora de entrar na igreja.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas espera! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não era uma igreja!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Era um campo... Lindo... Imenso... Infinito...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O noivo, em seu paletó azul todo engomadinho já me esperava...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas espera!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O noivo não estava de terno!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uau!!! Ele estava de branco. TODO de branco.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E descalço!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o Sol iluminava o seu sorriso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu não sei o que brilhava mais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se era o Sol ou o seu olhar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todos os nossos amigos estavam presentes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ôpa! Não havia ninguém...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninguém além de todas as folhas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todas as flores.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo o vento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo ele.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toda ela.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E quando o padre fez a perguntinha básica...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espera!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não havia um padre.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque nenhum dos dois precisava de um padre para declarar sagrado, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o que já era sagrado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E na hora do beijo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não foi só um beijo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi O beijo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O encontro de duas almas que perdidas, se buscaram.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E se acharam.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E se amaram.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E na hora das núpcias...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O despertador filho da puta me gritou que tava na hora de acordar!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095871068948634236-5747296106456238408?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/5747296106456238408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=5747296106456238408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/5747296106456238408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/5747296106456238408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2010/02/sonhos.html' title='Sonhos...'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/S3meWqmDN3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/1EYO9YLLJVk/s72-c/entardecer1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-8908878054505742773</id><published>2010-02-14T14:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T14:02:55.609-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Resposta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/S3gskNt9-gI/AAAAAAAAAMY/B6RpvYjmxx0/s1600-h/sol-e-lua.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/S3gskNt9-gI/AAAAAAAAAMY/B6RpvYjmxx0/s320/sol-e-lua.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Você me atingiu como um raio de sol,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Queimando a minha noite escura.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Você é o único que eu desejo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Estou viciada em sua luz..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095871068948634236-8908878054505742773?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/8908878054505742773/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=8908878054505742773&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/8908878054505742773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/8908878054505742773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2010/02/resposta.html' title='Resposta...'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/S3gskNt9-gI/AAAAAAAAAMY/B6RpvYjmxx0/s72-c/sol-e-lua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-8318692617043702042</id><published>2010-02-10T16:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T16:16:45.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/S3MFsfgdChI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/KzVr0S5S1Os/s1600-h/fada+e+lago.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/S3MFsfgdChI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/KzVr0S5S1Os/s400/fada+e+lago.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ô coisa que derruba a gente viu! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seria tão bom se as palavras fossem verdadeiras...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se os "sempre" fossem para sempre mesmo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se as pessoas que amamos não sumissem na curva da estrada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que saudade da zorra dos momentos que foram tão especiais, que minha mente se recusa a esquecer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A gente corre daqui, corre de lá, vê o tempo sumir, vê a vida acelerar e no meio dessa zona toda, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a gente se pergunta: cadê todo mundo???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cadê o riso, cadê o toque, cadê&amp;nbsp;o abraço???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cadê as confidências, cadê os segredinhos, cadê a cumplicidade???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cadê...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como eu queria que o tempo voltasse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só para poder viver tudo o que eu vivi outra vez.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095871068948634236-8318692617043702042?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/8318692617043702042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=8318692617043702042&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/8318692617043702042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/8318692617043702042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2010/02/saudade.html' title='Saudade.'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/S3MFsfgdChI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/KzVr0S5S1Os/s72-c/fada+e+lago.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-6427909277214833219</id><published>2010-02-09T14:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T14:19:09.765-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Momento lindo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/S3GX2Wv5s-I/AAAAAAAAAMI/ET4AUwm52bE/s1600-h/baby9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/S3GX2Wv5s-I/AAAAAAAAAMI/ET4AUwm52bE/s400/baby9.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Hoje meu bebê completa 1 ano e 6 meses. Que festa!!!! Mas na verdade, todos os dias ao lado dele são uma verdadeira festa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Com aquele sorriso maravilhoso, ele acende a luz onde antes, existia escuridão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Com aquelas mãozinhas fofas, ele toca o rosto da gente e traz vida, onde antes existia vazio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Hoje ele "faz aniversário", mas o presente é de quem tem a felicidade de conviver com esse anjinho lindo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Verdadeiro presente de Papai do Céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Filho, que Deus te ilumine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Que os bons olhos sempre te vejam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mamãe te ama além do que as palavras possam expressar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Um universo de beijos!&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/2095871068948634236-6427909277214833219?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/6427909277214833219/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=6427909277214833219&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/6427909277214833219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/6427909277214833219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2010/02/momento-lindo.html' title='Momento lindo!'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/S3GX2Wv5s-I/AAAAAAAAAMI/ET4AUwm52bE/s72-c/baby9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-4424291177815337072</id><published>2010-02-03T00:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T00:17:04.711-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Divagando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/S2jpbBvRliI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ct08H0NfLNQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/S2jpbBvRliI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ct08H0NfLNQ/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;" Porque o amor e as represas são iguais..." - Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Às vezes o amor parece algo inalcançável.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Algumas pessoas passam a vida inteira procurando e não se dão conta de que já o encontraram e não o reconheceram. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Porque buscavam a perfeição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Não compreendem que o amor é perfeito, sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Mas nós, somos um poço de imperfeição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='Divagando...'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/S2jpbBvRliI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ct08H0NfLNQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-860269479025846265</id><published>2010-02-02T14:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T14:35:58.871-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu olho para você...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Ao me deitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Só&amp;nbsp;o céu me ouve agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Estou perdida e sem rumo&lt;br /&gt;Depois de me dar por inteira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;As tempestades de Inverno vieram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;E escureceram meu sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Depois de tudo que passei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;A quem posso me voltar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Eu olho para você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Eu olho para você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Depois que toda a minha força se foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;em você posso ser forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Eu olho para você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Eu olho para você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;E quando as melodias se foram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;em você ouço uma canção, então eu&amp;nbsp;olho você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Depois que perco a minha respiração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Não há mais porque lutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Não há mais pensamentos de&amp;nbsp;me reerguer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Procurando por aquela porta aberta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;E cada caminho que tomei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Levou-me à decepção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;E não sei se irei fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Nada a&amp;nbsp;não ser levantar a minha cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;O meu amor foi todo destruído (oh Senhor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;As minhas paredes caíram sobre mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Caindo sobre mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;A chuva está caindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;A derrota está chamando (me liberte!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Preciso de você para me libertar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Leve-me para longe da batalha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Preciso de você para brilhar sobre mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Depois que toda a minha força se foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Em você posso ser forte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;E quando as melodias se foram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Em você ouço uma canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Por isso eu olho para você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;E te vejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095871068948634236-860269479025846265?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/860269479025846265/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Qto à lição que havia mencionado, deixo a cargo da Vida, pois essa sim, é a verdadeira SOBERANA.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada, meu Deus, por eu ter um anjo na minha vida chamado Danny Muniz.&lt;br /&gt;Te amo, amiga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095871068948634236-2052064166290376476?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/2052064166290376476/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=2052064166290376476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/2052064166290376476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/SBI4t19SK0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/wKekKN0RI0k/s320/separacao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;" Sou feito de sentimentos, emoções, de luz, de amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Sou a voz que você ouve quando pede um conselho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;sou quem te toma nos braços quando necessita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;talvez, agora, enquanto lê essas palavras, eu esteja aí, ao seu lado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;olhando dentro dos seus olhos como quem quisesse enxergar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;o que teu coração demonstra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;mais tarde... à noite, quando você se deita... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;sou quem nina seus sonhos sentado ao seu lado esperando você dormir... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;dizendo que tudo vai ficar bem.&lt;br /&gt;Se ao menos você pudesse me perceber, se notasse o que sinto ao seu lado... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;basta você querer, basta por alguns instantes esquecer seus problemas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;fechar os olhos, como se nada mais existisse, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;me deixe chegar perto de ti... te abraçando... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;sinta meu coração batendo ao compasso do teu... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;sinta que não está sozinha, nunca esteve! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Apenas esqueceste de olhar mais com os olhos do teu coração... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;então abra os olhos... veja os meus... me conheça.&lt;br /&gt;Quem sou eu pra pedir para que me note?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Apenas um anjo que se deixa levar por suas emoções,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;que desconhece o que é errado... se entrega, se rende... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;vagando por estrelas, nuvens, pelo céu escuro da noite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;olhando pelos outros, despertando amores, anseios, paz nas almas que fraquejam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;sentado ali de cima olhando você... te observando... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;deixando, às vezes, uma lágrima cair e se fazer uma gota de sereno que te toca os lábios...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;lágrima essa por não poder nada mais que apenas te ver... sentir sem poder tocar.&lt;br /&gt;Manifestando através de pequenas coisas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;como um sorriso sincero nos lábios de alguém que você não conhece,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;o toque de uma criança a te fazer carinho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;palavras escritas nas páginas de um livro que te chamam atenção,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;palavras que mexem e emocionam o coração ditas do nada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;como um sussurro em seu ouvido... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;e se um dia uma brisa leve e suave tocar seu rosto, não tenha medo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;é apenas minha saudade que te beija em silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Os humanos têm um hábito muito peculiar de julgar seus semelhantes por sua aparência,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;de rotular pessoas as quais nunca viram... apenas pelo modo como ela se apresenta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;porém, consigo ver dentro de cada um o que realmente são... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;e me assusto algumas vezes em como podem os humanos deixar-se levarem por embalagens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;por invólucros... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;deixam de ter muitas vezes ao seu lado verdadeiros tesouros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;amizade sincera, lealdade, companheirismo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;simplesmente por não terem gostado do rosto do indivíduo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Imagine uma roseira cheia de espinhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;ninguém acreditaria que dela pudesse brotar uma rosa tão bela, sensível e delicada.&lt;br /&gt;É do interior que nascem as flores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Pude conhecer seu interior... me deparei com uma flor linda... e com muitas qualidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Se preserve assim... muitas vezes é melhor sermos o que realmente somos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;a viver como as pessoas acham que deveríamos ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Não existe ninguém melhor, ou pior que ninguém...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;apenas diferentes umas das outras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;e essas diferenças mostram quem realmente você é. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Fico assim... dizendo as coisas que me aparecem dentro do peito, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;contando o que se passa em mim, como se estivesse desabafando... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;pois Deus nos fez para cuidar dos outros... e quem cuidará de nós?&lt;br /&gt;Continuarei aqui... meio que escondido, ao teu lado, te olhando, te sentindo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;esperando para que um dia você deixe seu coração "olhar" e me ver... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;daí, enfim, poderia eu mostrar o quanto você é especial pra mim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Um poema deixado no ar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;palavras implorando para viver como uma estrela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;que o dia não vê e que espera a noite chegar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;para poder mostrar-se,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;a canção de amor que sai da sua boca... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;são as coisas que sempre sussurro ao seu coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;tento traduzir emoções que nunca senti antes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;algo realmente novo para mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Paz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Atração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Paixão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Algo especial...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Sincero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Verdadeiro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span 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href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2008/04/carta-de-seth.html' title='A Carta de Seth...'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/SBI4t19SK0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/wKekKN0RI0k/s72-c/separacao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-6800292940534111202</id><published>2008-04-23T16:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T17:16:24.960-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras ao Vento - Pedro Bial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/SA-Yj19SKzI/AAAAAAAAAH8/jFntvAgq0hA/s1600-h/001butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192536636928437042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/SA-Yj19SKzI/AAAAAAAAAH8/jFntvAgq0hA/s200/001butterfly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"A primeira letra do alfabeto é também a primeira letra da palavra amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e se acha importantíssima por isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Com &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; se escreve "arrependimento", que é uma inútil vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;de pedir ao tempo para voltar atrás &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e com A se dá o tipo de tchau mais triste que existe: "adeus"... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ah, é com A que se faz"abracadabra", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;palavra que se diz capaz de transformar sapo empríncipe e vice-versa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Com &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; se diz "belo" - que é tudo que faz os olhos pensarem ser coração; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e se dá a "bênção", um sim que pretende dar sorte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Com &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, "calendário", que é onde moram os dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e o "carnaval", esta oportunidade praticamente obrigatória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;de ser feliz com data marcada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"Civilizado" é quem já aprendeu a cantar ´parabéns pravocê`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e sabe o que é "contrato": "você isso, eu aquilo, com assinatura embaixo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Com &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; , se chega à "dedução", o caminho entre o "se" e o"então"... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Com D começa "defeito", que é cada pedacinho que falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;para se chegar à perfeição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e se pede "desculpa", umapalavra que pretende ser beijo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;E tem o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; de "efêmero", quando o eterno passa logo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;de"escuridão", que é o resto da noite, se alguém recortar as estrelas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e "emoção", um tango que ainda não foi feito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;E tem também "eba!", uma forma de agradecimento muito utilizada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;por quem ganhou um pirulito, por exemplo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é para "fantasia", qualquer tipo de "já pensou se fosse assim?";&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"fábula", uma história que poderia ter acontecido de verdade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;se a verdade fosse um pouco mais maluca; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e "fé", que é toda certeza que dispensa provas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;A sétima letra do alfabeto é &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, que fica irritadíssima quando a confundem com o J. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;G, de "grade", que serve para prender todo mundo - uns dentro, outros fora; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;G de "goleiro", alguém em quem se pode botar a culpa do gol; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;G de "gente": carne, osso, alma e sentimento, tudo isso ao mesmo tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Depois vem o &lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; de "história": quando todas as palavras do dicionário &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ficam à disposição de quem quiser contar qualquer coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;que tenha acontecido ou sido inventada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;O &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; de "idade", aquilo que você tem certeza que vai ganhar de aniversário, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;queira ou não queira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; de "janela!, por onde entra tudo que é lá fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e de "jasmim", que tem a sorte de ser flor e ainda tem a graça de se chamar assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; de "lá", onde a gente fica pensando se está melhor ou pior do que aqui; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;de "lágrima", sumo que sai pelos olhos quando se espreme o coração, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e de "loucura", coisa que quem não tem só pode ser completamente louco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; de "madrugada", quando vivem os sonhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; de "noiva", moça que geralmente usa branco por fora e vermelho por dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; de "óbvio", não precisa explicar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; de "pecado", algo que os homens inventaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e então inventaram que foi Deus que inventou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, tudo que tem um não sei quê de não sei quê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;E &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, de "rebolar", o que se tem que fazer pra chegar lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é de "sagrado", tudo o que combina com uma cantata de Bach; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;de"segredo", aquilo que você está louco pra contar; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;de "sexo":quando o beijo é maior que a boca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é de "talvez", resposta pior que ´não`, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;uma vez que ainda deixa, meio bamba, uma esperança... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;de "tanto", um muito que até ficou tonto... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;de "testemunha": quem por sorte ou por azar, não estava em outro lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; de "ui", um ài" que ainda é arrepio; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;de "último", que anuncia o começo de outra coisa;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e de "único": tudo que, pela facilidade de virar nenhum, pede cuidado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Vem o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, de "vazio", um termo injusto com a palavra nada; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;de"volúvel", uma pessoa que ora quer o que quer, ora quer o que querem que ela queira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;E chegamos ao &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, uma incógnita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;X de "xingamento", que é uma palavra ou frase destinada a acabar com a alegria de alguém; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e de "xô", única palavra do dicionário das aves traduzida para o português.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é a última letra do alfabeto, que alcançou a glória quando foi usada pelo Zorro... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Z de "zaga", algo que serve para o goleiro não se sentir o único culpado; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;de "zebra", quando você esperava liso e veio listrado; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e de "zíper", fecho que precisa de um bom motivo pra ser aberto; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e de "zureta", que é como fica a cabeça da gente ao final de um dicionário inteiro."&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/2095871068948634236-6800292940534111202?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/6800292940534111202/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=6800292940534111202&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-2095871068948634236.post-8772172231600757785</id><published>2008-03-05T17:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:15:50.652-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Pequeno Milagre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/R88EcLW2nlI/AAAAAAAAAH0/HdEfd3PxohQ/s1600-h/anjo_azul_dourado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174359379003481682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/R88EcLW2nlI/AAAAAAAAAH0/HdEfd3PxohQ/s320/anjo_azul_dourado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Puxa! Qto tempo tem q não escrevo neste espaço tão querido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Neste intervalo de minutos, dias, meses, tantas coisas mudaram em minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tantas emoções... Tantas lágrimas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E como estou feliz por poder voltar a escrever hj, numa data tão especial e num momento tão marcante p mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Há poucos dias, descobri que estou grávida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E hj, ouvi o coraçãozinho do meu bebê batendo! Vi as mãozinhas, os pézinhos, a coluna, a cabecinha... Enfim... Vi aquele MILAGRE acontecendo dentro de mim e a única reação que consegui esboçar foi chorar... Meu Deus, nem todas as palavras do mundo conseguiriam traduzir o q foi aquele momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aquela Vida, DENTRO DE MIM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nossa, como sou realmente abençoada, meu Deus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bem... a emoção e a felicidade eram tantas que não pude resistir e tive que vir aqui, pôr pra fora um pouco deste misto de coisas (todas maravilhosas) que estou sentindo e vivendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Como é bom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Um grande bjo a todos os que tornaram esse sonho possível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Amo vces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Milagre'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/R88EcLW2nlI/AAAAAAAAAH0/HdEfd3PxohQ/s72-c/anjo_azul_dourado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-4044609601771402161</id><published>2007-12-14T11:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T17:15:25.037-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Partidas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/R2Ka9GoD9mI/AAAAAAAAAHs/1PbIR5VCm3g/s1600-h/anjo12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143844098951870050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/R2Ka9GoD9mI/AAAAAAAAAHs/1PbIR5VCm3g/s400/anjo12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alma minha gentil, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que te partiste&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tão cedo desta vida descontente,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;repousa lá no Céu eternamente,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e viva eu cá na terra sempre triste. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se lá no assento etéreo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;onde subiste,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;memória desta vida se consente,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não te esqueças daquele amor ardente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que já nos olhos meus tão puro viste.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E se vires que pode merecer-te&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alguma cousa a dor que me ficou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;da mágoa, sem remédio, de perder-te,&lt;br /&gt;Roga a DEUS, que teus anos encurtou,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que tão cedo de cá me leve a ver-te,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quão cedo de meus olhos te levou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luis Vaz de Camões&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Partidas...'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/R2Ka9GoD9mI/AAAAAAAAAHs/1PbIR5VCm3g/s72-c/anjo12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-8472974971014018327</id><published>2007-11-06T18:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T17:16:39.779-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Tu Amor ( Tradução da letra do Juanes... )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RzDf6vHjtnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/-VLN10Znz0k/s1600-h/entrega.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129846175748568690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RzDf6vHjtnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/-VLN10Znz0k/s400/entrega.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;" Para teu amor, eu tenho tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;desde meu sangue até a essência de meu ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e para seu amor que é meu tesouro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tenho minha vida inteira em teus pés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tenho também um coração que morre por dar amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e que não conhece o fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;um coração que bate por você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;para teu amor, não há despedidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;para teu amor eu só tenho eternidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e para teu amor que me ilumina, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tenho uma lua, um arco-iris e um cravo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e tenho também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;um coração que morre por dar amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e que não conhece o fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;um coração que bate por você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;por isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;eu te amo, tanto que não sei como explicar o que sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;eu te amo, porque sua dor, é a minha dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e não ha duvidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;eu te amo com a alma e com o coração, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;te venero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hoje e sempre, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;obrigado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;eu te dou meu amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;por existir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;para teu amor eu tenho tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;eu tenho tudo e o que não tenho também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;conseguirei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;para teu amor, que é meu tesouro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tenho a minha vida toda inteira a seus pés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e tenho também..."&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/2095871068948634236-8472974971014018327?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/8472974971014018327/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=8472974971014018327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/8472974971014018327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/8472974971014018327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/11/para-tu-amor-traduo-da-letra-do-juanes.html' title='Para Tu Amor ( Tradução da letra do Juanes... )'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RzDf6vHjtnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/-VLN10Znz0k/s72-c/entrega.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-5198310138883850409</id><published>2007-10-31T15:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T17:19:07.496-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hj minha alma chora...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RyjQ5PHjtmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/kGFeGGUF5BQ/s1600-h/00009ea0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127577857490663010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RyjQ5PHjtmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/kGFeGGUF5BQ/s400/00009ea0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hj era para ser um dos dias mais alegres para mim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou uma Wicca. Hj se comemora o Ritual de Beltane.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hj as esperanças se renovam.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A terra se prepara para o Grande Casamento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hj os Fogos Sagrados, abençoam a terra que receberá a colheita, para que sejam fartas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hj os corações wiccanos celebram uma data especial, de alegria, renovação, amor e entrega.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas hj, logo hj, minha alma chora.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma tristeza indescritível invade meu coração.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De meus olhos brotam lágrimas perdidas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queria poder mudar o rumo das coisas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queria poder mudar o destino...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queria possuir o poder de controlar a Vida...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas infelizmente não tenho...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só posso rezar para que a Grande Mãe tome conta da sua filha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que ela não sofra. Pq é uma grande mulher. Uma grande guerreira.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A melhor mulher que eu conheci na minha vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não lamento não ter nascido do seu ventre, pq nasci de uma mulher maravilhosa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas lamento não poder dar minha vida para tê-la por mais tempo perto de mim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dinda, eu amo vc mais do que tudo no mundo e vc sabe disso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vc me ensinou com a sua alegria e o seu otimismo, que problemas são inevitáveis. Mas a maneira como vc lida com eles é que faz toda a diferença.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para mim, é uma honra tê-la em minha vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te amo, te amo, te amo para sempre.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fique bem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095871068948634236-5198310138883850409?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/5198310138883850409/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=5198310138883850409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/5198310138883850409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/5198310138883850409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/10/hj-minha-alma-chora.html' title='Hj minha alma chora...'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RyjQ5PHjtmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/kGFeGGUF5BQ/s72-c/00009ea0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-4209631933525935368</id><published>2007-10-26T17:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T18:25:37.635-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexta feiraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RyJbPfHjtlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/TQyFh512Llc/s1600-h/alegria.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125759647510410834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RyJbPfHjtlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/TQyFh512Llc/s400/alegria.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oi, gente boa!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois é, hj finalmente é sexta feira!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu adoro sextas- feiras. Parece que a tarde fica mais bonita, as pessoas mais animadas. Todo mundo louco pra sair do trabalho e tomar aqueeeela cervejinha de lei, né.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As baterias se renovam, as esperanças se estendem e os sorrisos "perenizam-se"!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hj é dia de abraçar os amigos, de dar risada, de bjar na boca, de falar besteira.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas é dia de ser feliz tbm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pq todo dia é dia de ser feliz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pq todo dia é mágico.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas muitas vezes, a gente só percebe isso qdo chega a famoooooosa sexta feira!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bjossss e uma ótima sexta feira para todos!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095871068948634236-4209631933525935368?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RyJbPfHjtlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/TQyFh512Llc/s72-c/alegria.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-6288466661959521517</id><published>2007-10-23T17:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T17:51:36.765-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Tu, Mãe Querida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Rx5d_tegqxI/AAAAAAAAAHM/G3Sh0zO-8H8/s1600-h/fenix.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124636775114910482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Rx5d_tegqxI/AAAAAAAAAHM/G3Sh0zO-8H8/s400/fenix.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abençoado seja o Filho da Luz que conhece sua Mãe Terra,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pois é ela a doadora da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Saibas que a sua Mãe Terra está em ti e tu estás Nela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Foi Ela quem te gerou e que te deu a vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E te deu este corpo que um dia tu lhe devolverás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Saibas que o sangue que corre nas tuas veias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nasceu do sangue da tua Mãe Terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O sangue Dela cai das nuvens, jorra do ventre Dela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Borbulha nos riachos das montanhas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Flui abundantemente nos rios das planícies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Saibas que o ar que respiras nasce da respiração da tua Mãe Terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O alento Dela é o azul celeste das alturas do céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E os sussurros das folhas da floresta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Saibas que a dureza dos teus ossos foi criada dos ossos de tua Mãe Terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Saibas que a maciez da tua carne nasceu da carne de tua Mãe Terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A luz dos teus olhos, o alcance dos teus ouvidos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nasceram das cores e dos sons da tua Mãe Terra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Que te rodeiam feito as ondas do mar cercando o peixinho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Como o ar tremelicante sustenta o pássaro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Em verdade te digo, tu és um com tua Mãe Terra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ela está em ti e tu estás Nela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dela tu nasceste, Nela tu vives e para Ela voltará novamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Segue portanto as suas leis,Pois teu alento é o alento Dela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Teu sangue o sangue Dela,Teus ossos os ossos Dela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tua carne a carne Dela,Teus olhos e teus ouvidos são Dela também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aquele que encontro a paz na sua Mãe Terra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não morrerá jamais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Conhece esta paz na tua mente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Deseja esta paz ao teu coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Realiza esta paz com o teu corpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095871068948634236-6288466661959521517?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/6288466661959521517/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=6288466661959521517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/6288466661959521517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/6288466661959521517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/10/para-tu-me-querida.html' title='Para Tu, Mãe Querida...'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Rx5d_tegqxI/AAAAAAAAAHM/G3Sh0zO-8H8/s72-c/fenix.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-8060144938255015154</id><published>2007-10-12T17:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T18:03:54.354-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Dia das Crianças!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Rw_gt9egqwI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Q-ICuAZbmNs/s1600-h/ora__odekiancha[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120558381544811266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Rw_gt9egqwI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Q-ICuAZbmNs/s400/ora__odekiancha%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oooooooooooooba!!! Hj é dia de festa!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queria agradecer a Papai do Céu pelas crianças maravilhosas que Ele colocou na minha vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha afilhada linda, meu raiozinho de Sol, MALU, meus priminhos Malu e Nino, Biazita, e meus pimpolhinhos Kikão e Yasmim, apesar de essa última eu ver tão pouquinho, mas a amo muito e ela sabe disso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enfim, queria mandar um bjo a todos esses anjinhos que tornam a nossa vida mais doce e infinitamente mais feliz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um bjo especial a uma menininha chamada Julia, uma garotinha q mudou a vida de uma pessoa que eu gosto demais. E que sem dúvida, vai trazer muitas felicidades a vida desse papai babão rsrs...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um cheiro tbm para os filhotes das minhas miguxitas Xu, Cecizita ( minha Sugar preferida ), Deb e outro cheiro para os babys q ainda virão!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095871068948634236-8060144938255015154?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/8060144938255015154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=8060144938255015154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/8060144938255015154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/8060144938255015154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/10/feliz-dia-das-crianas.html' title='Feliz Dia das Crianças!!!!!'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Rw_gt9egqwI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Q-ICuAZbmNs/s72-c/ora__odekiancha%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-2534620472304992010</id><published>2007-10-10T16:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T16:50:42.203-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Boas Notícias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Rw0s5NegqvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/TJmJI0apsDU/s1600-h/S2020107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119797712771918578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Rw0s5NegqvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/TJmJI0apsDU/s400/S2020107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nossa! Há qto tempo não visito este espaço tão querido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas como diz aquele ditado, "o bom filho à casa retorna" rsrs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois é... Estou de volta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E espero não sumir mais deste cantinho tão querido...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hj eu queria fazer um agradecimento especial, à vida que sempre me faz gratas surpresas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hj um filme passou na minha cabeça. Um filme sobre um tempo bom. Sobre um mercado e um garoto de short me chamando no meio do caminho! rsrs Que dia, meu Deus!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois é... O inesperado é sempre o mais gostoso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É bom ter esses momentos de volta...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095871068948634236-2534620472304992010?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/2534620472304992010/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=2534620472304992010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/2534620472304992010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/2534620472304992010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/10/boas-notcias.html' title='Boas Notícias'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Rw0s5NegqvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/TJmJI0apsDU/s72-c/S2020107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-7339919632508577155</id><published>2007-09-05T10:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T10:39:01.679-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Espirais...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Rt6wrCZcZ9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/vor5UBYH5UA/s1600-h/triste1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106713280909174738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Rt6wrCZcZ9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/vor5UBYH5UA/s400/triste1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Depois do céu tem outro céu&lt;br /&gt;Ou nem o céu existe mais&lt;br /&gt;Será que o sol é de papel&lt;br /&gt;Será que as nuvens são de gás&lt;br /&gt;Se o mar começa em outro mar&lt;br /&gt;Quem é que tira o sol do sal&lt;br /&gt;Antes do dia começar&lt;br /&gt;A noite é quase imortal&lt;br /&gt;Se nada tem um fim&lt;br /&gt;Quem é que fez o não&lt;br /&gt;Se a nossa vida quer assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu viajei no tempo só por você&lt;br /&gt;E me perdi no final&lt;br /&gt;Quando encontrei seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Nossos destinos desenhando espirais&lt;br /&gt;Eu entendi o sinal&lt;br /&gt;Pelo seu jeito de rir pra mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se existe outra dimensão&lt;br /&gt;Em que você não é você&lt;br /&gt;Quem é que sabe a direção&lt;br /&gt;Pra encontrar quem não se vê&lt;br /&gt;Se o tempo sempre tem razão&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo sempre vai mudar&lt;br /&gt;Pra que manter os pés no chão&lt;br /&gt;Se todo mundo quer voar&lt;br /&gt;Se nada tem um fim&lt;br /&gt;Quem é que fez o não&lt;br /&gt;Se a nossa vida quer assim..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095871068948634236-7339919632508577155?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/7339919632508577155/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=7339919632508577155&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/7339919632508577155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/7339919632508577155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/09/depois-do-cu-tem-outro-cu-ou-nem-o-cu.html' title='Espirais...'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Rt6wrCZcZ9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/vor5UBYH5UA/s72-c/triste1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-8423396785922730223</id><published>2007-08-09T16:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T16:47:28.348-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem ar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Rrtt-DB48WI/AAAAAAAAAFw/J1dE-G2V_6Y/s1600-h/beijo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096788316032397666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Rrtt-DB48WI/AAAAAAAAAFw/J1dE-G2V_6Y/s400/beijo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meus pés não tocam mais o chão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meus olhos não vêem minha direção&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da minha boca saem coisas sem sentido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você era o meu farol e hoje estou perdido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O sofrimento vem à noite sem pudor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somente o sono ameniza minha dor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas, e depois? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quando o dia clarear? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero viver do teu sorriso, do teu olhar... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu corro pro mar pra não lembrar você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o vento me trás o que eu quero esquecer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entre os soluços do meu choro eu tento te explicar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nos teus braços é o meu lugar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contemplando as estrelas, minha solidão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aperta forte o peito. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É mais que uma emoção&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esqueci do meu orgulho pra você voltar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Permaneço sem amor, sem luz, sem ar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perdi o jogo e tive que te ver partir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a minha alma sem motivo pra existir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já não suporto esse vazio, quero me entregar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ter você pra nunca mais nos separar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você é o encaixe perfeito do meu coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O teu sorriso é chama da minha paixão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas é fria a madrugada sem você aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só com você no pensamento &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu ar, meu chão é você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo quando fecho os olhos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posso te ver! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu corro pro mar pra não lembrar você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o vento me trás o que eu quero esquecer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entre os soluços do meu choro eu tento te explicar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nos teus braços é o meu lugar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contemplando as estrelas minha solidão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aperta forte o peito é mais que uma emoção&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esqueci do meu orgulho pra você voltar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Permaneço sem amor, sem luz, sem ar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Para você... Porque em nenhum momento eu esqueço você. Saiba que onde eu for, te levo em meu coração.&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:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&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/2095871068948634236-8423396785922730223?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/8423396785922730223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=8423396785922730223&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/8423396785922730223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/8423396785922730223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/08/sem-ar.html' title='Sem ar...'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Rrtt-DB48WI/AAAAAAAAAFw/J1dE-G2V_6Y/s72-c/beijo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-1679042258889832113</id><published>2007-08-06T18:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T19:00:01.865-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Psiu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Se um dia te der uma louca vontade de chorar, me chama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Não te prometo fazer sorrir, mas posso chorar com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Se um dia resolver fugir; não se esqueça de me chamar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Não te prometo convencer de ficar, mas posso fugir contigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Se um dia te der uma louca vontade de não falar com ninguém,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;me chama assim mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Prometo ficar bem quietinha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mas... se um dia você me chamar e eu não responder, por favor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;vem correndo ao meu encontro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Talvez eu esteja precisando de você... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;(autor desconhecido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095871068948634236-1679042258889832113?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/1679042258889832113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=1679042258889832113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/1679042258889832113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/1679042258889832113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/08/psiu.html' title='Psiu...'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-893889701411138448</id><published>2007-08-06T18:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T18:28:50.112-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Jardins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RreSgDB48SI/AAAAAAAAAFo/j1rQYbsGKt0/s1600-h/Imagem+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095702582659707170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RreSgDB48SI/AAAAAAAAAFo/j1rQYbsGKt0/s400/Imagem+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conte seu jardim só por suas flores &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e nunca pelas folhas caídas no chão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a vida pelas horas mais felizes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e não pela escuridão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conte suas noites pelas estrelas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nunca pelas sombras que vão deixar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a vida pelos encantos dos sorrisos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não pelo seu chorar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viva a vida como se hoje fosse &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o seu último dia sobre a Terra...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095871068948634236-893889701411138448?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/893889701411138448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=893889701411138448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/893889701411138448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/893889701411138448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/08/os-jardins.html' title='Os Jardins...'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RreSgDB48SI/AAAAAAAAAFo/j1rQYbsGKt0/s72-c/Imagem+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-1336448758546185471</id><published>2007-08-06T17:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T17:45:28.074-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RreIKTB48RI/AAAAAAAAAFg/4ahFeKUQ7m4/s1600-h/ciclo9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095691213881274642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RreIKTB48RI/AAAAAAAAAFg/4ahFeKUQ7m4/s320/ciclo9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Estive ausente muito tempo deste espaço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Algumas vezes, pensei em vir até aqui postar alguma coisa. Mas seria só por postar mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Então, preferi deixar minha "tempestade interior" silenciar sua ira...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Preferi deixar meu espírito aquietar-se novamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Vim aqui hoje, dizer que voltei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Minhas trevas não findaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mas entendi que sou uma Guerreira. E que tenho um presente precioso, a minha Vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Meus erros não me fizeram nem menos, nem mais digna deste presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Não sou perfeita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Cometo erros. De alguns, eu me arrependo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;De outros não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Porque naquele momento, eu fui o que minha alma queria que eu fosse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&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/2095871068948634236-1336448758546185471?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/1336448758546185471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=1336448758546185471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/1336448758546185471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/1336448758546185471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/08/estive-ausente-muito-tempo-deste-espao.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RreIKTB48RI/AAAAAAAAAFg/4ahFeKUQ7m4/s72-c/ciclo9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-7778261912966068709</id><published>2007-06-08T10:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T10:23:20.849-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Encontro das Águas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RmlYHFgkQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fY9KVmmgH5c/s1600-h/maremfuria.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073683333970674002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RmlYHFgkQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fY9KVmmgH5c/s400/maremfuria.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;" Sem querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;te perdi tentando te encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;por te amar demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;sofri, amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;me senti traído e traidor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Fui cruel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;sem saber que entre o bem e o mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Deus criou um laço forte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;um nó e quem viverá um lado só?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A paixão veio assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;afluente sem fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;rio que não deságua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Aprendi com a dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;nada mais é o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;que o encontro das águas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Esse amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hoje vai pra nunca mais voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;como faz o velho pescador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;quando sabe que é a vez do mar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Qual de nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;foi buscar o que já viu partir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;quis gritar, mas segurou a voz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;quis chorar, mas conseguiu sorrir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Quem eu sou pra querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;O amor... "&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/2095871068948634236-7778261912966068709?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/7778261912966068709/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=7778261912966068709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/7778261912966068709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/7778261912966068709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/06/encontro-das-guas.html' title='Encontro das Águas...'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RmlYHFgkQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fY9KVmmgH5c/s72-c/maremfuria.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-6300759672592329465</id><published>2007-05-24T10:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T10:30:37.647-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TODO GUERREIRO DA LUZ JÁ FOI DERROTADO.... P/ minha linda e querida amiga Dri, uma pequena grande guerreira.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RlWTOJbdUMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uR5Oj3js2hk/s1600-h/elfa_sacerdotisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068118826933899458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RlWTOJbdUMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uR5Oj3js2hk/s400/elfa_sacerdotisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todo guerreiro da luz já ficou com medo de entrar em combate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todo Guerreiro da Luz já traiu e mentiu no passado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todo Guerreiro da Luz um dia já perdeu a fé no futuro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todo Guerreiro da Luz já trilhou um caminho que não era dele.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todo Guerreiro da Luz já sofreu por bobagens.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todo Guerreiro da Luz já falhou em suas obrigações espirituais.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todo Guerreiro da Luz já disse sim quando queria dizer não.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todo Guerreiro da Luz já feriu alguém que amava.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todo Guerreiro da Luz já achou que não era Guerreiro da Luz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por isso é um Guerreiro da Luz; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque passou por estes desafios e não perdeu a esperança de ser Melhor. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Coincidência é Deus operando seus milagres em Silêncio”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095871068948634236-6300759672592329465?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/6300759672592329465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=6300759672592329465&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/6300759672592329465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/6300759672592329465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/05/todo-guerreiro-da-luz-j-foi-derrotado-p.html' title='TODO GUERREIRO DA LUZ JÁ FOI DERROTADO.... P/ minha linda e querida amiga Dri, uma pequena grande guerreira.'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RlWTOJbdUMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uR5Oj3js2hk/s72-c/elfa_sacerdotisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-2901565123671499174</id><published>2007-05-23T17:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T17:41:29.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um e Outro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RlSmwpbdULI/AAAAAAAAAFI/sbNd2jY2FK4/s1600-h/e)Annular%20Eclipse%204-8-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067858835383603378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RlSmwpbdULI/AAAAAAAAAFI/sbNd2jY2FK4/s320/e)Annular%2520Eclipse%25204-8-05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Estar presente e provocar saudade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;querer partir e só saber ficar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Fazer sofrer ao tentar ser feliz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;querer sorrir e só fazer chorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Eu e você caminhando, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;distintos,lado a lado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;em sentidos opostos,sempre juntos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;cada vez mais distantes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;nos perdendo, nos querendo encontrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Dois extremos que se chocam dia-a-dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;expoentes que não se podem tocar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;dois princípios, dois conceitos desiguais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Por mais que recue, de ti não me afasto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;por mais que avance, não consigo te alcançar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Dois inversos: tristeza e alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Habitantes do mesmo universo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;solitários na mesma agonia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Infelizes pela mesma covardia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;de saber e não poder aceitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;que essa dor é o mesmo amor que nos unia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;e que esse amor é a própria dor que nos separa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Que nos faz juntos, sem razão de estar presentes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;que nos separa se queremos nos unir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Se estamos juntos, um não sabe ser do outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;e sem o outro, um não sabe existir.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;( Antologia de Poetas Brasileiros Contemporâneos - Vol. 21 )&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/2095871068948634236-2901565123671499174?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/2901565123671499174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=2901565123671499174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/2901565123671499174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/2901565123671499174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/05/um-e-outro.html' title='Um e Outro...'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RlSmwpbdULI/AAAAAAAAAFI/sbNd2jY2FK4/s72-c/e)Annular%2520Eclipse%25204-8-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-4719890024568105730</id><published>2007-05-23T12:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T12:50:22.300-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Só de sacanagem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RlRhbJbdUKI/AAAAAAAAAFA/YxsdMpFkIsU/s1600-h/triste1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067782599714099362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RlRhbJbdUKI/AAAAAAAAAFA/YxsdMpFkIsU/s320/triste1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu coração está aos pulos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quantas vezes minha esperança será posta à prova?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por quantas provas terá ela que passar?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo isso que está aí no ar, malas, cuecas que voam entupidas de dinheiro, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do meu, do nosso dinheiro que reservamos duramente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;para educar os meninos mais pobres que nós, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;para cuidar gratuitamente da saúde deles e dos seus pais,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;esse dinheiro viaja na bagagem da impunidade e eu não posso mais.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quantas vezes, meu amigo, meu rapaz, minha confiança vai ser posta à prova?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quantas vezes minha esperança vai esperar no cais?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É certo que tempos difíceis existem para aperfeiçoar o aprendiz, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas não é certo que a mentira dos maus brasileiros venha quebrar no nosso nariz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu coração está no escuro, a luz é simples, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;regada ao conselho simples de meu pai, minha mãe,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;minha avó e os justos que os precederam:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Não roubarás",&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Devolva o lápis do coleguinha", &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Esse apontador não é seu, minha filha". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ao invés disso, tanta coisa nojenta e torpe tenho tido que escutar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Até habeas corpus preventivo, coisa da qual nunca tinha visto falar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e sobre a qual minha pobre lógica ainda insiste:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;esse é o tipo de benefício que só ao culpado interessará. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois bem, se mexeram comigo, com a velha e fiel fé do meu povo sofrido, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;então agora eu vou sacanear: mais honesta ainda vou ficar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só de sacanagem!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dirão: "Deixa de ser boba, desde Cabral que aqui todo mundo rouba" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e vou dizer: "Não importa, será esse o meu carnaval, vou confiar mais e outra vez. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu, meu irmão, meu filho e meus amigos, vamos pagar limpo a quem a gente deve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e receber limpo do nosso freguês. Com o tempo a gente consegue ser livre, ético e o escambau."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dirão: "É inútil, todo o mundo aqui é corrupto, desde o primeiro homem que veio de Portugal". Eu direi: Não admito, minha esperança é imortal.Eu repito, ouviram? Imortal! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei que não dá para mudar o começo mas, se a gente quiser, vai dar para mudar o final!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Ana Carolina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095871068948634236-4719890024568105730?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/4719890024568105730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=4719890024568105730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/4719890024568105730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/4719890024568105730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/05/s-de-sacanagem.html' title='Só de sacanagem...'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RlRhbJbdUKI/AAAAAAAAAFA/YxsdMpFkIsU/s72-c/triste1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-9209744723436382689</id><published>2007-05-22T13:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T14:04:28.758-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saiu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RlMhI5bdUJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Hzw3fv4XkzI/s1600-h/AB089A7.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067430442460598418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RlMhI5bdUJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Hzw3fv4XkzI/s320/AB089A7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inauguração da nova loja. Reconhecimento de um trabalho de meses. Dedicação, entrega, suor, lágrimas. FELICIDADE TOTAL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muita gente foi nos abraçar. Desejar Sucesso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E que tenhamos mesmo. Muito Sucesso. Pq qdo a gente faz um trabalho com o coração e com a alma, o resultado só pode ser o melhor possível.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero agradecer a todos que tiveram participação direta ou indiretamente neste processo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUCESSO!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095871068948634236-9209744723436382689?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/9209744723436382689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=9209744723436382689&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/9209744723436382689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/9209744723436382689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/05/inaugurao-da-nova-loja.html' title='Saiu...'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RlMhI5bdUJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Hzw3fv4XkzI/s72-c/AB089A7.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-2768524260049666683</id><published>2007-05-21T15:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T15:24:52.255-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Questão de escolha... Para Ceci...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RlHjsZbdUHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UOIKaKpTcI4/s1600-h/nikita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067081407648321650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RlHjsZbdUHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UOIKaKpTcI4/s320/nikita.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Às vezes a vida nos impõe certas batalhas, que nos desconcertam, nos deixam tristes e nos fazem questionar até que ponto vale a pena lutar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Mas tem uma frase que eu gosto muito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;" Sou brasileira e não desisto nunca. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Isto me lembra uma amiga minha minha, Ceci, que por diversas vezes, foi posta a prova e transformou todas estas "quedas" em cicatrizes da sua luta. São motivo de orgulho para ela. Porque ela VENCEU qdo todo mundo disse q ela não ia conseguir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Pois é, e esta alegria contagiante dela, sua sensibilidade e sua enorme paixão pela vida me motivaram a postar este texto hj.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Porque hj pela manhã, sentei na minha cama e pensei... Puxa, não vou conseguir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;E não sei por que, me lembrei dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Amiga, um bjo bem gde p vc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Que bom q vc entrou na minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;LFN até o fim!!!!&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/2095871068948634236-2768524260049666683?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/2768524260049666683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=2768524260049666683&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/2768524260049666683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/2768524260049666683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/05/questo-de-escolha-para-ceci.html' title='Questão de escolha... Para Ceci...'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RlHjsZbdUHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UOIKaKpTcI4/s72-c/nikita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-6655784979328271997</id><published>2007-05-18T16:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T16:38:57.702-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Rk4AH5bdUGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AptJ1_6ZfMQ/s1600-h/borboleta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065986766513459298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Rk4AH5bdUGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AptJ1_6ZfMQ/s320/borboleta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quando você ama alguém tão profundamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;que a sua própria existência se confunde com a dele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ele se torna parte de sua vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E é fácil sucumbir a medos e inseguranças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Equivocadamente, eu imaginei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Que poderia te manter dentro de um vidro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Agora eu entendi que para ter você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu preciso abrir minhas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E ver você subir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Abra suas asas e prepare-se para voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Porque você se tornou uma borboleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Voe livremente rumo ao sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Se você voltar para mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nós verdadeiramente éramos para ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Então abra suas asas e voe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;minha linda Borboleta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu aprendi que a beleza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tem que florescer na luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cavalos selvagens devem correr livres,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ou seus espíritos morrem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Você deu-me a coragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Para ser tudo aquilo que eu sempre quis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E sinceramente eu sinto que o seu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Irá conduzí-lo de volta para mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quando você estiver pronto para pousar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Abra suas asas e prepare-se para voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Porque você se tornou uma borboleta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu não posso fingir que estas lágrimas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;não estão caindo sem parar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu não posso evitar essa dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Que me consome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mas eu suportarei e direi adeus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Porque você nunca será meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Até que você aprenda a VOAR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&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/2095871068948634236-6655784979328271997?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/6655784979328271997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=6655784979328271997&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/6655784979328271997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/6655784979328271997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/05/butterfly.html' title='Butterfly...'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Rk4AH5bdUGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AptJ1_6ZfMQ/s72-c/borboleta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-3352189245113691695</id><published>2007-05-17T22:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T22:28:54.467-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Orfeu Acorrentado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Rk0BLJbdUFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Ff2GLzBh2kY/s1600-h/AX071882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065706446882951250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Rk0BLJbdUFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Ff2GLzBh2kY/s320/AX071882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje caminho só, ao lado de minhas lágrimas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olhei o sol indo embora e a noite chegando.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vi um casal de namorados passeando abraçados, rindo com os doces encantos do amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje estou só.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carrego o fardo de minhas feridas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sangrei meu coração.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te mandei embora.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje, vou chorar sozinha e engolir meu próprio pranto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O sal das minhas lágrimas vai me dizer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" você fez o que era certo ".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas o sal dói. Cái no meu peito como um punhal rasgando minha alma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje, ando só.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje, sonho só.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não. Hoje, eu não sonho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje, a Eternidade me parece muito longa. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque estou só.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será que um dia...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dia, ainda vem...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas hoje...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje, sou só.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou menos eu, porque não sou mais você.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095871068948634236-3352189245113691695?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/3352189245113691695/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=3352189245113691695&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/3352189245113691695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/3352189245113691695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/05/orfeu-acorrentado.html' title='Orfeu Acorrentado...'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Rk0BLJbdUFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Ff2GLzBh2kY/s72-c/AX071882.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-5605581834038820668</id><published>2007-05-16T19:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T19:11:11.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Right To Be Wrong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RkuBZZbdUEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/NyI6SqHCuRk/s1600-h/solidao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065284479231021122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RkuBZZbdUEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/NyI6SqHCuRk/s320/solidao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Right To Be Wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I've got a right to be wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;My mistakes will make me strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm stepping out into the great unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm feeling wings though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I've never flown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I've got a mind of my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm flesh and blood to the bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm not made of stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Got a right to be wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;So just leave me alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I've got a right to be wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I've been held down too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I've got to break free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;So I can finally breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I've got a right to be wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Got to sing my own song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I might be singing out of key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;But it sure feels good to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Got a right to be wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;So just leave me alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;You're entitled to your opinion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;But it's really my decision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I can't turn back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm on a mission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;If you care don't you dare blur my vision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Let me be all that I can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Don't smother me with negativity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Whatever's out there waiting for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm going to faced it willingly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I've got a right to be wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;My mistakes will make me strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm stepping out into the great unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm feeling wings though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I've never flown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I've got a mind of my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Flesh and blood to the bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;See, I'm not made of stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I've got a right to be wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;So just leave me alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I've got a right to be wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I've been held down to long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I've got to break free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;So I can finally breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I've got a right to be wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Got to sing my own song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I might be singing out of key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;But it sure feels good to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I've got a right to be wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;So just leave me alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/2095871068948634236-5605581834038820668?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/5605581834038820668/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=5605581834038820668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/5605581834038820668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/5605581834038820668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/05/right-to-be-wrong.html' title='Right To Be Wrong...'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RkuBZZbdUEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/NyI6SqHCuRk/s72-c/solidao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-1383145902326128915</id><published>2007-05-16T10:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T10:52:04.118-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilusões...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RksMYZbdUDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gS84PGVnGJA/s1600-h/hughes4new1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065155819190702130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RksMYZbdUDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gS84PGVnGJA/s320/hughes4new1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A gente vive uma vida inteira e não conhece uma pessoa. Isso é fato.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Algumas histórias têm tempo certo para acontecer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas de que maneira a gente deve saber que o que temos diante de nós é o surgimento de uma nova constelação e não somente mais uma explosão de mais uma estrela? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida traça caminhos curiosos para quem ousa acreditar. Mas também traça caminhos para quem não quer nem sonhar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje chove muito aqui. Talvez seja o reflexo das ilusões desfeitas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095871068948634236-1383145902326128915?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/1383145902326128915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=1383145902326128915&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/1383145902326128915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/1383145902326128915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/05/iluses.html' title='Ilusões...'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RksMYZbdUDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gS84PGVnGJA/s72-c/hughes4new1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-9106491364832972829</id><published>2007-05-04T00:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T00:33:41.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'>LFN Fanáticasssssssssss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Rjqpb9fbt7I/AAAAAAAAAEA/VIV4w2UauX4/s1600-h/ad4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060543429132138418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Rjqpb9fbt7I/AAAAAAAAAEA/VIV4w2UauX4/s320/ad4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Olá, meninasssssss!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dri, Ceci, Lili, Dea, Upi, Simone, Amanda e todas as outras!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Puxa... q curioso isso né... Como as amizades se formam... Td começou como uma gde brincadeira, algo em comum q foi unindo pessoas de diferentes lugares, diferentes sonhos, diferentes caminhos, mas uma paixão em comum: LFN!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rsrs Falando sério, agora, q bom conhecer vces meninas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pelo pouco q temos nos falado, já deu p perceber a maturidade da Ceci, conquistada a duras penas, né miga. A inteligência aguçadíssima da Dri, minha eterna salvadora uauauauauaua. A delicadeza da Upi e sua intensidade. A solicitude da Dea e sua belíssima criatividade. E p jeitinho todo parecido com o meu da Lili. Simone e Mandinha ainda não deu p ter uma "idéia" pq ainda não falamos muito, mas, com ctza, essa oportunidade irá pintar rapidinho, rapidinho. Ainda mais do jeito que somos aficcionadas né? rs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bem, girls, queria dizer p vces q estou adorando conhecê-las e que isso só poderia ter acontecido por causa dessa "Paixão" né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Afinal, só LFN p reunir a nata da humanidade né???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey, sugarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrssssss, bjos p vces!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/2095871068948634236-9106491364832972829?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/9106491364832972829/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=9106491364832972829&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/9106491364832972829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/9106491364832972829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/05/lfn-fanticasssssssssss.html' title='LFN Fanáticasssssssssss'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Rjqpb9fbt7I/AAAAAAAAAEA/VIV4w2UauX4/s72-c/ad4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-1057572163630990668</id><published>2007-04-28T02:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T21:32:21.852-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RjLZqNfbt6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/VlVpTS74yFs/s1600-h/sou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058344650689722274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RjLZqNfbt6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/VlVpTS74yFs/s320/sou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parte IV&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;- Tudo passa, tudo passará&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;E nossa história não estará pelo avesso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Assim, sem final feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Teremos coisas bonitas pra contar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;E até lá, vamos viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Temos muito ainda por fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Não olhe para trás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;-Apenas começamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;O mundo começa agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;-Apenas começamos.&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/2095871068948634236-1057572163630990668?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/1057572163630990668/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=1057572163630990668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/1057572163630990668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/1057572163630990668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/04/parte-iv-tudo-passa-tudo-passar-e-nossa.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RjLZqNfbt6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/VlVpTS74yFs/s72-c/sou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-3160145572243901625</id><published>2007-04-28T02:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T02:17:52.743-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RjLY1Nfbt5I/AAAAAAAAADw/pQx2K8vkaXg/s1600-h/img235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058343740156655506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RjLY1Nfbt5I/AAAAAAAAADw/pQx2K8vkaXg/s320/img235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Parte III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;É a verdade o que assombra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O descaso que condena,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A estupidez o que destrói&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu vejo tudo que se foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E o que não existe mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tenho os sentidos já dormentes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O corpo quer, a alma entende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Esta é a terra-de-ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sei que devo resistir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-Eu quero a espada em minhas mãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu sou metal - raio, relâmpago e trovão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu sou metal: eu sou o ouro em seu brazão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu sou metal: me sabe o sopro do dragão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não me entrego sem lutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-Tenho ainda coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não aprendi a me render:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que caia o inimigo então.&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/2095871068948634236-3160145572243901625?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/3160145572243901625/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=3160145572243901625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/3160145572243901625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/3160145572243901625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/04/parte-iii-verdade-o-que-assombra-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RjLY1Nfbt5I/AAAAAAAAADw/pQx2K8vkaXg/s72-c/img235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-3330363049729058211</id><published>2007-04-28T02:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T02:13:47.572-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Metal Contra as Nuvens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RjLXhdfbt4I/AAAAAAAAADo/R-UrAExM2RA/s1600-h/img212.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058342301342611330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RjLXhdfbt4I/AAAAAAAAADo/R-UrAExM2RA/s320/img212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Parte II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Quase acreditei na sua promessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E o que vejo é fome e destruição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Perdi a minha sela e a minha espada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Perdi o meu castelo e minha princesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Quase acreditei, quase acreditei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E, por honra, se existir verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Existem os tolos e existe o ladrão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E há quem se alimente do que é roubo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mas vou guardar o meu tesouro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Caso você esteja mentindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Olha o sopro do dragão.&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/2095871068948634236-3330363049729058211?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/3330363049729058211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=3330363049729058211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/3330363049729058211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/3330363049729058211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/04/quase-acreditei-na-sua-promessa-e-o-que.html' title='Metal Contra as Nuvens'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RjLXhdfbt4I/AAAAAAAAADo/R-UrAExM2RA/s72-c/img212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-459341754383221339</id><published>2007-04-28T02:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T02:08:42.538-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Metal Contra as Nuvens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RjLWt9fbt3I/AAAAAAAAADg/Q_suiBJtJzE/s1600-h/guerreira_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058341416579348338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RjLWt9fbt3I/AAAAAAAAADg/Q_suiBJtJzE/s320/guerreira_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parte I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sou escravo de ninguém&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E nem senhor do meu caminho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei o que devo defender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E por valor eu tenho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E temo o que agora se desfaz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viajamos sete léguas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por entre abismos e florestas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por Deus nunca me vi tão só&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é a própria fé o que destrói.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estes são dias desleais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sou metal - raio, relâmpago e trovão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sou metal, eu sou o ouro em seu brazão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sou metal: me sabe o sopro do dragão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reconheço meu pesar:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando tudo é traição,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que venho encontraré a virtude em outras mãos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas minha terra é a terra que é minha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E sempre será minha terra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tem a lua, tem estrelas e sempre terá.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2095871068948634236-459341754383221339?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/459341754383221339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=459341754383221339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/459341754383221339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/459341754383221339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/04/metal-contra-as-nuvens.html' title='Metal Contra as Nuvens'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RjLWt9fbt3I/AAAAAAAAADg/Q_suiBJtJzE/s72-c/guerreira_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-6041379855391344928</id><published>2007-04-26T16:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:42:01.673-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RjEASNfbt2I/AAAAAAAAADY/OvzGlkWfLWk/s1600-h/horsewhite.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057824169372923746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RjEASNfbt2I/AAAAAAAAADY/OvzGlkWfLWk/s200/horsewhite.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hj estava me lembrando de pessoas que fizeram parte da minha vida e que me ajudaram a construir a minha história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Pessoas que eu não vejo mais, pessoas com quem já não encontro, mas que sempre serão um pouco de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Kinha, minha amiga querida, que dividiu comigo momentos tão bons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Deb, a mulher mais guerreira q eu já conheci. Tão doce e tão forte ao mesmo tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wendinho e a minha querida "turma"... rs... Qtas descobertas e momentos compartilhados. Esta semana, me vieram lágrimas aos olhos relendo a carta de despedida de Wendinho na 8ª série.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Puxa... Qtas pessoas especiais eu tive a graça de encontrar na minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Devo ter sido uma pessoa legal né rs... Para ter sido agraciada com tantas flores em meu caminho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Agradeço muito à Vida, que meu deu estes momentos inesquecíveis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;P.S. - Este texto é para homenagear todos os amigos que a vida, em seu magnífico caminho, acabou levando para longe de mim. Se eu não mencionei alguém , peço q me perdoe e qto aos amigos que ainda fazem parte do meu dia a dia, um bjo nos seus corações... E não se preocupem... Falarei sobre vces numa outra oportunidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bjão!!!!&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/2095871068948634236-6041379855391344928?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/6041379855391344928/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=6041379855391344928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/6041379855391344928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/6041379855391344928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/04/hj-estava-me-lembrando-de-pessoas-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RjEASNfbt2I/AAAAAAAAADY/OvzGlkWfLWk/s72-c/horsewhite.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-3199549609248275195</id><published>2007-04-26T16:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:20:36.922-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RjD7c9fbt1I/AAAAAAAAADQ/3MT3hKY6GAs/s1600-h/1102573443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057818856498378578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RjD7c9fbt1I/AAAAAAAAADQ/3MT3hKY6GAs/s320/1102573443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Amigo, um Ensaio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(Marcelo Batalha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Difícil querer definir amigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Amigo é quem te dá um pedacinho do chão, quando é de terra firme que você precisa, ou um pedacinho do céu, se é o sonho que te faz falta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Amigo é mais que ombro amigo, é mão estendida, mente aberta, coração pulsante, costas largas. É quem tentou e fez, e não tem o egoísmo de não querer compartilhar o que aprendeu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;É aquele que cede e não espera retorno, porque sabe que o ato de compartilhar um instante qualquer contigo já o realimenta, satisfaz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;É quem já sentiu ou um dia vai sentir o mesmo que você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;É a compreensão para o seu cansaço e a insatisfação para a sua reticência. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;É aquele que entende seu desejo de voar, de sumir devagar, a angústia pela compreensão dos acontecimentos, a sede pelo "por vir". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;É ao mesmo tempo espelho que te reflete, e óleo derramado sobre suas aguas agitadas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;É quem fica enfurecido por enxergar seu erro, querer tanto o seu bem e saber que a perfeição é utopia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;É o sol que seca suas lágrimas, é a polpa que adocica ainda mais seu sorriso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Amigo é aquele que toca na sua ferida numa mesa de chopp, acompanha suas vitórias, faz piada amenizando problemas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;É quem tem medo, dor, náusea, cólica, gozo, igualzinho a você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;É quem sabe que viver é ter história pra contar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;É quem sorri pra você sem motivo aparente, é quem sofre com seu sofrimento, é o padrinho filosófico dos seus filhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;É o achar daquilo que você nem sabia que buscava. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Amigo é aquele que te lê em cartas esperadas ou não, pequenos bilhetes em sala de aula, mensagens eletrônicas emocionadas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;É aquele que te ouve ao telefone mesmo quando a ligação é caótica, com o mesmo prazer e atenção que teria se tivesse olhando em seus olhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Amigo é multimídia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Olhos... amigo é quem fala e ouve com o olhar, o seu e o dele em sintonia telepática. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;É aquele que percebe em seus olhos seus desejos, seus disfarces, alegria, medo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;É aquele que aguarda pacientemente e se entusiasma quando vê surgir aquele tão esperado brilho no seu olhar, e é quem tem uma palavra sob medida quando estes mesmos olhos estão amplificando tristeza interior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;É lua nova, é a estrela mais brilhante, é luz que se renova a cada instante, com múltiplas e inesperadas cores que cabem todas na sua íris. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Amigo é aquele que te diz "eu te amo" sem qualquer medo de má interpretação : amigo é quem te ama "e ponto". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;É verdade e razão, sonho e sentimento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Amigo é pra sempre, mesmo que o sempre não exista.&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/2095871068948634236-3199549609248275195?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/3199549609248275195/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=3199549609248275195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/3199549609248275195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/3199549609248275195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/04/amigo-um-ensaio-marcelo-batalha-difcil.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RjD7c9fbt1I/AAAAAAAAADQ/3MT3hKY6GAs/s72-c/1102573443.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-6383758251803243470</id><published>2007-04-22T23:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T00:06:35.784-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RiwiXVMGbpI/AAAAAAAAADI/JVoAzG78gI4/s1600-h/lagrima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056454265850457746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RiwiXVMGbpI/AAAAAAAAADI/JVoAzG78gI4/s320/lagrima.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" (...) Estou desesperada e precisando de ajuda.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conquistei coisas importantes para mim, e vou destruí-las&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque digo a mim mesma que elas perderam o sentido...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei que é mentira, que elas continuam importantes e, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;se as destruir, estarei destruindo a mim também."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- As Valkírias -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095871068948634236-6383758251803243470?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/6383758251803243470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=6383758251803243470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/6383758251803243470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/6383758251803243470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RiwiXVMGbpI/AAAAAAAAADI/JVoAzG78gI4/s72-c/lagrima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-5115845395296091504</id><published>2007-04-22T13:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T13:58:48.394-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RiuTT1MGboI/AAAAAAAAADA/jw56u7wSFNI/s1600-h/sp0.fotologs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056296975558143618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RiuTT1MGboI/AAAAAAAAADA/jw56u7wSFNI/s200/sp0.fotologs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;" Olha em volta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;eis a Minha Face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sou o Lugar onde você estiver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Meu Manto te Cobrirá com os raios de sol, de dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;e com o brilho das estrelas, à noite... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- As Valkírias - &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:#3366ff;"&gt;P. C.&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/2095871068948634236-5115845395296091504?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/5115845395296091504/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=5115845395296091504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/5115845395296091504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/5115845395296091504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/04/olha-em-volta-eis-minha-face.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RiuTT1MGboI/AAAAAAAAADA/jw56u7wSFNI/s72-c/sp0.fotologs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-454207684272016805</id><published>2007-04-22T12:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T13:02:45.240-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RiuHAlMGbnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/4Fv-fMi1H90/s1600-h/field.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056283450706128498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RiuHAlMGbnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/4Fv-fMi1H90/s320/field.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que você volte depressa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que você não se despeça&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nunca mais do meu carinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E chore, se arrependa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E pense muito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que é melhor se sofrer junto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que viver feliz sozinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que a tristeza te convença&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que a saudade não compensa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E que a ausência não dá paz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o verdadeiro amor de quem se ama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tece a mesma antiga trama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que não se desfaz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a coisa mais divina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que há no mundo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É viver cada segundo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como nunca mais...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Vinícius de Morais)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RiuHAlMGbnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/4Fv-fMi1H90/s72-c/field.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-6498122263941690737</id><published>2007-04-04T00:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T00:43:12.088-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Menina Lua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RhMeqNqhNnI/AAAAAAAAACw/IC4I8UDd6II/s1600-h/Angel_by_Nekromantikkpq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049413317783795314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RhMeqNqhNnI/AAAAAAAAACw/IC4I8UDd6II/s400/Angel_by_Nekromantikkpq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje te vejo brincar com o meu reflexo, menina e &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;encontro teu disfarce jogado em cima da tua cama toda bagunçada...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando chegas em casa, e deixas de ser a "negociadora", voltas a ser a menina cheia de sonhos, com um sorriso nos olhos e a vida brincando de rir...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje te vejo, menina, com um ar brejeiro e o semblante sonhador... distante...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em que pensas, menina?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será que teus pensamentos repousam no manto de minha face?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde estará o teu pensar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje te vejo, menina e sei que uma parte de mim vai contigo aonde quer que tu fores...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu, menina, levas contigo, o meu mistério, revelador apenas a quem tem olhos para ver...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Levas contigo, a transparência de minha existência...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas levas contigo, também, as minhas crateras, as minhas feridas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Levas ainda a minha emoção...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toda emoção de quando, sedenta, consumida do maior amor de todos, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;entrego-me ao mar para encontrar o Sol de minha vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já que não podemos reinar juntos neste céu, palco de amores, de dores, de lutas e vitórias, seguimos nosso caminhar à espera dos poucos momentos em que podemos nos tocar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando ele se vai e eu chego, de dentro dos mares...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu, menina, conheces as minhas dores. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A agonia da espera.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas tu, e somente tu, conheces o êxtase daqueles momentos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que valem por toda nossa existência...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Segues teu caminhar menina, mas nunca percas de vista o meu olhar para ti...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tua Mãe,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Lua.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095871068948634236-6498122263941690737?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/6498122263941690737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=6498122263941690737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/6498122263941690737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/6498122263941690737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/04/menina-lua.html' title='Menina Lua'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RhMeqNqhNnI/AAAAAAAAACw/IC4I8UDd6II/s72-c/Angel_by_Nekromantikkpq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-2019449836145602949</id><published>2007-03-31T00:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T01:09:33.003-03:00</updated><title type='text'>As Doze Tarefas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Rg3eU1jCZXI/AAAAAAAAACg/6SVvqtsaEJs/s1600-h/sonho478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047935206904980850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Rg3eU1jCZXI/AAAAAAAAACg/6SVvqtsaEJs/s200/sonho478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;"...E naquela manhã, Deus compareceu ante suas doze crianças e em cada uma delas plantou a semente da vida humana. Uma por uma, cada criança deu um passo à frente para receber o Dom e a função que lhe cabia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;- Para ti, ÁRIES, dou a primeira semente para que tenhas a honra de plantá-la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Para cada semente que plantares, mais outro milhão de sementes se multiplicará em suas mãos. Não terás tempo de ver a semente crescer pois tudo o que plantares criará cada vez mais e mais para ser plantado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tu serás o primeiro a penetrar o solo da mente humana levando Minha Idéia. Mas não cabe a ti alimentar e cuidar dessa Idéia, nem questioná-la. Tua vida é ação, e a única ação que te atribuo é a de dar o passo inicial para tornar os homens conscientes da Criação. Por este trabalho Eu te concedo a Virtude do &lt;em&gt;Respeito por Si mesmo&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- TOURO, a ti Eu dou o poder de transformar a semente em substância. Grande é a sua tarefa, e requer paciência; pois tem que terminar tudo o que foi começado, para que as sementes não sejam desperdiçadas pelo vento. Não deves assim questionar, e também não deves mudar de idéia no meio do caminho, nem depender dos outros para a execução do que te peço. Para isso Eu te concedo o Dom da &lt;em&gt;Força&lt;/em&gt;. Trata de usá-la sabiamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-A ti, GÊMEOS, Eu dou as perguntas sem respostas, para que possas levar a todos um entendimento daquilo que o homem vê ao seu redor. Tu nunca saberás porque os homens falam ou escutam, mas em tua busca pela resposta encontrarás o Meu Dom reservado a Ti: &lt;em&gt;O Conhecimento&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- A ti, CÂNCER, atribuo a tarefa de ensinar aos homens a emoção. Minha idéia é que provoques neles risos e lágrimas, de modo que tudo o que eles vejam e sintam desenvolva uma plenitude desde dentro. Para isso, Eu te dou o Dom da &lt;em&gt;Família&lt;/em&gt;, para que sua plenitude possa me multiplicar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;- A ti, LEÃO, atribuo a tarefa de exibir ao mundo Minha Criação em todo o seu esplendor. Mas deves ter cuidado com o orgulho, e sempre lembrar que é Minha a criação e não tua. Se o esqueceres será desprezado pelos homens. Há muita alegria em teu trabalho, basta fazê- lo bem. Para isso, Eu te concedo o Dom da &lt;em&gt;Honra&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;- A ti, VIRGEM, peço que empreendas um exame de tudo o que os homens fizerem com Minha Criação. Terás que observar com perspicácia os caminhos que percorrem, e lembrá- los de seus erros, de modo que através de ti minha Criação possa ser aperfeiçoada. Para que assim o faças, Eu te concedo o Dom da &lt;em&gt;Pureza&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- A ti, LIBRA, dou a missão de servir, para que o homem esteja ciente de seus deveres para com os outros, para que ele possa aprender a cooperação, assim como a habilidade de refletir o outro lado de suas ações. Hei de te levar onde quer que haja discórdia, e por teus esforços te concederei o Dom do &lt;em&gt;Amor&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;- A ti, ESCORPIÃO, darei uma tarefa muito difícil. Terás a habilidade de conhecer a mente dos homens, mas não te darei permissão de falar o que aprenderes. Muitas vezes te sentirás ferido por aquilo que vês e em tua dor te voltarás contra Mim, esquecendo que não sou Eu, mas a perversão de Minha Idéia, o que te faz sofrer. Verás tanto e tanto do homem quanto animal, e lutarás tanto com os instintos em ti mesmo, que perderás o teu caminho, mas, quando finalmente voltares, terei para ti o Dom Supremo da &lt;em&gt;Fidelidade&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- A ti, SAGITÁRIO, eu peço que faças os homens rirem, pois entre as distorções da Minha Idéia eles se tornam amargos. Através do riso darás aos homens a esperança, e por ela voltarás seus olhos novamente para Mim. Chegarás a ter muitas vidas, ainda que só por um momento, e em cada vida que atingires, conhecerás a inquietação. A ti, Sagitário, darei o Dom da Infinita &lt;em&gt;Abundância&lt;/em&gt;, para que te possas expandir o bastante, até atingir cada recanto onde haja escuridão e levar aí a luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- De ti, CAPRICÓRNIO, quero o suor de tua fonte, para que possas ensinar aos homens o trabalho. Não é fácil tua tarefa, pois sentirás todo o labor dos homens sobre teus ombros, mas pelo jugo de tua carga, te concedo o Dom da &lt;em&gt;Responsabilidade&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;- A ti, AQUÁRIO, dou o conceito de futuro, para que através de ti, o homem possa ver outras possibilidades. Terás a dor da solidão, pois não te permito personalizar o Meu amor. Para que possas voltar os olhares humanos em direção a novas possibilidades. Eu te concedo o Dom da &lt;em&gt;Liberdade&lt;/em&gt;, de modo que, livre, possas continuar a servir a humanidade onde quer que ela esteja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;- E finalmente, a ti, PEIXES, dou a mais difícil de todas as tarefas. Peço- te que reúnas todas as tristezas dos homens e as traga de volta para Mim. Tuas lágrimas serão, no fundo, Minhas lágrimas. A tristeza e o padecimento que terás de absorver são o efeito das distorções impostas pelo homem á Minha Idéia, mas cabe a ti levar até ele a compaixão, para que possa tentar de novo. Por esta tarefa eu te concedo o Dom mais alto de todos: tu serás o único de Meus doze filhos que Me compreenderá. Mas este Dom do &lt;em&gt;Entendimento &lt;/em&gt;é só para ti, Peixes, pois quando tentares difundi- lo entre os homens, eles não te escutarão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada um de vós é perfeito, mas não compreendereis isso até que vós doze sejais Um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora vão.... E as doze crianças foram embora executar suas tarefas entre os homens.... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Autor: Desconhecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047935211199948162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="146" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Rg3eVFjCZYI/AAAAAAAAACo/SpmTkr4s36c/s200/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" width="258" 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Tarefas...'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Rg3eU1jCZXI/AAAAAAAAACg/6SVvqtsaEJs/s72-c/sonho478.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-8147274495127837536</id><published>2007-03-29T10:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T10:26:37.945-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Rgu9oVjCZWI/AAAAAAAAACU/UHYK3G0oadI/s1600-h/sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047336308075292002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Rgu9oVjCZWI/AAAAAAAAACU/UHYK3G0oadI/s320/sunrise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;" Já perdoei erros quase imperdoáveis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;tentei substituir pessoas insubstituíveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;e esquecer pessoas inesquecíveis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Já fiz coisas por impulso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Já me decepcionei com pessoas quando nunca pensei me decepcionar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;mas também decepcionei alguém. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Já abracei pra proteger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;já dei risada quando não podia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;fiz amigos eternos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;amei e fui amada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;mas também já fui rejeitada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;fui amada e não amei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Já gritei e pulei de tanta felicidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;já vivi de amor e fiz juras eternas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;e “quebrei a cara muitas vezes”! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Já chorei ouvindo música e vendo fotos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;já liguei só para escutar uma voz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;me apaixonei por um sorriso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;já pensei que fosse morrer de tanta saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;e tive medo de perder alguém especial (e acabei, realmente,perdendo). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mas vivi, e ainda vivo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Não passo pela vida…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;E você também não deveria passar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Viva!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Bom mesmo é ir à luta com determinação,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;abraçar a vida com paixão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;perder com classe e vencer com ousadia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;porque o mundo pertence a quem se atreve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;e a vida é “muito” pra ser insignificante. "&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:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ontem à noite, uma pessoa me fez uma pergunta.&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:#6600cc;"&gt;Não sei a resposta para esta pergunta, mas sei que nada em nossa vida acontece por acaso.&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/2095871068948634236-8147274495127837536?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/8147274495127837536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=8147274495127837536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/8147274495127837536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/8147274495127837536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/03/j-perdoei-erros-quase-imperdoveis.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Rgu9oVjCZWI/AAAAAAAAACU/UHYK3G0oadI/s72-c/sunrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-9137060204027828538</id><published>2007-03-28T18:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T18:40:47.291-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RgrgyljCZVI/AAAAAAAAACM/WA7YQlUmg_A/s1600-h/yellow_butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047093492099212626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RgrgyljCZVI/AAAAAAAAACM/WA7YQlUmg_A/s320/yellow_butterfly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;" Quantos labirintos tem meu coração?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Pra eu me perder, e te encontrar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Quantas avenidas, tem o seu olhar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Pra te seguir, e me guiar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Meu coração me leva perto demais do seu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Meu coração nem sabe por que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;o meu amor é bem maior que eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Quem sabe o destino, ainda vai juntar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;o céu e o mar, eu e você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Quem de nós um dia, iria imaginar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;que o amor pudesse acontecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Seu coração é livre, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;tanto que prende o meu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Seu coração nem sabe por que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;o meu amor é tão igual ao seu... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Para saber se algo é realmente reservado para vc, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;jogue ao vento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Se não voltar, é pq foi somente um momento bom na sua vida, e ainda assim, terá valido a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mas se voltar, nunca mais a perca de novo, porque vc e ela são uma coisa só...&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/2095871068948634236-9137060204027828538?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/9137060204027828538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=9137060204027828538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/9137060204027828538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/9137060204027828538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/03/quantos-labirintos-tem-meu-corao-pra-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RgrgyljCZVI/AAAAAAAAACM/WA7YQlUmg_A/s72-c/yellow_butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-3314016717390734098</id><published>2007-03-28T01:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T01:13:02.674-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RgnrB1jCZUI/AAAAAAAAACE/3HL2ayRx8Lc/s1600-h/ultimavez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046823274231784770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RgnrB1jCZUI/AAAAAAAAACE/3HL2ayRx8Lc/s320/ultimavez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Amor da minha vida,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daqui até a eternidade...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nossos destinos foram traçados na maternidade... "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A distância não separa dois corações que se amam, quando o amor é mais forte do que as palavras.&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/2095871068948634236-3314016717390734098?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/3314016717390734098/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=3314016717390734098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/3314016717390734098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/3314016717390734098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/03/amor-da-minha-vida-daqui-at-eternidade.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RgnrB1jCZUI/AAAAAAAAACE/3HL2ayRx8Lc/s72-c/ultimavez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-3294662973582710217</id><published>2007-03-20T11:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T11:43:20.974-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Rf_yubkpZKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/f4uO15cuwOw/s1600-h/Rbranca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044016987167614114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Rf_yubkpZKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/f4uO15cuwOw/s200/Rbranca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;" Seu amor chegaria, certamente, e ela então diria para ele:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;te encontrei seu bobo, te encontrei...e vou amá-lo até o fim da minha vida...do cheiro da terra molhada vou lembrar, dos campos eu me lembrarei e você se lembrará de mim como neste fim de tarde eu lembrei de você, de mim mesma de tudo o que virá..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;S.&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/2095871068948634236-3294662973582710217?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/3294662973582710217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=3294662973582710217&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/3294662973582710217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/3294662973582710217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/03/seu-amor-chegaria-certamente-e-ela-ento.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Rf_yubkpZKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/f4uO15cuwOw/s72-c/Rbranca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-24503481226693849</id><published>2007-03-15T15:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T15:14:29.427-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RfmM9FvT2EI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NT01ehv0Vic/s1600-h/BotÃ£o+de+Rosa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042216238958499906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RfmM9FvT2EI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NT01ehv0Vic/s200/Bot%C3%A3o+de+Rosa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não gosto do bom gosto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não gosto de bom senso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não gosto de bons modos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não gosto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu aguento até rigores&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não tenho pena dos traídos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu hospedo infratores e banidos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu respeito conveniências&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não ligo pra conchavos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu suporto aparências&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não gosto de maus tratos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas o que eu não gosto é do bom gosto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não gosto de bom senso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não gosto de bons modos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não gosto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu aguento até os modernos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E seus segundos cadernos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu aguento até os caretas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E suas verdades perfeitas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que eu não gosto é do bom gosto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não gosto de bom senso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não gosto de bons modos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não gosto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu aguento até os estetas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não julgo a competência&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não ligo para etiqueta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu aplaudo rebeldias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu respeito tiranias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu compreendo piedades&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não condeno mentiras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não condeno vaidades&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que eu não gosto é do bom gosto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não gosto do bom senso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não gosto de bons modos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não gosto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu gosto dos que têm fome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dos que morrem de vontade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dos que secam de desejo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dos que ardem…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095871068948634236-24503481226693849?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/24503481226693849/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=24503481226693849&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/24503481226693849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/24503481226693849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/03/eu-no-gosto-do-bom-gosto-eu-no-gosto-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RfmM9FvT2EI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NT01ehv0Vic/s72-c/Bot%C3%A3o+de+Rosa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-3549450207218452405</id><published>2007-03-14T22:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T22:52:03.263-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outono'/><title type='text'>Tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RfimcVvT2DI/AAAAAAAAABs/dfmq6Y6oCgI/s1600-h/8imgdormaior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041962788643395634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RfimcVvT2DI/AAAAAAAAABs/dfmq6Y6oCgI/s320/8imgdormaior.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Puxa... Nunca pensei q essa simples palavrinha significasse tanto!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Procuro por ele e uai! kd ele???? Já foi...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou sem tempo para postar novos textos, mas já sinto saudades do meu querido "diário virtual". rs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas não se preocupe, "meu querido diário", que voltarei para ti em breve.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/2095871068948634236-3549450207218452405?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/3549450207218452405/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=3549450207218452405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/3549450207218452405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/3549450207218452405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/03/tempo.html' title='Tempo...'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RfimcVvT2DI/AAAAAAAAABs/dfmq6Y6oCgI/s72-c/8imgdormaior.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-1872846272529486732</id><published>2007-03-10T00:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T01:04:50.282-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Escolhas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RfIth1vT2CI/AAAAAAAAABk/lAkUERYW-Uo/s1600-h/f109193%20mulher%20deitada%20copymenor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040140992365451298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RfIth1vT2CI/AAAAAAAAABk/lAkUERYW-Uo/s400/f109193%2520mulher%2520deitada%2520copymenor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RfItPFvT2BI/AAAAAAAAABc/3B9QPkNZoHw/s1600-h/f109193%20mulher%20deitada%20copymenor.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje acordei com o som da chuva batendo no telhado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abri os olhos e fiquei um longo tempo olhando para o teto do meu quarto. Anotei mentalmente que tinha que chamar o eletricista para fazer uns reparos na saída de energia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lembrei que tinha q remarcar os dentista. E ir aquela velha consulta com a minha nutricionista que eu venho adiando há tempos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho que...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho que...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho que olhar para a imagem que o espelho reflete.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E encarar a resposta para a pergunta que teima em atormentar meus pensamentos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde ela foi parar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde foi parar a mulher que existia em mim?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde foi parar a menina que tinha tanta doçura no olhar que derretia até um iceberg.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde foi parar a jovem corajosa que não teve medo de assumir que era diferente das amigas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde foi parar aquela jovem que cometeu erros. Que sabia que era errado, mas ainda assim, foi em frente. Quebrou a cara. Se arrebentou toda. Mas ao final da "empreitada", sorriu contente consigo mesma por ter feito. Seus arranhões? São os louros da batalha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dia, uma mulher mais velha me disse:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" - menina, seu caminho nunca será fácil. Várias vezes você pensará em desistir. E uma ou duas vezes, realmente desistirá. Mas, sua missão é tão forte, que algo a trará de volta ao caminho. Sua estrada será permeada por dor, lágrima luta e superação. Mas vc terá consigo uma arma para trilhar sua jornada: seu coração."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sempre ouvi meu coração. E verdadeiramente, ele sempre levou-me pelos caminhos mais dolorosamente intensos. Inesquecíveis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estive em braços que sempre estarão em minha memória. Na memória da minha alma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conheci pessoas que me mostraram o meu melhor e o meu pior lado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caí. Levantei. Continuei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas, sempre estava em movimento... Porque o que é vivo se move. Porque é através do movimento que uma gotinha de água gira todo o globo terrestre. Nasce num rio qualquer, vai até os céus. Mergulha na imansidão de mares desconhecidos. Mas, sempre acaba voltando pra casa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em algum lugar da minha caminhada, estacionei meus passos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o que não se move, fenece.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que eu seja como a Fênix. Que eu morra mesmo. Que morram comigo os meus medos. Os meus erros. A minha covardia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E que renasça em mim, mais forte que respirar, uma imensa vontade de recomeçar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sempre e para sempre.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/2095871068948634236-1872846272529486732?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/1872846272529486732/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=1872846272529486732&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/1872846272529486732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/1872846272529486732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/03/escolhas.html' title='Escolhas...'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RfIth1vT2CI/AAAAAAAAABk/lAkUERYW-Uo/s72-c/f109193%2520mulher%2520deitada%2520copymenor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-6535571041596242631</id><published>2007-03-08T21:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T22:01:48.642-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um sonho a dois...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RfCx1NCm16I/AAAAAAAAABU/ooa_VUjeWEk/s1600-h/Image3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039723510619363234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/RfCx1NCm16I/AAAAAAAAABU/ooa_VUjeWEk/s400/Image3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ele sabe o jeito de agradar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Um sorriso brincando no olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me fascina com seu jeito de ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ele é tudo enfim que eu preciso ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ela passa e o tempo faz parar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Quando fala é música no ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me conquista, querendo ou nao querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;ela é tudo enfim que eu preciso ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Quando bater na porta deixe entrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Pra te ganhar de norte a sul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;No mundo da lua tudo vai ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Descobrir que o amor é azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Quando a gente gosta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;O amor é um caso sério&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;E tem lá os seus mistérios pra mostrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Mas você dividi, na metade um desejo no olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Quando a gente gosta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Vale a pena qualquer coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Vale tudo num cantinho pra ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Um sorriso pra te convercer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Na luz do luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ele é tudo que faz bem ao coraçao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ela sabe que brinca com os meus sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Todo tempo nos versos que componho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ele sabe que estou em suas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ele é tudo que faz bem ao coraçao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Quando bater na porta deixe entrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Pra te ganhar de norte a sul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;No mundo da lua tudo vai ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Descobrir que o amor é azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Quando a gente gosta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;O amor é um caso sério&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;E tem lá os seus mistérios pra mostrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Mas você dividi na metade um desejo no olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Quando a gente gosta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Vale a pena qualquer coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Vale tudo num cantinho pra ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Um sorriso pra te convencer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Na luz do luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ela é tudo enfim que eu preciso ter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&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/2095871068948634236-6535571041596242631?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Re-JkNCm14I/AAAAAAAAABE/JoqWlPik5mg/s1600-h/deusa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ainda é madrugada e dois amigos já me desejaram um feliz dia da mulher...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isso chega a ser até mesmo engraçado. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por que festejamos o Natal? Para celebrarmos o nascimento de Cristo, seria uma das respostas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por que fazemos festa de Aniversário? Para festejarmos a vida de alguém que amamos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais uma vez reli a reportagem sobre a origem do dia da mulher e pensei em quanto sofrimento causou o simples fato de ser mulher.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser mulher - fato condicionante para receber um salário menor, para ter que aturar piadinhas de mau gosto de homens que se acham "os tais". Para sentir medo de matar uma barata. Para cortar o dedo e não conseguir abrir a lata de Leite Condensado. Para ter que lavar, passar, cozinhar, trabalhar, educar os filhos e ainda ter que estar linda para quando o marido for procurar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser mulher... Fato condicionante para que aquele grande amigo seu só se abra com você, porque só você o compreende. Para vencer mais um dia com uma TPM filha da mãe e voltar para casa com um sorriso no rosto. E beijar quem você ama. E dar o ombro para o filho que sentiu sua falta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mulher... Que ama, que chora, que sofre, que rí. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mulher que desbrava uma floresta todos os dias, desde o momento em que levanta da cama até a hora em que se deita novamente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mulher - fato condicionante para despertar o amor de um, ou de vários homens, apenas com um toque, um sussurro, um calor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mulher, que se entrega, sem medo do que vai encontrar pela frente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ouço muito falar sobre igualdade entre homens e mulheres. Mas, admito que discordo. Existem coisas que só um homem pode fazer. E existem coisas, que só cabem a uma mulher.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somente uma mulher consegue gerar a vida. É nela que tudo começa e que tudo se vai.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conheci muitas mulheres em minha vida. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mulheres que me ensinaram, mulheres que me decepcionaram, mulheres a quem eu devo muito do que sou e mulheres que eu desejo muito reencontrar pelas andanças da minha vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De todas estas mulheres, tirei algo. Hoje, ao me olhar no espelho, me sinto quase plena, porque ainda há um estágio em minha vida que ainda não vivi. Mas com toda certeza, ao olhar a minha face refletida no espelho, sinto que tenho uma responsabilidade muito grande pela frente: honrar as mulheres de minha vida, porque aonde eu for, elas vem comigo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje não é o dia da Mulher. Hoje é a lembrança da luta. Hoje é dia de lembrar que TODOS os dias a presença ou a lembrança de uma mulher permeia a nossa vida, e nos recorda o quanto somos fortes e o quanto somos capazes de ir mais além. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Além dos nossos próprios limites, como foram as operárias que morreram queimadas na fábrica naquele 8 de março e aquelas outras mulheres que também morreram queimadas, em consequência da ignorância e do medo de toda uma geração de covardes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desde tempos imemoriais, a dor está associada às mulheres que ousaram lutar por aquilo em que acreditavam. Morreram por seus sonhos e por suas realidades.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas vivem em cada mulher que ergue sua cabeça para o Sol e diz, eu sou uma guerreira desta Terra. Abençoai-me, querida Mãe, para que eu sempre honre a tua existência.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que eu nunca me esqueça o quanto chorastes por mim. Para que nunca saia de minha memória, a responsabilidade que eu tenho de viver minha vida o mais plenamente possível.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por este dia, um carinhoso abraço a todas aquelas que tem o dom de serem entituladas "MULHERES", porque isto é um fato condicionante para serem reconhecidas como "ESPECIAIS".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2095871068948634236-2149546645805092876?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/2149546645805092876/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=2149546645805092876&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/2149546645805092876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/2149546645805092876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/03/mulher.html' title='Mulher...'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Re-J0NCm15I/AAAAAAAAABM/al3JHL5X8G8/s72-c/deusa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-186515007012007731</id><published>2007-03-07T19:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T20:20:43.629-03:00</updated><title type='text'>INVASÃO DE PRIVACIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Re9Iu4wC2LI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qU-EZOZWEHg/s1600-h/mermaidcouple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039326478395955378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Re9Iu4wC2LI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qU-EZOZWEHg/s200/mermaidcouple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hj estava conversando com uma grande amiga sobre relacionamentos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela estava dizendo que adora se apaixonar a cada fase de sua vida, por uma pessoa diferente, porque, segundo ela, a rotina é o pior inimigo de uma relação.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando ela disse isso, eu fiquei pensando aqui com os meus "botões" e ao final das contas, acabei discordando dela.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creio que não seja a rotina que acabe com a relação, porque não há nada melhor do que chegar em casa e encontrar "aquele" abraço, aquele ouvido para que você "despeje" toda a "carga" do seu dia. E isso, feito rotineiramente, acaba criando em você uma sensação de Paz. E estes atos, nada mais são do que "rotina".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que realmente arruína qualquer relação, seja ela de Amizade ou de Amor, é a Invasão de Privacidade. Um crime ao qual as pessoas envolvidas na "relação" acabam incorrendo, pois os significados de proteção e posse acabam se confundindo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Numa bela tarde, não mais do que sem querer, a namorada pega o celular do namorado e começa a vasculhá-lo, claro, como não quem não quer nada... Começa a checar quem ligou, quem mandou mensagens... O namorado começa a questionar a namorada, onde ela esteve (e com quem), e sempre camufla essa "investigação" num sorridente "como foi o seu dia?".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A amiga começa a controlar os passos da outra e querer saber o que ela está fazendo, as pessoas que viu e começa a se queixar que não há mais tempo para ela.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E assim, sutilmente, começam a surgir os primeiros "desafetos", porque chega um momento, em que o namorado, a amiga, a esposa, não querem mais dizer onde estão e o que estão fazendo. Começam a se questionar, "mas por que eu tenho que dar satisfações dos meus atos?". E assim, o castelinho de areia começa a ruir devagarinho e sem pressa. Impiedosamente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E quando as partes envolvidas dão-se conta, foi-se embora a confiança. E com ela, foi-se também o sentimento bom que até então unia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muito se fala hoje em dia sobre liberdade. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao meu ver, o ser humano não está assim tão preparado para ser livre, embora sua natureza teime em mostrar-lhe que ninguém aprisiona o que não lhe pertence...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&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/2095871068948634236-186515007012007731?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/186515007012007731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=186515007012007731&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/186515007012007731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/186515007012007731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/03/invaso-de-privacidade.html' title='INVASÃO DE PRIVACIDADE'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Re9Iu4wC2LI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qU-EZOZWEHg/s72-c/mermaidcouple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-1058640415214224682</id><published>2007-03-07T13:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T13:43:49.327-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Re7rD4wC2KI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pOehVH-bIOI/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039223485080197282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Re7rD4wC2KI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pOehVH-bIOI/s320/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ya sé que no vendrás&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;todo lo que fue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;el tiempo lo dejó atrás&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sé que no regresarás&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lo que nos pasó&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no repetirá jamás.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mil años no me alcanzarán&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para borrarte y olvidar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y ahora estoy aquí&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;queriendo convertir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;los campos en ciudad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mezclando el cielo con el mar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sé que te dejé escapar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sé que te perdí&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nada podrá ser igual.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mil años pueden alcanzar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para que puedas perdonar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estoy aquí queriéndote,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ahogándome entre fotos y cuadernos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;entre cosas y recuerdos que no puedo comprender.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estoy enloqueciéndome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cambiándome un pie por la cara mía&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;esta noche por el día que&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nada le puedo yo hacer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Las cartas que escribí&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nunca las envié&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no querrás saber de mí.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No puedo entender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lo tonta que fue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;es cuestión de Tiempo y fe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mil años con otros mil más&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;son suficientes para amar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estoy aquí queriéndote,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ahogándomeentre fotos y cuadernos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;entre cosas y recuerdos que no puedo comprender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si aún piensas algo en mí&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabes que sigo esperándote...&lt;/strong&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/2095871068948634236-1058640415214224682?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/1058640415214224682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=1058640415214224682&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/1058640415214224682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/1058640415214224682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/03/ya-s-que-no-vendrs-todo-lo-que-fue-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Re7rD4wC2KI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pOehVH-bIOI/s72-c/22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095871068948634236.post-6592480833245281065</id><published>2007-03-06T23:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T23:56:54.333-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar e Confiar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Re4p4IwC2FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W2Uw0pzOvgM/s1600-h/triste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039011077472573522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Re4p4IwC2FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W2Uw0pzOvgM/s320/triste.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Sabe aqueles dias em que vc pensa q tudo está perfeito, que finalmente vc conseguiu encontrar um ponto de equilíbrio na sua vida e de repente, não mais que de repente, vc se vê forçado a compreender q a sua vida pode não ser tão tranquila qto vc pensava. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Que as coisas que vc julgava "certas" na sua vida, podem não ser tão certas assim. E a contância, nesse momento, passa a ser uma coisa super instável...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;De repente vc se vê diante de uma verdade: nada, absolutamente nada é completamente do jeito que vc pensava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Vc se sente perdido. Não sabe se confia no seu coração ou nos fatos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;E nessa confusão de sentimentos, vc sente q tudo em q vc sempre acreditou, de repente, pode ter sido uma farsa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;E vc começa, então, a se questionar, se a farsa no final das contas, não era &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;vc&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095871068948634236-6592480833245281065?l=danihigino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/feeds/6592480833245281065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095871068948634236&amp;postID=6592480833245281065&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/6592480833245281065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095871068948634236/posts/default/6592480833245281065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danihigino.blogspot.com/2007/03/amar-e-confiar.html' title='Amar e Confiar...'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063329232588345138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wlm3z7m_QhY/Re4p4IwC2FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W2Uw0pzOvgM/s72-c/triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
